Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

The Ties that Bind	By : Lady_Kae Category: +M through R > Ni No Kuni: Wrath of the White Witch Views: 2280 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters used from the game Ni no Kuni: Wrath of the White Witch. All characters and game related material, plus any lyrics, save for original content is property of their respective owners and no money is being made from this

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
Book I: Link

Chapter 9- Around the Fires

A Ni No Kuni: Wrath of the White Witch Fanfiction

Gascon and Amara were busy getting ready for their departure from the evestan shores. This meant making sure they had any and all tools they would need, plain, unassuming clothing so that they would be able to go into town as needed without fear of being recognized, and Dagaron made sure that they had enough provisions to last them a good long while. He didn't want them traveling anymore than necessary. He had also tucked away a hefty sum of guilders where Gascon and Amara would find it later. They would more than likely need it.
Any time that wasn’t spent gathering supplies that would be crated up and whisked off with them via magic was spent relishing this downtime in each other’s presence. It was refreshing to both Gascon and Amara to leisurely stroll through the elven capital, enjoying the serenity and each other's company. However, Gascon was hard pressed to keep his hands to himself. Amara had taken to wearing gowns since their arrival and it had been months since he had seen her in such feminine dress. He certainly couldn't keep his eyes to himself. Gascon didn’t dare push the envelope in Dagaron’s palace however, as he was afraid the elf king would find out someway or the other, and that he had more respect for Amara’s grandfather than to do such a thing in his walls. Not that it didn’t drive either of them nuts however. Gascon was affected just as badly as Amara was in that case.

The first day of the autumn finally came and Amara and Gascon were all set and ready to go. The supplies they had garnered up were ready finally, and Dagaron called the two of them into his study.
“ Did you need us for something?” Amara asked.
“ I was able to get a missive back from the emperor. He received your letter Gascon and has asked me to hand these off to you. He also told me the spell he used on both of you and he agreed that it’s time to release the link from both of you considering the circumstances.” Dagaron said. He breathed out a forlorn sigh. Amara was his youngest grandchild, and admittedly his favorite due to her ability with the elven gift. He would be sad to see her go, but it was for the best. He would let it slip tonight that the two had run from the evestan shores in order to keep the bloodshed to a minimum.
“ Finally!” both of them breathed out. At least they wouldn’t have to deal with the spell’s effects of reeling them both towards one another if either went to far away now. As accustomed as they had grown to each other's presence, Gascon and Amara knew they would need time to themselves after all.
Gascon looked at the letter in his hand and he cracked the wax seal. His eyes scanned the letter a bit sadly. He couldn’t even tell his father where he was going at this point in time. Vigo was only asking that Gascon come back when the time was right and that he and Amara both take care of one another. Well, that last request was an understatement and Gascon covertly slid the other contents of the letter from a friend of his; a jeweler to be specific, into his palm. Hiding them deftly in his breast pocket, Gascon looked over to Amara. He needed to approach her soon about the contract sitting in his bag.
" Now, about that spell." Dagaron said, smiling a bit here. He was already in the midst of pulling out his wand to remove it.

Amara sighed a little as she walked through the gardens alone, needing the down time to collect her thoughts. So much had changed in the last five months, she had been shoved firmly out of her comfort zone and had been forced to adapt on the go. Both she and Gascon had really. They had needed to settle their issues on their own, and they had. What should have been a final leg in a life altering journey was turning into something much bigger than she had anticipated. It was turning into something that could potentially last the rest of their lives. A self enforced exile. I never would have thought of it to be honest. Amara thought morosely. And to think, I'll be spending all that time with the one man I used to detest for the majority of my life. Now, he's become the man who stole my hea…
Amara stopped cold at this internal revelation and she shook her head. " No...I can't...I just can't...Not until all this danger is passed. I can't voice that right now." she told herself resolutely.
And what if that takes a lifetime? Would you be able to deny yourself as the years wore on? a devilish little voice in the back of her mind asked her. Amara could only assume this was the part of her that knew how she truly felt for Gascon.
" I would have to...It isn't safe to love him until all this danger has passed..." she retorted softly to the plants.
The danger may never pass. You said yourself you do not want any regrets. Stop being such a damn coward, Amara, and admit to yourself that you love...
" NO!" Amara shouted, holding her hands to her head. She had been having this internal battle since they left Thorn Pass earlier that month.
" Is everything alright, Amara?" came a soft, sweet voice.
" Arissa!" Amara said brightly, her eyes going wide in surprise and delight.
Arissa was the daughter of one of her grandfather's council members. While Amara was sixty years younger than Arissa, in elven terms they were both but children still. " Oh my dear friend!" Arissa replied as they hugged each other in their happiness. " Look at you! What has happened to bring such light and life back into your eyes? I was worried you were on the verge of closing your heart off to everyone."
" I was, but like I told my fiance, you can't close off something if it feels." Amara said, her features going soft at the mention of Gascon.
" I heard about your engagement..." Arissa looked at Amara worriedly and the elven maid took Amara's hands in hers. " Whatever are you going to do? You've been fighting back and forth since you were younglings, Amara."
Amara took a deep breath and she pulled Arissa over to a bench nearby. " Everything's changed, Arissa." Amara began. She began recanting everything to her closest female friend, not bothering to leave anything out. It was common in elvish culture for the women to take on a lover or two as it took them many, many years to find their life mates.
Arissa looked a little dreamy eyed as she listened to Amara. " Well?! What the hell happened?! Surely the dwarf didn't interrupt you again!" Arissa exclaimed.
Amara groaned even as her head fell to her hands. " Not exactly. Gascon and I were stopped, but not by Tarin. We found out that morning that my father and his majesty Emperor Vigo had placed an abstinence charm on our marriage contract." Amara said, her face conveying her frustration at the situation she and Gascon were in.
Arissa couldn't hold back her laughter. Gascon had once tried to put the moves over her a year or so ago and she had turned him down. She knew how much a playboy the eldest of the porcine princes could be. Not only that, there had been someone else in his company who had caught her eye. Her laughter only grew higher as Amara gave her a rather black look and Arissa held her sides. They were starting to hurt from laughing so hard. She could only imagine both their shock and disbelief at such a situation.
" I fail to see the humor in this, Arissa." Amara deadpanned. She rolled her eyes as Arissa only began laughing all the more. " Oh that's it, you imp! Get over here!"
Arissa mock shrieked as Amara quickly launched herself at the elf and the two women took off running through the garden, both laughing gaily and Gascon smiled as he watched Amara from the window. He had wanted to keep an eye on her to be on the safe side all the while giving her the space she needed. Thankfully, the library had provided that for him. He hadn't heard what Amara and the other woman with her had been talking about, but the look on Amara's face told him it was something about them. He was almost certain of it.
" Will you be joining us for the festivities tonight?"
Gascon jumped a little in surprise at the voice. " Your majesty." he said in elvish, turning to Dagaron as the elf king came to stand beside Gascon at the window. He gave the older man a curt bow and Gascon turned back to the window. " I'm not so certain that would be in our best interests. We're trying to fade out of sight after all. We could easily be caught if we were to be there this evening."
" Nonsense. I would be near the two of you the entire time. There won't be anyone in my realm unknown to me. Even now, I do feel the presence of the horde, sleeping far away enough to not garner the attention of my patrols. Lucky for us, not only has Percivical been supplying us with aid, but we have two others who have come to us in this most desperate hour."
Gascon seemed intrigued at this news. " Who would that be, your eminence?" he asked, turning to face the king fully. With Dagaron present, there wasn't anything that would get close to Amara without his knowing.
" Two of the guardians of this land. Cynan, the guardian of the desert, and Pimrald, the guardian of the coastal marshes to the east past my borders." Dagaron breathed out. " It's been almost eight hundred years since I saw them last, though Cynan was not with them at the time as he is the youngest among them. He's only been part of their ranks for the last five centuries."
" I would love to hear the tale if you find yourself in the mood to recant it." Gascon offered. He would love to hear how Dagaron had found himself in the company of the other four guardians.
" Maybe some other time, Gascon. Today is a day of merriment. I will see you there tonight, understood?" Dagaron ordered gently. He might have to order Amara to the festivities as well, he realized. He was certain they were truly ready…
" Yes, your majesty." Gascon sighed out a bit. He was trying to keep his tone deferential, but he had wanted to sleep for as long as he could. He and Amara were leaving in the dead of night tonight. Well, there was nothing for it. They were but guests in Dagaron's halls, him especially, which meant they were at his beck and call. Amara could get away with skipping the festivities if she honestly wanted to as she was the king's granddaughter. Gascon couldn't as he wasn't married to Amara yet. " If you'll excuse me then, I'll go collect Amara from the garden so that she might get some rest as well."
" There's no need for that. She's perfectly safe with Arissa. Go ahead and get some sleep, Gascon. I'll have your clothing sent to you shortly." Dagaron said.
This would more than likely be their last chance to do anything like this for a long while, Gascon surmised in the end as he bowed and took his leave of the library. Besides, he hadn’t had a chance to enjoy the elven spirits in a good, long while. While the dwarven mead was delightful, Gascon truly did love elven wine.

They arrived separately, as Amara’s grandmother had fussed that her granddaughter needed to take extra care with her appearance that night. Amara didn’t like wearing makeup, but had put on enough to appease the elven queen Elaina.
Gascon finally caught sight of Amara as she entered the glen the bonfire was in and he smiled broadly as their eyes met. She was in a white dress with golden accents befitting a princess and was barefoot as she padded over silently. Her long chestnut brown tresses were hanging free that night and he mouthed the word ‘Wow’ to her. She had golden eyeshadow on, matching the accents of her dress. The gold color did nothing but bring out the blue of her eyes dramatically, and her sapphire orbs were glittering like gemstones in the firelight. The one thing Gascon found his eyes roving to was Amara’s lips however. She had a rather fetching shade of red on that left her lips begging to be kissed ardently.
Amara was just as floored by Gascon’s appearance. Gascon was wearing a form fitting shirt with a high collar that was set with golden buttons, and if she looked just right Amara could see golden leaves on a vine shimmering in the firelight against his shirt. He had a dark brown sash tied onto his hips, and his pants were white as well, though loose and comfortable. They would be very easy to move in.
Also very easy to take off...she thought lustily. His hair was tied back with a leather thong, bringing his angular face to the fore of her perusal of him. By the heavens above, Amara could feel the first knots of desire pooling below her navel already just from looking at him. Damn that stupid spell!
“ You look breathtakingly amazing tonight Amara.” Gascon whispered, bringing both her hands to his lips gently. He could spend rest of the festivities looking into her eyes he was so enraptured with her.
Amara blushed prettily at his praise. “ I’m nowhere near as lovely as some of the debutantes in Hamelin, Gascon.” Amara whispered.
“ Those gold diggers have nothing on you, Amara. They cake their faces with layer after layer of makeup to give them the look of perfection. You on the other hand, compound upon your natural beauty with very minimal makeup. You are perfection with or without it Amara. Your true beauty, your inner beauty, is what shines through and lures me ever closer like a moth to flame. Don’t ever think so little of yourself, please. You blossomed so beautifully Amara...You truly are the duckling that became the swan.”
Amara blushed even brighter at this. She knew he meant every word he said. “ Thank you.” she replied. There wasn’t much else she could say, though Amara felt her heart swell with those honest words. Gascon certainly had a silver tongue.
Gascon and Amara were more than content to watch the elves in their merriment as they enjoyed the food and wine. They took up a seat in the grass far enough from the fire to watch the couples that were frolicking about, both of them content with all things at that point in time.
Gascon looked down at Amara after a while with a curious look on his face. He couldn’t explain why, but he had the most insane urge to dance with her around the fire at that moment. He stood up, his tawny eyes alight and he bowed low to his intended. “ Might I have this dance, Amara?”
Amara looked up at him gobsmacked. “ Gascon?” she asked. How had he known that she had felt the urge to dance as well? Furthermore, did he honestly understand what it entailed?!
“ I feel the most compelling urge to dance with you around the fire, Amara. Please, I can’t explain it, but I want to more than anything.” Gascon whispered as he drew Amara to her feet. By the heavens, she truly looked beyond compare that evening.
“ Gascon, hold on.” Amara said seriously, pulling him away from the fire a moment. He had almost gotten the two of them completely over there! “ Do you know the importance of the solstices and equinoxes to the elves?” she asked him, her blue eyes boring into his brown ones intently. He needed to know! This was not something to be taken lightly! She tamped down the thrum that echoed through her a moment and her foot began tapping of its own accord. Damn it! She needed to stop this before the effects took them over completely!
“ They are considered holy days to the wood folk, their importance stemming from the life force that collects in abundance on those days.” Gascon replied, recalling the fact from one of the lessons Magnus had drilled into both his and Aden’s heads when the man had been trying to teach them elvish. He could feel the music thrumming through his very soul, calling him, beckoning and begging him to dance with the one he loved around the fire. Gascon wanted to lose himself in that feeling that was washing over him.
“ It’s not just that, Gascon! This isn’t just a festival, it’s a giant wedding ceremony!” Amara exclaimed, though the desire to dance was greatly upon her now. She was terrified at what that desire meant, something she hadn’t allowed herself to even fathom yet. “ The first days of the seasons are thought to bring luck and prosperity to those married on these elven holy days. All those couples that are dancing around the fire will be married once the celebrations come to an end. These couples have waited possibly hundreds of years to find their life mates Gascon.”
“ What you’re saying is that the couples who feel the urge to dance are destined for one another Amara? That they’re joined by the purest love possible?” Gascon inquired, though the need to go bounding around the fire with her was driving him wild. He needed to know right then and there if Amara truly felt the same way.
“ Yes.” she whispered. “ Now be truthful with me. Is it just because you want to dance with me for a turn or two, or do you feel as if you have to dance with me, like there’s an outside force compelling you to do so?” Amara had asked her grandmother long ago what the call had been like, and Elaina had told her without reservation. There was a chance it would happen to Amara someday after all.
“ I’ll answer that after you answer my question first. Do you feel that same urge Amara?” Gascon purred, closing the distance now. His eyes were glittering like garnets in the firelight. The feeling pouring through him was shutting everything else but the two of them from his attention. It was as if he couldn't really hear the music any longer. He felt it.
Amara blushed brightly at this. “ I…” she whimpered, afraid to voice the truth. Voicing it would force Amara to confess to herself her true feelings for the man before her. “ Gascon I…” When had she become such a damn coward?!
His breath fanned softly against her face as he drew even closer and Gascon felt Amara's heart thundering at his proximity. “ Yes or no, Amara. That’s all I need. Do you feel the same urge to dance?” Gascon whispered against her lips.
Amara felt her breath catch in her throat as Gascon’s lips brushed hers ever so softly. “ Yes…”
That was all Gascon needed to hear before claiming Amara’s lips passionately. His heart was thundering in his chest heavily, the love he felt for her welling up within his heart as he felt her own wash over him. “ Come dance with me.” he whispered on her lips. “ I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life, Amara...Please.”
“ You do realize we’ll be married if we do this Gascon.” Amara replied, her blue eyes locking to his nervously. She had not wanted to confront these feelings so soon, but the magic washing over them was bringing it out into the open. As frightening as it was to her, Amara did love Gascon. He had been the catalyst to who she was today and she was forever grateful to him for it. She would rather love him coming into their marriage than to fall in love with him after the fact.
Gascon smirked. “ The way I see it, this is our one chance to do things our way, Amara. Our fathers were going to marry us when we returned to Cygnus anyways. We can marry right here of our own volition Amara. Because we made that choice. I would rather marry you right here, right now love, than to have our own wedding day dictated for us. What about you?” Gascon said, his fingers lacing with Amara’s even as his other hand settled against the small of her back. All reason was starting to leave him now the more the magic washed over him. He and Amara had been fighting its heady effects for the last ten minutes now.
Amara mulled this over. There was no denying that both of them loved one another. The fact that they both had felt the compulsion to frolic with the rest of her kin around the fire abolished any doubt of that being false. Amara could feel the love Gascon felt for her in her very soul. Would it honestly be so bad for them to marry under their own terms as opposed to that of their parents? Amara smiled brightly at this thought and she looked up at Gascon as they began inching ever closer to the flames. “ I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, Gascon.” She purred.
Gascon didn’t have a reply as he whisked Amara off towards the fire.

Dagaron was smiling as he watched the couples going about the blaze, and he saw one last couple join in. There was no doubt in his mind who it was either. The smile faded from view as he felt a presence behind him. There were only a few mere moments until the bonding ceremony was done. “ Who goes there?” he called out.
“ Sorry to intrude, your majesty. I was hoping you might be able to help me in finding a few people that might have come through your realm.” Drummond said, stepping into the low light. He only needed to fire off a flare to signal the attack.

The beat was pounding in their ears as Gascon and Amara lost themselves in the music as they moved together, their eyes locked and unseeing as the magic of the solstice washed over them.
" I take thee now by thy hand, and with it I give thee my heart, my body, and soul. Two lives which were twain are now one whole.” They softly intoned in elvish, neither realizing what they were saying.
Gascon pulled a silver blade from his sash and held it between their entwined hands. Without even flinching, he pulled the blade and sliced both of their palms, their blood mingling before seeping out of any crevice it could.
“ I take thee now as my life mate, my partner, and spouse. Your burdens are my burdens, your joy is mine as well. I vow to you here and now that I will always take care of you and cherish you. I avow this on my very blood, which is yours from this day henceforth, just as my love has always been yours.” Gascon and Amara were still moving sensually against one another as they spoke, both their hearts linking in this irrevocable bond.
All the couples stopped dancing almost at once. There was a dull round of cheering from the bystanders and silence fell over the glen once more.
“ As nature wills with the inseverable bond, we are one heart, one soul. So mote it be.”
No sooner had the last line of the ritual left his lips, Gascon dipped forward to capture Amara’s lips passionately.

Dagaron hid his smirk. So this was the human who had allied himself with the goblins? Dagaron felt fortunate about knowing of the pending attack. He already had his soldiers in place, as well as Percivical’s. Hopefully Thaden’s men would cut off the goblin’s retreat to the north. “ That depends, mortal. Who were they and what business have you with them? As you can see, we’re in the midst of our celebration and I would like to revel in the festivities with my kin.” Dagaron replied smoothly.

Gascon was holding Amara tightly to him as their lips moved in tangent with one another, their eyes shut in contentment. Both had surrendered over to the magic that had settled over them completely, and were running on automatic now as a brilliant white light began sweeping through all the couples around the fire.

“ I’m looking for a human man, a woman of elfin decent and a dwarf. They stole something precious from a friend of mine and I’m attempting to help him recover it.” Drummond said, his eyes locked onto the elvish king.
“ I’m sorry, but no dwarf as ever passed through my lands. Are you certain you did not miss them in the Vale?” Dagaron asked him. Amara, where are you and Gascon? he asked her via his telepathy

Amara slowly came back to her senses as the light that had enveloped them slowly faded to a single point on either of their ring fingers. Amara where are you and Gascon? she heard her grandfather ask. Closing her eyes, Amara concentrated on Dagaron. We were just part of the bonding, grandfather...Please. I’ll explain later but…
He’s here Amara. You and Gascon need to get back to the palace immediately. I removed Vigo’s enchantment from you this morning so leave now! Get as far away from here as possible! And just so you know, I was counting on the two of you bonding tonight. Dagaron finished, and Amara could clearly hear the amusement in his voice as he spoke to her.
Thank you, grandfather...For everything. Amara said. Her blue eyes snapped open as she looked up to her new husband. “ We need to leave now.” she whispered.
Gascon nodded. They didn’t have any choice but to leave.

“ I couldn’t have missed them in the Vale, your majesty. However, I may not have given a more apt description of them.” Drummond started, moving to where his back was to the fire now. He didn’t see the brilliant blue light that illuminated for a moment behind him, the tell tale mark of a travel spell. “ The woman was a maid who has just seen her twentieth summer, with eyes like sapphires, and hair as dark as tree bark. Her ears only have a slight point to them, and it is said that she and the evestan queen could have passed for twins if her majesty were younger. The man she travels with is a lad of twenty one, with piercing brown eyes, long mahogany colored locks, and he ever carries a gun on his hip. Do they sound in the slightest bit familiar now, your majesty?” Drummond asked him, a knowing smirk on his face.
Dagaron tapped his chin thoughtfully. “ If I didn’t know any better, that sounds like my granddaughter and the emperor’s eldest son.” he said, standing now. His golden eyes were piercing as they looked into Drummond’s silver orb. " I hate to tell you this, but they've already left my palace just this morning via magic with no clue as to where they were going. They could have disappeared anywhere to be honest."
“ That's a shame, because they're the very reason we're here.” Drummond said, holding his gun to the air and firing off his flare.

Amara and Gascon both met in the sitting room where all the supplies they had gathered had been set for their departure. They had only grabbed their travel packs from the rooms they had been in respectively, neither bothering to change at this point.
“ Are you sure about your location?” Amara asked him, only to jump when the battle cry of the horde reached them all the way in the palace. Please, by what grace I’ve been given, do not let any harm befall my elven kin out in the forest tonight….she thought desperately.
Gascon nodded. “ I’ve been there more times than I can count.” he replied with a smile. “ Your grandfather will be fine Amara. He’s been planning for this since we appraised him to the attack. Don’t worry.”
Amara nodded. “ Let’s go then.” she whispered, her blue eyes alight as she locked them to his.

Dagaron smirked as he looked over the glen. Once the civilians had been evacuated from the area and all the soldiers had taken their place, the two forces had clashed with extreme prejudice and the allied forces of the humans and elves had successfully defended the city. Hopefully long enough for Gascon and Amara to escape. The battle had lasted for nearly three hours.
You had best keep my granddaughter safe and happy, Gascon Moritan...Dagaron thought as his eyes looked towards the north. “ Come on men! We drive menace north now! Onward!”

Gascon smiled as the smell of birch met his nostrils coupled with the smell of the sea nearby. Oh yes, he was where he needed to be alright. “ Amara, we’re here.” he said softly, his brown eyes opening and taking in their surroundings.
Amara looked around, smiling herself as she took in everything with her senses. “ Where are we?”
“ Russet Isle in the Summerlands. Marcassin helped me build my cottage here. It was where I would come for a month or two after every summer in an effort to rid myself of the stress you left me with.” Gascon said, his tone affectionate as he looked down at his bride. It was hard to believe that they had just actually married a few scant moments ago. He led Amara into the cottage before them and smiled at the look on her face.
It was certainly quaint, Amara mused as she looked around. There were three rooms off of the main room, two of which had to be Gascon's bedroom and a bathroom. Amara later found out that the third room was Gascon's study.
Gascon put his bag on the table and immediately began rummaging through it. Finding the scroll, Gascon couldn't hold back the smile that graced his face as he looked it over. They had indeed completed the requirements with their bonding. Which meant the abstinence spell wouldn't keep them from finally connecting. Gascon looked over at Amara as she wandered around the cottage, familiarizing herself with her new surroundings. He silently padded over to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind, unable to keep back the chuckle that bubbled forth when she jumped. " Nervous?" He purred in her ear.
" Admittedly just a tad." Amara said softly as she turned in his arms. Her eyes closed as Gascon claimed her lips sweetly, the love she felt in her heart for him welling up even as her arms wrapped around his neck. She gasped slightly against his lips as Gascon pulled her flush against him.
They both lost themselves in the feelings washing over them, their hearts one as Gascon began loosening the ties on Amara's dress and she undulated against him as desire began pooling below her navel. Amara's fingers began working at the buttons holding her husband's shirt closed and Gascon groaned appreciatively at the feel of her fingers caressing every piece of skin that was exposed. Both of them groaned delightedly as his arousal throbbed against Amara's belly and she reached between them to caress him through his pants.
There wasn't anything holding them back anymore and there was no one there to interrupt either. It was finally their moment.
Amara gasped as Gascon's lips latched onto her neck, his tongue running sensually over her heated skin and the pulse point there. His palm gently slid up her abdomen and to her breast, causing his bride to arch into Gascon's touch. Her fingers finished their task and Amara felt Gascon groan as she slid his shirt away.
Gascon finished loosening the ties of Amara's dress and without missing a beat, he scooped her into his arms and began carrying her towards his bedroom. The sun had only just set here and Gascon smirked. This was going to be a very long, but enjoyable night. Amara jostled the latch for him, her eyes barely open as she relished in his proximity. She could feel their mutual love funneling between them. By the ancients, the feeling was addictive. It made Amara feel as if she were soaring despite the fact that she was grounded.
Gascon walked into his bedroom and kicked the door shut behind them, his focus completely set on his new wife right then. He wanted to get as close as humanly possible to her. He settled her gently on the bed, both of them smiling and laughing as Amara pulled Gascon down with her. Their lips met in a slow, lazy embrace, and Amara sighed into his mouth as their tongues began dancing.
" I love you..."
Gascon looked down at Amara, honestly surprised that she had been the first to say it. " I love you too, Amara." He whispered, his gaze soft and affectionate as their eyes met. " I've loved you for so long. I just never wanted to admit it to myself until recently."
Amara's arms wrapped around his neck and She drew him down once more. " Show me..." she whispered against his lips before she kissed him heatedly.
Gascon groaned wantonly as Amara arched into him, closing the distance between their bodies and mashing her softness against his lithe, unyielding frame. " As my lady commands." He purred seductively before delving into her heat again. He slowly brought his hands up her sides, earning him a sigh from his wife, and he looped his fingers onto the collar of the dress she wore. Gascon began drawing the garment away from Amara's body, exposing her to his appreciative eye and Amara lifted herself whenever it snagged a bit where the fabric got trapped beneath her.
Amara's hands were working at the sash around Gascon's waist and she shuddered a bit when his hand trailed up the inside of her thigh. She felt him shudder as well as he experienced what she did and Amara rolled her hips invitingly.
Gascon felt the sash fall away from him as Amara finished undoing it and he groaned delightedly as Amara pushed his pants away. " We don't have to rush this Amara."
" Don't you dare stop me Gascon...I need you...Have needed you for so long." She whispered passionately. Her blue eyes were shining as they met Gascon's hot cinnamon orbs.
" I know. I have too, but I want to savor this Amara..." Gascon replied sweetly.
Amara gasped as her husband's lips latched onto the side of her neck and her hands nestled in his hair. She could feel his arousal pressing hot and heavy into her hip. Her eyes screwed shut at the feeling that washed over her from Gascon and she moaned throatily as his hand palmed her breast. By the heavens, did his touch always feel this amazing? Amara was in a pleasure filled haze as Gascon gently coaxed her passion from her, eased her nervousness away lovingly so that his wife would enjoy herself.
Gascon's lips began a slow journey downward, and he sampled every piece of skin that he met with his lips, teeth, and tongue. He wanted to immerse all of his senses here. He couldn't get enough of the feel of her soft skin against his rough, calloused palm, nor the taste of it as he licked the thin sheen of sweat that their petting and caressing had induced away from her toned stomach. He could smell her arousal, gently sweet and musky, but definitely all woman and Gascon felt his mouth water a bit. He loved the taste of her honey, he loved to hear her cries as Gascon would bring her to the brink and watch her topple into bliss. Yes, Gascon immersed himself fully in Amara, drawing her into himself and strengthening the love he felt for her all the more.
Amara gasped as his fingers gently caressed her legs, gently coaxing them apart and she hissed as his tongue laved the inside of her thigh, cleaning her wetness from them almost reverently. Gascon seemed to be enjoying himself very much if the coos and murmurs of love that he had been whispering to her were any indicator. Her gasp soon turned into a cry of relief as his tongue laved from her entrance to her clit, collecting her moisture from her even as he began drinking from her like a fountain. By the ancients Gascon was talented, she mused before all coherent thought was forced from her mind as his tongue entered her slick channel to draw more of her honey from her. Her back arched high even as he held her hips in place so that he could enjoy himself all the more, and Amara's hands tangled in his hair none to gently as she pulled him closer.
Gascon was watching Amara through hooded eyes, his own chocolate colored ones alight with desire and love as he brought Amara closer to the brink. Her soft cries were like the world's sweetest music as they fell on his ears, drawing him further into a frenzy as he began losing himself in her. His lips wrapped around the little nub of nerves, and Gascon suckled it gently, smirking as Amara screamed in delight. She ground herself wantonly against his face, and Gascon chuckled happily. That was definitely a desired reaction from her.
Amara was crying out in her abandon now as her husband pleasured her ardently, his fingers joining his lips and tongue at her center as her music washed over him. Amara's eyes went wide as her orgasm crashed over her and Gascon groaned in delight as he relieved her of every drop. By the heavens she was so, so sweet. Her breath hitched in her throat as Gascon kissed his way back up her body, his lips pressing into her fevered skin sensually. Her breathing was already labored as it stood. Gascon's lips wrapped around a pert nipple and he chuckled a little as Amara hissed at the sensation it gave her as his tongue laved the rose colored bud.
" I love the taste of you...All of you." Gascon whispered sensually against her teat, his lips now traveling back up to her neck.
Amara flipped them both over before Gascon found his mark and Amara pinned him passionately to the mattress as she ravaged his mouth with her own. By the ancients the feelings funneling through their bond were heady. " My turn darling. " she purred seductively.
Gascon hissed as Amara's lips latched onto his chest and her teeth worried and nipped the taught olive skin there. Damn he loved her so. Amara's trip was more hurried than his, though it didn't make it any less sensual. Her tongue delved into his navel, much to Gascon's surprise as he hissed delightedly at the sensation and his hands wrapped themselves in her long, silky brown locks. Amara shuddered slightly at the sensation and she smirked sexily up at him as she continued making her way down. The last month or so had given her plenty of practice.
Gascon’s eyes were liquid and full of fire even as his breathing grew more erratic. Amara loved pleasing him in turn and he was really starting to enjoy being on the receiving end of things. His head flew back as Amara’s lips found their mark and Gascon gave her a strangled groan as her tongue swirled effortlessly around the flange. He looked back over to her as his hands gently pressed her face downward and Amara shuddered once more as Gascon began taking control here. Damn she loved it when he did too. The last time he had taken control he had accidentally flipped them over and had taken his fill of her, only to ardently apologize as he worshipped Amara’s body in turn though he hadn’t needed too. Amara wanted Gascon to cut loose. She wanted nothing holding either of them back, no inhibitions, no limits. Just their love.
Gascon was growling in the back of his throat as he watched his shaft disappear and reappear from between Amara’s beautiful, rosy lips. Damn if that wasn’t a sight that made him hot. He could feel her tongue running along the back of his rod on the upstroke, the suction she applied when she reached the tip and the feel of her tongue on the topside as she came back down again. On top of that, she would begin humming her own pleasure in the back of her throat whenever Gascon pulled her down, and that coupled with everything else made for a hell of an experience. Hell, the few women he had been with hadn’t even gone this far with him. He had only satiated his body’s natural urges by using theirs. He had only lusted for them. With Amara, it was so much more meaningful. Gascon would be her first and only lover, would be the one to take care of her when the mood struck her. Most importantly, he loved her and wanted to show her in no uncertain terms how much he loved her.
Just the thought of driving into Amara’s body for the first time was more than enough to send Gascon toppling over the edge into bliss and Amara shivered delightedly as he pulled her flush against his pelvis and shot his load down her throat. She had mastered her gag reflex over the last month as well. They do say that practice makes perfect. Amara thought lustily. She gasped as Gascon hauled her up to him even as he flipped them back over and kissed her passionately. By the heavens she was so good to him.
“ I don’t deserve you.” he whispered against her lips. “ But I find myself beyond blessed by you, Amara. You gave me your friendship tentatively at first, then I began courting you in earnest, now you’ve given me your heart and soon your body. What have I done to deserve your love?” Gascon’s voice was deceptively soft as he laid kisses against her neck, causing Amara to gasp a little every time his lips pressed into her heated flesh.
“ Both of us were undeserving at one point in time my love. We were both wrong for everything that happened between us, but we’ve made our peace. That’s all that matters, Gascon.” Amara said, her breath coming in short pants now as his fingers teased her core again. She was already wound up dammit! She was only waiting on him at this point and was helpless to stop herself as Amara ground down against his palm. “ You ask what you’ve done to deserve it? By giving me your love and forgiveness in turn…”
Gascon heatedly claimed Amara’s lips at this proclamation and she pulled him over her body. She needed to feel him skin to skin. “ Love, please!” she cried into his mouth as his hips moved sensually against hers now.
“ I please, Amara…” he purred, his eyes hot and loving as looked upon his bride. “ I’m going to please you until you can’t stand it.” he promised. Gascon couldn’t hold back the groan that burst forth as he nearly dipped into her liquid heat. Oh yes, that stupid spell was gone alright. He hadn’t done that last time they had tried to consummate their bond. Amara shuddered beneath him at the sensation and both of them hissed as Amara coated them both with a fresh gush of her lubrication.
Gascon kissed her deeply even as Amara’s legs tried to draw him in closer. “ Are you sure you’re ready?” he panted against her lips. Gascon growled as Amara raked her nails gently along his scalp and he exhaled through his nose so hard Amara swore she saw smoke billow from his nostrils. “ I’ll take that as a yes then wife.”
Amara looked up at her husband just a bit vulnerably as he positioned himself at her entrance. “ Gascon…” she whimpered.
Gascon dipped in to kiss Amara sweetly, knowing that she was nervous now. “ Just only a moment of pain and it gets so much better, I promise.” he whispered. “ I’ll take as long as you need Amara. We have the rest of our lives now...Like I told you earlier, there’s no need to rush this. I fully intend to make love to you for as long as I can tonight.” He could feel Amara’s breath tickling his lips as he spoke, his hips moving in tangent with her own. “ I love you Amara…”
“ Show me…” Amara breathed out, her eyes nearly closed as they moved against one another. This was getting to be too much to bear now.
Gascon swallowed a bit roughly as his throat grew a bit tight. “ I want you to know that you’re the only virgin I got to deflower…This is a first for me as much as it is for you.” he said honestly. Even he was feeling some apprehension of hurting her.
Amara looked up at Gascon tenderly and she pulled him incf closer. “ Take me husband.” she whispered against his lips before she claimed them. She gasped as she felt Gascon’s cock gently part her inner flesh, going inch by tortuous inch so that he wouldn’t hurt her more than necessary.
Gascon’s jaw was going slack as he eased into his wife, she was so deliciously tight and he stopped a moment as he came to her maidenhead. His eyes locked onto Amara’s for a moment. “ I want you’re eyes on me as I do this Amara. I want you to see just who it is claiming your body for the first time.” he said, his voice husky and rich as his fingers entwined with hers. Amara’s eyes met his fully as she panted in earnest now. He could feel her apprehension, but he could also feel her overwhelming desire and love for him overpowering that. “ I’m sorry…” he whispered. Gascon pulled back a little and Amara groaned in disappointment at the loss of contact as the feeling of fullness left her. Her eyes then went wide as Gascon drove forward as gently as he could, breaking through her last vestige of innocence and immersing himself fully in his new wife.
Amara cried out despite the fact that she had been expecting it and she gripped Gascon tightly as her body was forced to accommodate his rigid flesh. By the ancients, she felt as if she were being stretched over a pole or something. Tears fell to her cheeks and Amara felt Gascon kiss them away sweetly, his lips brushing against her skin soft as a breeze. To his credit, he had promised Amara as much time as she needed and he was giving that to her.
After a few moments, Gascon pulled away from her and looked between them a moment. Sure enough, there were streaks of blood on his shaft and he looked back to Amara with a softness in his eyes that hadn’t been there a moment before. He had felt everything she had up to this point; which made for a very addictive experience thus far, and he could feel Amara’s pain lessening now the longer he stayed still. Smiling a bit now, Gascon eased back into her, his eyes lighting up at the soft gasp of surprise that met him from his new wife and he watched her eyes flutter at the friction she felt.
" As I said, it gets so much better now..." Gascon purred in her ear huskily. His voice was rich and thick with desire, the very sound of it had sent shivers through Amara.
Amara clutched Gascon as he slowly began making love to her now, her voice a soft cry every time he rocked into her. By the heavens, this was unlike anything they had done to date, their bodies seemingly tailor made for one another as they surrendered themselves over to their passion and love.
Gascon eased Amara into his lap as he sat them up, relishing in the sound of her voice at the change of angle this new position offered. By the ancients, he could feel how she felt, all the emotions that were coursing through their hearts compounded upon and funneling through their bond. No wonder Amara was hesitant to enter into it at first. It was nearly overpowering to experience firsthand. He groaned against her lips as they met heatedly, her eyes half lidded as they looked into Gascon's soft loving ones. Amara was taking charge here now, lifting her body slowly so as to feel every inch of him leaving her and then filling her again and Gascon guided her movements as his hands gripped her hips tightly.
Amara’s hands tangled in Gascon’s locks as their hips began meeting in the middle, both of them moving in tangent with one another perfectly. The gentle slide and check of their bodies was fogging Amara’s mind over in a pleasure induced haze, and she rolled her hips experimentally as she came down. The groan that met her made her smile a bit, and she repeated the motion again, her jaw going slack at the way his cock caressed her virgin tunnel when she did. Amara felt Gascon’s grip tighten on her hips as she continued her movements, and Gascon hissed a bit as he fought to hold himself back. What Amara was doing was going to break his already thinning resolve.
Gascon growled a bit against Amara’s neck as he brought her down a little harder than he intended, his invading length knocking against her womb and leaving an indescribable ache. Amara’s eyes flew open and she shuddered in Gascon’s grasp. By the ancients that had hurt so good!
“ Gascon!” she cried as her grip tightened and her nails raked against his scalp.
“ Amara...I highly suggest you don’t do those two things at the same time.” He groaned, only to give a course shout as Amara repeated the motion herself as she cried out at the sensation. “ Love, you have no clue what you’re getting yourself into with that.”
“ Don’t stop that, please…” Amara begged him. That had felt nothing short of amazing. Her head flew back in her abandon as Gascon brought her down roughly again, and Amara screamed his name once more. “ More!”
Gascon’s eyes were alight as he cut loose, Amara’s pleasure proving to be his undoing and he pinned Amara to the mattress as their hips met in a furious tempo now. The heavens above, she was much stronger than he had given her credit for. “ Damn I love you…” he purred against her ear. He chuckled sexily as Amara shuddered once more, and his teeth caught her earlobe between them as he nibbled it gently. “ You certainly like it when I take over don’t you? A strong willed woman like yourself? Admit it, you want me to just let loose on you, don’t you? You never wanted me gentle in the first place, did you?”
Amara was crying out in her surrender now and Gascon pulled her up quickly. She gasped at the loss of contact between them and shrieked a bit surprise as he placed her in front of the headboard with her back to him. “ Gascon...what are you…” she began breathlessly, just a little sloe eyed from her husband’s ardor.
“ Just a change of position love.” he purred seductively. “ You may want to grab on.”
Amara creamed herself at the tone he used and did as he recommended. She gasped slightly as Gascon gently and forcefully guided her into the position he wanted her in and he positioned himself back against her entrance.
“ Just tell me Amara, do you want me to be gentle, or not at all…” Gascon whispered, his voice husky in her ear even as his teeth nibbled on the outer shell of her ear again. He had never been able to cut loose like this before and it was beyond freeing. He knew Amara was enjoying it as well. She would have stopped him by this point if she didn't.
" Gascon..." Amara groaned needily, grinding down on him in an effort to get him back inside of her. " Please! "
Gascon chuckled at Amara's wanton actions. " Nah ah ah, Amara. Tell me how you want me to take you." Gascon pulled his hips away from hers, earning him a pained cry at the loss of connection between them. " Do you want me to be gentle or to just go wild on you?" His voice was barely a whisper as he spoke into her ear, playing every bit the tempter now. By the ancients Gascon was hoping beyond hope that she chose the latter of the two.
Amara shuddered at the amount of promise his tone held and she looked over her shoulder to Gascon. She couldn't seriously tell him that, could she? That seemed like something a trollop would do, not a princess. At the same time, Amara loved the dirty talk coming from Gascon's lips all the while. The fact that she was as soaked as she was was a testament to that. She shivered a bit in anticipation and looked her husband in the eye. " I want you..." she began breathlessly.
Gascon's eyes were glittering as he positioned himself back at her tunnel, and he smiled almost knowingly.
"...Wild..." Amara whispered, her eyes showing the same heat his were. She nearly choked on a scream as Gascon drove into her strongly now, his cock hitting bottom on the first thrust and her eyes flew open wide at the feeling it left her. Gascon held her still as he did it over and over again, forcing Amara to scream his name every single time.
If he thought her voice was beautiful before, by the heavens Gascon certainly thought it angelic now as his name fell from her lips like a prayer. “ Oh yes, wife…” he purred, his eyes glowing like hot cinnamon colored suns now as he poled into her. Gascon wrapped Amara’s hair around his hand and he heard her gasp when he lightly pulled it, not enough to hurt her though.
“ Let go of my hair, Gascon.” Amara breathed out, though she couldn’t deny that he had just found a kink of hers. Well, if the thrill that had gone through her when he had tugged it gently had been any indicator at least.
Gascon’s warmth settled against her back as he leaned in close to Amara now, his breath coming in short, hot pants against her neck and he chuckled a bit. “ And leave you riderless? I don’t think so Amara. Not only that, I know you’re loving this. Just listen to yourself, love. That squish squish you hear isn’t all from me, though I am the cause of it.” he whispered hotly. By the heavens, she was soaked. Gascon punctuated this last statement with a few thrusts that made Amara’s knees buckle and he groaned in appreciation. She wasn’t the only one loving this. Gascon was having a hell of a good time himself.
Amara’s knuckles went white as Gascon continued talking dirty into her ear, mostly commentating on their lovemaking with words that would have a sailor blushing from the raunchiness of them. It was such a turn on to hear from him just what he was doing to her, and how much he was enjoying himself.
“ You feel positively divine wrapped around my hard cock Amara...Like a wet velvet sleeve that I could just keep plunging into time and time again. And tight too, it’s like you’re greedily swallowing me down even as I drive into you, it’s getting harder to pull back every time.” Gascon whispered in her ear, nibbling and suckling the heated skin of her neck in between. One of his hands was guiding her into his amorous stroke while the other was teasing and tweaking a pert nipple. “ Forget anything else I thought was heavenly...You’re my own personal slice of it here on earth.”
Amara was crying his name out with every thrust now, her eyes closed as her husband brought her closer and closer to the precipice. This was exactly what she wanted right now. The way he was taking her coupled with all the dirty little things he was doing was making her so damn hot even as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. While this was good for the moment; both of them had over a month’s worth of frustration to work out of their systems after all, Amara would more than likely want to slow down for the next round, until she grew impatient at least. She could feel how much Gascon was enjoying himself, though he was having no trouble telling her verbally, and that in turn made this experience all the more better for her.
By the sun, moon, and stars, she was hooked already.
Gascon paused a moment as he felt Amara drawing closer to her release and he laid her back down against the mattress. He wanted to look into her eyes as she reached the pinnacle for the first time with a man. “ Are you alright?” he inquired, he had been pretty ardent with her after all.
“ I’m fine, please don’t stop Gascon.” Amara gasped breathlessly as she pulled him down to her in order to kiss him.
Gascon groaned delightedly as he hooked Amara’s legs over his arms and thrust back into her willing body with abandon now. Both of them were so damn close, but Gascon was not going to get there before Amara did. He was dead set on getting her to climax first.
It didn’t take long either. Amara, sensitive from the ride she had been given thus far, stiffened in Gascon’s arms even as she cried her completion into his mouth and her blue eyes locked to his as if unseeing in her ultimate surrender. Her inner walls clenched tightly around him slickly, drawing Gascon deeper even as he tried to pull back again and she screamed his name as she toppled from the top of the wave that she had been cresting with him for so long. Gascon groaned delightedly at the feeling, and he shuddered even as he felt the beginnings of his own release building up now. His voice was starting to rise a little bit as he flexed ardently into Amara, whose eyes were closed in sheer pleasure now as Gascon tried to power through her orgasm, and Gascon gave a hoarse shout as he drove in as deep as he could get and released with a guttural groan that made his wife shudder happily as her name fell from his lips, shooting jet after jet of his seed into her womb. He collapsed tiredly on top of her for a moment, and Amara lovingly ran her fingers through his damp locks. Gascon’s hair was plastered to his head from the exertion he had put forth.
It took a few moments, but finally Gascon lifted himself enough to look down at his bride and he stared at her in wonder. That was without a shadow of a doubt the most intense experience that he had ever had. Amara had responded sweetly and without reservation; well for the most part at least, to everything they had done together that night. By the ancients she had been nothing but amazing. The look in her blue eyes as they met his tawny ones made his heart clench a bit. There was nothing but love and adoration for him shining there and Gascon smiled softly down at Amara. He didn’t realize that he had the same look in his own eyes as well.
Amara pulled him back down to her for a kiss, and she groaned at the loss of contact as Gascon slid out of her wetly. “ Wow…” was all she breathed out.
Gascon smirked proudly and then brushed his lips against Amara’s temple. “ You were amazing love…” he whispered as he nuzzled her neck. Gascon had since spooned around Amara to hold her tightly against him.
“ You’re one to talk.” Amara replied, smirking a bit herself as she turned in his arms. Her naked body was pressed flush to his invitingly, her breasts mashing up against his chest and her arms snaking around his torso. “ I love you Gascon.”
“ And I you, Amara.” he whispered against her lips before claiming them again. He growled a bit as Amara rolled her hips wantonly against his and his eyes met her heated ones. “ Don’t tell me you’re already set to go another round?”
“ What can I say, Gascon? By all rights you should have deflowered me long ago. I’ve got over a month of sexual frustration to get out of my system and I highly doubt you’re going to complain either. Even now I can feel your desire building within you.” Amara purred. This bond was definitely going to take some getting used to, but there was no chance of either of them ever being able to lie about how they felt any longer.
“ Are you sure that’s not your own compounded by the bond?” Gascon teased playfully, though she had hit the nail on the head.
“ No, I’m fairly certain it’s mostly yours, though I’m not adverse to us just cutting loose again.” Amara whispered sensually this time, rolling her husband onto his back. “ Just with a slight change of who sets the pace if that’s alright of course.” Her fingers were running lightly across his skin as they traveled downward, and she couldn't hold back the smirk that formed on her face when she saw his rod steadily swelling again at the promise of more intimacy.
Gascon’s eyes went hot the minute Amara insinuated that she wanted to ride him. “ By all means then, love, be my guest.” Gascon cooed seductively, his chocolate eyes leveling on his wife now as he put his arms behind his head. It wouldn't take much to send her careening into bliss. Amara was still very sensitive from his last possession after all.
Amara smirked a bit herself as she climbed up onto him. " This is going to be good..." she purred, her own sapphire colored orbs hot as they met his.
Both groaned in delight as Gascon's shaft pierced Amara again as she settled herself over him and his hands instinctively flew to her hips.
" My turn husband." Amara cooed as she rocked her body.

Marcassin was grumbling as he made his way up to the cottage door. He had received his brother's letter stating that he and Amara were going into hiding and that meant to Marcassin the only obvious choice; Gascon's cottage on Russet Isle. When he finally got his hands on Gascon, Marcassin was going to berate him for not settling this sooner with Amara. He had been telling his brother for years to just get it over with and apologize so that they could drop the animosity between them. Marcassin stiffened a moment as he heard a shriek come from inside the cottage, coupled by a delighted groan that was undoubtedly his brother. For the love of the ancients, Marcassin was really going to kill him now! Gascon only thought with one head most of the time. The heir to the Hamelin throne stomped into the house and dropped his bag on the table. Who the hell had he snuck here to the cottage and where the hell was Amara? It would have taken longer than the five months they had been gone for them to settle their past issues he was sure. Striding over to the bedroom door, Marcassin colored slightly at the pleasure induced noises coming from behind it. Whoever was in there with his brother was certainly having a good time by the sound of it; especially if the cry of ecstasy coupled with a final guttural groan from Gascon was any indicator, and Marcassin groaned in annoyance and pounded on the bedroom door. He wasn't in the mood for waiting on them and he barged on in.
Amara had already jumped when she heard the pounding on the door and Gascon quickly pulled her under the blanket just as Marcassin came bursting through the door.
" You're really something else Gascon, you know that? Did you leave her in one of the towns for a bit so that you could relieve your urges?" Marcassin seethed, his bright blue eyes narrowed dangerously on his brother.
" Marcassin..." Gascon began, sighing exasperatedly as he tapped Amara's shoulder through the blankets. His brother was moving into browbeat mode.
" Don't you Marcassin me, Gascon. I told you tha..." Marcassin’s voice sounded furious, Amara noted and she could help but giggle a bit as she looked up to her husband from under the covers.
" Marcassin!" Gascon shouted, interrupting him fully now. " Amara isn't in one of the towns. She's perfectly safe in fact." His eyes were mirthful as he looked down at his wife now. By the ancients, this was probably going to make him crack.
" Then where the hell is she?"
Amara couldn't keep herself from laughing at this point and Gascon playfully smacked her shoulder through the blanket. She could only imagine the bright shade of red the young prince was turning.
" Marcassin, my wife and the future queen of Evesta, Amara Moritan ne Debrotane." Gascon said as Amara poked her head out from under the covers and waved coyly as she settled into Gascon’s embrace. Well, this was a hell of a way for Marcassin to find out.
Marcassin was indeed a brilliant shade of red. In fact his eyes were wide in disbelief as he looked at the two of them. " The both of you have five minutes to get out there to explain yourselves." He said, shaking his head.

Amara was smirking even as her eyes leveled hotly on her husband from across the room. Lucky for Marcassin, they had just been in the midst of finishing their interlude when he had barged in, otherwise Gascon would have more than likely blown a gasket at being interrupted.
“ You mean to tell me that you both just up and eloped?! Without any sort of warning whatsoever?” Marcassin shouted, his arms flailing wildly in his ire.
“ Marcassin, there was a chance that the magic would not have settled over us. I know you are familiar with elvish bindings. When the couples get the urge to dance, there is almost nothing they can do to fight the effects. Gascon and I had that urge, and I did try to fight it, if only to inform my husband the true meaning behind the celebrations. There is no resisting it. You should take comfort in the fact that Gascon and I are far past our bickering now and that he’s found love.” Amara whispered this last part softly as her blue eyes looked from Marcassin to Gascon.
Marcassin sighed heavily. In all honesty he was encroaching on their wedding night now, and both looked like they were more than ready to pick up where they had left off. Marcassin couldn’t hold back the shudder that ran through him at the thought of his brother and childhood friend in the throes of passion. That was not an image he wanted in his mind’s eye. Even then though, Marcassin mused as he watched Gascon move over to where Amara was, it was clear as day that Gascon was very much in love with his wife. The look in his eyes said it all as they sparkled in the fire light. Amara was just as enamored, he noticed as she pulled her husband in for a kiss. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
“ I’ll take my leave. I can see that I’m only intruding on your honeymoon at this point, but this will be my last visit for a long while. If what you say is true, this thief will be monitoring both families to get clues as to where the both of you are. Try to make a single trip into town every month for your provisions and like. Father and I will send money to your alias there.” Marcassin said seriously. “ If you think even for a second that your location has been compromised then for the love of the ancients do not hesitate to leave here. Is there anywhere else you can run to?”
Amara thought long and hard. “ Yes, there is. Gascon, you know the place as well. We may have to go incognito for a few years if it comes to it, but I daresay we’ll be alright.” Amara projected the image of the old farmhouse where they had originally tried to make love to her husband and he nodded knowingly.
Well, if he cut his hair and...Gascon shuddered at the very thought of it becoming an untamed mess. He took pride in how well he had cared for his hair even in the time they were traveling. “ We’ll be fine Marcassin. I promise.” he said, looking his younger brother in the eye. “ And don’t you dare tell father about this development between Amara and I. I want to see the look on his face when Amara and I do finally come back and I drop the news myself.”
Marcassin chuckled a bit. “ What did he and his majesty do to the both of you to inspire such an act of rebellion between the two of you?” Marcassin asked, smirking now.
“ It was a spell that they placed on the scroll containing the contract for our arranged marriage.” Gascon grumbled. He would never get over that fact despite that he could now take Amara with impunity.
Marcassin’s eyes sparkled a bit in his amusement as his lip quirked in an effort to keep himself from laughing at his brother’s expense.. Oh, that had to be an abstinence spell if he knew his father. Vigo wouldn’t want Gascon sleeping about and further pissing Amara off. Now the question was was had they found out together or had Gascon found out when he tried to woo another woman? He’d get the dirty details out of Gascon later. “ I’m heading back to Hamelin. I’ll tell our parents the both of you are safe, but only go as far as that. Do you want them to think you two are still fighting?”
Amara chuckled. “ I’m almost positive that’s the impression we left in Thorn Pass, dearheart.” she said mirthfully. “ My father probably is thinking the same thing, so why the hell not. It’ll be all the more satisfying to see the shocked looks on their faces when we return.”
Marcassin shook his head and chuckled. These two were like imps when they were on the same page. “ Oh my...I pity Aden when the two of you return to Cygnus. You’re going to have the poor man’s head spinning.” Marcassin laughed as he stood straight and walked over to the door. His face sobered a moment as he looked at his brother and his new sister. “ I know this goes without saying, but please, be safe. Take care of one another, and Amara…” his blue eyes bored into hers seriously here. “ You need to take precautions. I understand this is your wedding night, but the two of you cannot risk getting pregnant right now...If things are this dangerous now with just the two of you, think of how much worse it would be throwing a child into the mix.” With that, Marcassin rushed out the door and into the night.
- 9
- 10
- 11
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Ties that Bind