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Vhenan'ara	By : Arcanis_Born Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 6576 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Translations:
Mi bella: Antivan. "My beauty." Endearment Zevran uses for Riel.
Mi amiga: Antivan. "My friend."
Mi amor: Antivan. "My love."
Emma lath: Elvhen. "My love."
Ma vhenan: Elvhen. "My heart."
Ma isala'ne: Elvhen. "I need you."
Ma nuvenin: Elvhen. "As you wish."
Por favor nunca me sale, mi único amor: Antivan. "Please never leave me, my only love."

Riel paced around the fire, impatience and worry marking her face. The men had been gone for only a short time, yet the fear that she felt grow inside of her refused to abate. It wasn't that she doubted Zevran's abilities in a fight. Riel had fought alongside of him for long enough to know how well of a fighter he was. Strong, agile, and quick on his feet, he was everything Riel wished herself to be when it came to duel wielding. His strikes were always on point, striking fast and with deadly accuracy as he took down the enemies before him.
Yet, she also knew Alistair as well. Knew how brutal he could be. How he would slam into opponents, knocking them down with his shield or lifting up something as large as Hurlock with a single hand and slamming it down to the ground before running it through with his sword. Alistair wasn't slow on his feet, and his strength wasn't something to be scoffed at. There was a reason why Riel valued him as a fighter. Why she put up with his mouth and rude remarks.
He was one of the best warriors that Riel had ever seen. Not that she had ever said so to him. The male Grey Warden had enough of an ego as it was. And knowing him, Alistair would probably take her admission and praise as some sort of invitation as a further invitation to pursue her. Alistair was a brilliant warrior. However, that is where his brilliance ended. In all other matters, he seemed immune to reason and the reality of Riel's feelings regarding him.
"You should sit down and relax, Riel. They will return soon, enough. And knowing men, probably be good friends because of this."
Riel looked over to Leliana, amazed that the woman could be so calm at a moment like this. When two of the best fighters that she ever had ever seen were now currently squaring off against each other out some Voidforsaken idea of 'male honor'. Whatever that meant. To Riel, it was just further foolishness. If Alistair angered her, than in Riel's mind, she should be the one dealing with it! Why did Zevran have to be the one?
"I just don't understand it, Lei," Riel huffed, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. "For as much of an ass as Alistair is, most of the time it's me that he's being an ass to. Not Zevran. So why is he off fighting Alistair because of what the idiot said to me?"
"Oh it is not so strange," Leliana smiled, that curious knowing look of hers on her beautiful face. "I remember one time while I was in Val Royeaux, a rather handsome noble had taken a liking to me. He was such a sweet man, sending me flowers and buying me beautiful gifts. However, I was already involved with another man. Not a noble, but he had done well for himself. Jealous of the courtship of this other man, the man I was with challenged the noble to a duel. They met at daybreak, and fought against the other with superb skill, yet my lover ended up being the victor. Proud of himself, he came to me, spouting of his victory and how he had 'won' me - as if I were a valued prize!" Leliana giggled as she remembered the story, yet Riel's brow only furrowed further.
"We aren't prizes to be won, Leliana! We are women! We aren't some… some object!" Riel angrily spat out, her hands waving in her frustration.
"Oh I know. And I told my lover such when he returned to me," Leliana replied, still with a smile on her lips. "I was furious at him! Yet even as I scolded him, still my lover smiled. After my anger was spent, he just laughed, saying he didn't fight the duel to win me. He told me, that women's hearts could never be simply won. They can only be earned. And that was what he had won. My lover had fought the other man over the right to earn my heart."
"That's stupid!" cursed Riel, shaking her head. "Zevran already has my heart! He doesn't have to endanger himself to earn something he already has!"
"He isn't."
"Leliana, as much as I love you, sometimes you are just as cryptic as an old woman!"
Leliana laughed, her bright summer green eyes lighting up with the mischief and mirth wholly befitting her roguish nature. "Perhaps I have been spending too much time with Wynne?" she giggled softly.
"Not yet. I still understand you. Most of the time," Riel replied with a frustrated sigh.
"Come sit, Riel," Leliana patted the earth by the fire where she sat. "Zevran and Alistair will be back soon. Then you can yell at both at them all you want. Something which I am sure will be much more frightening to both men than facing off against each other."
Riel grumbled as she sat next to other woman. Crossing her legs under her, Riel's mind drifted back to when Zevran promised to return to her. He was so sure of himself, as he always was. And the way he pressed against her, his promise to do wicked things to her afterwards in her ears… Riel felt herself flush just remembering it. Yet at the same time, she was furious that he left in the first place.
"Zevran knows that he has you, Riel. That is not what he fighting for," Leliana stated, almost as if she could read the swirling thoughts inside of Riel's mind.
"Then why do it?"
"Because men are men. Some are good, some are bad. Some pretend to be good, and others pretend to be bad. But all of them are men. When they want something - truly desire it - the good ones will never feel worthy of it. The bad ones will want it, whether they are worthy of it or not. The ones pretending to be good will desire it to make themselves look better. And the ones pretending to be bad will sometimes do whatever they can to get it, only to regret it afterwards."
"Old woman talk again…" Riel teasingly grumbled to her friend.
"Alistair wants to be the one to have you, Riel." Despite her earlier protests, the bluntness of Leliana's words still caught Riel off guard. "Do not look so shocked. You heard himself out of Orzammar. He loves you."
Riel shook her head in disbelief. "He thinks he loves me. He acts like an ass towards me though."
"Which is exactly the problem. Right now, Alistair is fighting for a right to be able to court you, as Zevran has."
"And what? Zevran is defending his own right? Protecting what he thinks of as his?" Riel snapped, bristling at the idea. As much as she loved Zevran, she wasn't property to be fought over. Something to be owned or traded or won as some sort of object. Riel had already enough of that type of life forced on her. And she wasn't willing to ever go back to it.
"Not exactly. Zevran is…" Leliana paused, her eyes on the fire in front of her.
"A complete fool, utterly undeserving of the woman that he loves."
Riel twisted herself around, surprise and joy coloring her features when she heard the rich Antivan accent behind her. Standing just a few feet away was Zevran, a sad smile on his bruised and slightly discolored face.
"Zevran!" Riel exclaimed, jumping to her feet and running over to him. Forgetting her previous anger, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug.
"I am pleased to see you, as well, mi bella…" Zevran chuckled, ignoring the pain that her hold caused in his ribs. For her, he would endure far worse. And right now, he needed to feel her arms around him more than he cared for the pain that lanced through his upper body.
Riel pulled back and looked up at him, her smile disappearing into a mask of concern as she saw the cuts and bruises on his face. It was obvious that he had been hit several times, with what looked like a bad gash just above his right eye. Yet still his honey eyes sparkled as he gazed at her, his mouth twisting up in a smile despite the crack in his bloodied bottom lip.
"Oh Zevran! What happened?" Riel asked, her hand coming up to lightly touch one of the bruises on his cheek. Zevran caught her hand and brought her finger to his lips, kissing them softly before he smiled sweetly down at her.
"Nothing that won't heal in time, mi bella."
"I'll go fetch Wynne. Last I saw, she was talking with Shale," Leliana offered with a shy smile, standing up from where she was sitting.
"That would a be good idea, mi amiga. However, it would probably be best for her to see to Alistair first."
Leliana's eyes went wide with concern at his words. "Is he…" she began, unable to continue much past that as fear clutched at her chest.
"He is alive. Although in need of much healing. Not too far from here is a small clearing where she will find him. A word of caution though," he paused, staring hard into Leliana's worried eyes. "There is a poison in him that has been growing for months. Not one born of herbs or tonics, but something far more human. Perhaps along with the healing of the lovely Wynne, our Templar friend would benefit from the healing hands of one familiar with that which afflicts the hearts and minds of young men? Before his own blindness leads him into falling on more than just his own blade."
"I-... I will do what I can…" Leliana responded, her features a swirl of emotions. Nodding slightly to the two elves, she then rushed off in search of the elderly healer.
"I don't understand. What is going on? What happened out there?" questioned Riel.
"Later. First, if you will allow it, I would like to retreat into your tent and simply hold you for a while, mi bella."
Riel wondered at the sad look his eyes, even as he smiled at her. Taking in his hand in hers, Riel backed up slowly and led him to the tent she shared with him. "Our tent, Zevran. Not just mine. It hasn't been just mine in a long time," she corrected with a soft smile.
It took some biting of his tongue, but Zevran was able to crawl inside the tent behind her. The pain in his chest expanded as he bent over, yet he was unwilling to share how badly he was hurt. True, he should seek out Wynne or perhaps even Morrigan for their magics. At the very least, Zevran knew that he should drink of a healing potion to mend the damage fighting with Alistair had done. Yet at the moment, the only thing he wanted was to feel her presence against him.
Riel pulled Zevran down onto the bedrolls next to her, noticing the slight way his features pinched with his movements. Even though he smiled at her, barely making a sound as he laid down, she could tell he was in pain. She knew this man too much to not see the way he fliched, her hearing far too developed miss the sharp intakes of breath as he adjusted himself next to her.
"Why don't you-" she began, yet her words were cut off by Zevran.
"I do not see you as an object, mi bella," Zevran rushed out, interrupting her. "I have never seen you that way. I know you cannot be won, and as much of a treasure as you are to me, I do not see you as a prize to be bartered."
"Heard all that, did you?"
"You are not the only one with excellent hearing, mi amor," he chuckled softly, gently touching her pointed elven ears.
"Then why?"
"I did not go off with the Templar to win you. I did so to show him that you are not a prize to be simply won." Zevran gently caressed her cheek with his fingers, loving the soft feel of her skin as he touched her. "My place with you is not something that I have to fight to defend. It is mine to offer, for you to accept or to decline on your own. I hold no claims on you other than what you give to me willingly."
"Then why fight? I mean look at you!" Riel almost cried as she looked at him, her hand coming up to lightly touch the cut above his eye. "I know you are in pain, Zevran. I see it. I can practically feel it. Why do this to yourself?"
"To protect you from someone who would seek to put a claim on you, mi bella. To tell a fool that despite his own feelings, you are not someone to be taken or forced into a role against your will. I would gladly fight anyone who tried to once again put chains on you, whether they be made of steel or with words and ideas. As long as I live, no one shall ever own you again."
Riel leaned in and placed a light kiss against his lips. "You may not own me, but I still belong to you anyway, Zevran."
"Only willingly, mi bella. I would have it no other way."
Riel leaned in and kissed him again, her hand resting on his chest just over his ribs. In truth, she didn't fully understand why he and Alistair went off earlier. To protect something that you cared for - that was something that Riel understood. To defend and care for those special to her, Riel knew she would do almost anything. Yet this thing between the two men… It seemed strange to her. And the fact that Zevran was hurt over it… It caused a strange feeling well up inside of Riel's chest as she kissed him. Born out of the worry she had felt, the frustration she had at being unable to him, and the deep love she felt at knowing that he was still alive - it all welled up inside of her, bringing a heated sensation to her palms.
"Mi bella, are you frightened? Have I upset you?" Zevran quickly asked, his deeply concerned tone causing Riel to snap open her eyes and look at him.
"I'm fine. Why…?"
"You're burning, Riel!" Zevran exclaimed, taking gentle hold of her forearm and lifting it for her to see.
Sure enough, flames licked out from the flesh of her hands. Orange and red curled and swept in between her fingers, almost as if they were dancing to an unheard tune. Staring at her hands, Riel felt a panic swirl in her. She had only brought forth a fire like this when she was extremely angry or upset. Fear, hatred, and deep instinct for survival had always been the sole catalysts for her magic coming forth. Yet now, there was no real reason to feel any of that. In fact, before the fear at seeing the fire cradled in her palm caused in her, Riel had been feeling rather happy and peaceful. Loved.
Riel scooted away from Zevran, scared that she would hurt him with the fire that she had unwittingly called forth. She even tried shaking out her hands, yet the flames refused to abate. Riel started to panic then. She had no experience controlling the magic that welled deep inside of her. It came and went with her emotions, and only at rare times. And each time it came forth, it caused destruction and death to anything she touched.
"I can't make it stop!" she cried out as she tried shaking her hand again. "It won't go away! Creators! It won't stop!" Zevran tried getting close to her, yet Riel pulled out of his reach once more. "Don't touch me, Zevran! I don't want to hurt you!" cried Riel, her emotions driving on the fire that spread out from her fingers, causing it to move higher up her arms. Soon it would reach her chest, and from there her whole upper body. Her fear over it only making it worse.
His own pain forgotten, he knew that he had to get Riel to calm down or else she would burn down the whole tent around them. Following his instincts, he reached out for her, taking gentle hold of each of her wrists in his hands. "Mi bella! Listen to me!" Zevran called out to her. The flames that she called forth touched and licked at his hands, yet it didn't burn him as normal flames would. Instead a feeling of warmth was left where the flames touched him, even as the crawled over his own hands as it travelled up her arms.
"Zevran, no!"
"Riel! You must listen! Please, look at me!"
Riel forced herself to still her struggles and focus on the man holding her. She was in no danger from him. His hold on her wrists was gentle, not demanding. His voice was not threatening, but loving. Taking a deep breath, Riel lifted her tear soaked eyes to his. He was frightened of her, either. He was calm as he gazed at her. His honey eyes filled with love, a soft smile on his lips.
"You are safe, Riel. And so am I."
Riel felt herself shudder, her anxiety and fear ebbing away as he looked on her. Slowly she allowed herself to breathe in deeply, calming herself. "I-I don't understand," she whispered, catching sight of the way the flames she called forth dancing peacefully over Zevran's hands as he held her.
Zevran lifted one of her hands to his face, causing Riel to try to pull her hand back in surprise. "Trust me, mi bella. I trust you," he stated softly with a smile. Carefully he lifted her still fiery palm to his face, letting her cup his cheek. "It doesn't hurt. You haven't hurt me, mi bella."
Riel watched in amazement as the darkening bruise that was forming on his cheek started to lighten and clear as the flames licked at it. Mesmerized, Riel moved her hand across his face, watching as the cuts and bruises he had gotten earlier healed and disappeared under her soft touch. Even the gash above his eye closed, the flesh weaving itself back together before her very eyes.
Zevran closed his eyes as he felt the warmth invade him from her touch. The pains that he had been feeling eased and were swept away under the new warmth that she gave to him. Even the deep headache he had developed from one of Alistair's blows was now lost, gently burned away by the fire that Riel had called forth. Zevran had been healed by magic many times in the past. Yet this felt nothing like that. While each mage's magic was unique to them, and as such carried with it a slightly different feel, what Zevran felt now could not even be compared to what he experienced before.
The only time he had ever felt this type of warmth before was when he was making love to Riel. The sweet feeling of love and trust as he glided inside of her. This was the same feeling as then, yet somehow different at the same time. There was no heavy undertones of lust fueling the feeling. No pounding need as his climax neared as he pleasured her. This feeling was just the simple love of her. The sharing of trust, intimacy, and love that was hers alone to give.
His face now healed, Riel lowered her hands, dropping to his neck and down further to his chest. The pain that she knew he felt called out her, drawing her hands down to his ribs and abdomen. The fire she weaved going through the tunic he wore, yet not burning it. Still, Riel felt a need to touch his flesh. To lay her hands upon his golden skin without the stiff fabric between them.
"Zevran, you shirt…" she whispered. Without opening his eyes, Zevran quickly discarded the tunic, lifting it over his head and tossing it aside. "Now… Lay back…" Riel crooned softly, her hands pressing against his skin.
Zevran let himself be guided by her, falling back to the bedrolls beneath them. With his back against the ground, he felt Riel straddle his waist, being careful to not put any pressure on his chest or stomach. Zevran opened his eyes then, gasping in amazement as Riel seemed to nearly glow from some inner source of light under skin. Her hands still covered in flames, she then gently touched his chest, her fingers seeking out the most painful areas as if guided by some knowing force.
"You are so beautiful…" he whispered as he watched her, the words spilling forth of their volition.
Riel softly smiled as she ran her hands over him. The flames from her hands leapt out as she touched him, entering Zevran's skin as it healed the wounds beyond what she could physically see. Massaging him as she healed him, Riel let her hands wander over his chest, guided by her instincts and the love she felt for him. Even when every last wound was mended, still her fire remained as she touched him.
"I wish to see you fully," Zevran softly begged, his voice husky with need. However when Riel tried to lift the tunic over her head, Zevran took hold of her hands and shook his head. "Please, mi bella… let me…"
Zevran than sat up, keeping her straddling his waist. Slowly his hands drifted down her shoulders and arms, caressing her skin with his own gentle touch. When he reached the hem of the tunic, he lifted it slowly over her making sure to allow his fingers to graze her skin as he went up. With it past her head, he tossed it aside before return his hands to her skin. Still the inner glow he witnessed from before was there, shining out from her skin as he held her.
"Gods above…" he whispered as he looked upon her. With no breastband or undergarments shielding her, she was completely naked before him.
The way Zevran gazed on Riel had always caused a flush under her skin, yet now that same feeling was more intense. The flames that had sprung from her skin now erupted from her whole body as she straddled his waist. A light shimmer of fire covering her skin as he ran his hands over her body. Yet he didn't seem bothered by it. In truth, his eyes latched onto her, mesmerized by the way she glowed and shimmered in his hands.
"Are you sure you aren't frightened of this?" she asked, holding up her hand that still burned with the gentle glow of her fire.
"Never, mi amor… This is apart of you," Zevran replied, taking her hand in his and lacing his fingers with her own. "I am merely blessed that you would share it with me."
Zevran then kissed her deep and long, one of his hands running up her spine while the other cupped her cheek. Her own hands ran along his back and chest, fingers twirling and flowing across his skin in a seductive dance of caresses. Growling deep in his throat, Zevran twisted his body, taking them both back down to the bedrolls below with him bracing his weight above her. Leaving her lips, Zevran kissed his way to her jaw, then over to the small spot below her ear where her neck met her jaw.
"Mmm," Riel moaned, holding him tighter to her.
"You will never know how much you mean to me…" he purred, cupping her breast in his hand.
Zevran kissed his way lower, nipping gently at her collarbone and shoulder as he moved down her body. The flames from earlier now only a slight shimmer over her skin, yet still he could feel their warmth on his lips as he kissed her flesh. Could still feel the way they licked and spread over his own skin as he touched and caressed her.
Reaching her breast, Zevran let his tongue take a long taste of her nipple. Under him, Riel gasped and arched her back into him, bringing a pleased smile to lips. He loved the way she felt under him, especially when he gave her pleasure. Taking her breast in his mouth, he gently suckled her, running his tongue over nipple in gloriously slow circles. Riel's hands moved to his hair, weaving her fingers in the strands as she cradled his head against her.
Riel's hips writhed and twisted under his as Zevran tormented her with his mouth. Leaving her breast only long enough to take the other in his mouth, Riel moaned out loud as he held on to him. One of Zevran's hands finding her well loved breast while the other lightly skidded down her body to the aching place between her hips. His fingers moved over the soft curls of hair at her juncture, seeking out the warmth of her wet core.
"I love to pleasure you, mi amor… To hear your moan as you writhe under my touch… You are intoxicating. Your sweet releases are a drug that enthralls me and keeps me needing to give you more."
"Zevran…" Riel moaned deeply, feeling his fingers move gently over her heated core.
Zevran moved up her body, bringing his eyes even to her own. "Will you give me your release? Feed my addiction for you?" he purred as he watched her. Slowly Zevran dipped two of his fingers inside of her. With a groan he reveled in the slick heat he found there. So wet already. So tight as her insides closed around his fingers. And the deep moan that escaped past her lips at his intrusion was enough to send Zevran flying on his own climax.
Riel writhed and turned her hips as she ground herself against him. He always knew exactly how to work her, his hands and fingers drawing out such exquisite pleasure from deep inside her body. Each time leaving her quivering from the intense climaxes that he brought from from within her body. And this time was no different. The curling pleasure unwrapping from deep inside and reaching out as it took over her senses with micro explosions of intensity before a grand release of pleasure overtook her.
Zevran watched as he came for him. The way her body tensed and her back arched; her face flushing as she called out his name in a desperate call of pleasure. He was the only one who did this to her. The only one who was allowed to see this secret carnal side of her. And as much as he knew not to, Zevran still felt himself put a claim on this, marking it as his. This primal pleasure that she experienced, it was his. His to give to her. His to revel in as he watched her climax. The look of sublime pleasure on her face was his alone to witness and take pride in, knowing that he had given it to her.
He would never own her. Yet he had claimed her. Gods above damn him for his selfishness, but this was his. Zevran knew then that he would never be able to let another see her as she is now.
"You are glorious," he whispered huskily to her as she began to relax from the release. Zevran lowered his head down to her neck and nuzzled the skin there, inhaling her sweet scent as his fingers continued to gently massage her insides. "I wonder how many I can give to you, before you beg me to stop?" he chuckled in her ear before gently nibbling on the soft flesh of her earlobe.
"Zevran…" Riel mewled pleadingly. Her mind was a slush of emotions, unable to form even the most basic of coherent sentences.
"I told you, mi bella… I am addicted to you. To your pleasure. To your releases. To the feel of you as you spill yourself for me. My own pleasure is nothing compared to the way your pleasure fills me. You satisfy me with every moan. Every quiver of your body under mine. Every writhing move you make as I wring every last drop of pleasure from you."
Riel tilted her head back as another swell of pleasure built inside of her. One hand fisting the fabric beneath her as the other clawed at Zevran's shoulder. Expertly his fingers worked in her, his thumb moving in tandem against the sensitive nub of flesh just above her slit. Zevran licked at the nape of her neck, running his tongue in slow circles along her flesh tasting both her flesh and the flames that still shimmered over her body.
"That's it… You are so close… I can feel it, mi bella. I can feel it build inside of you. I can taste it on your skin as my tongue rolls over you. Come for me, Riel. My sweet, beautiful Riel."
"Zevran, yes!" Riel screamed out as pleasure spiked through her. She felt her whole body convulse, bursting apart at his touch on her body and his sweet words in her ear. The flames that lived as part of her flared brightly, coming alive in a surge of power as her body came apart for him.
"Exquisite…" Zevran hummed against her skin, a prideful smile on his lips even as she bucked her hips against him.
A moment later she was coming back to her body, the need he invoked inside of her aching for more. "Please, emma lath…" she begged him, her voice deep with need. The hand that had been fisting the fabric of the bedroll beneath her, reached across and grabbed hold of the front of Zevran's trousers.
"Tell me. Tell me what you need, my love. Tell me that you need me as I need you."
"Make love to me, ma vhenan. Please…. ma isala'ne... I need you…"
"Ma nuvenin, emma lath…" Zevran whispered to her, placing a soft kiss to her shoulder. He then pulled away from her only long enough to shed the rest of his clothing. Through hooded eyes Riel watched him as he undressed, loving the way he moved as he removed his trousers and boots.
When he was as naked as she was, Zevran slid his body up next to hers, placing her back against his chest. With gentle kisses along her shoulder and neck, his hand lifted her leg and draped it over his own from behind. His other arm wrapping around her chest, clasping hold of her breast as he held her to him. Immediately, the straining length between his legs sought her out. The hard shaft aching to find its home inside of her warmth depth, it pushed against her rear end.
"Do you accept me, ma vhenan?" he hoarsely begged her. As much as he needed her, craved her…. every muscle in his and every instinct he held outright demanding that he take her… Zevran would always wait for her acceptance.
"Always…. I am yours…" she breathed, her hand coming to rest over his hand that clasped her breast.
"As I am yours…" Zevran answered he entered her. Good gods above…. he thought to himself as she took him inside of her.
The flames that rested lightly over body spread over her and onto Zevran, taking them both completely over as he moved slowly inside of her. And as before, the flames were a sweet burn, not hurting but bringing forth every ounce of love that he held for the woman in his arms. Breathing heavily, he draped kisses along Riel's back and shoulder, her arm reaching back and holding his head to her skin as they moved together.
"Creators… Zevran…" Riel whispered, her eyes squeezed shut as she rolled her hips against his.
Only once before had he entered her with him behind her. Lost in the Deep Roads, plagued by inner voices and a deep exhaustion, he had sought to ease her. To use his body to break the hold the evil had on her, even if only temporarily. It had been intense and mind blowing. Leaving her completely spent and at peace. Yet it was nothing compared to this now.
Perhaps it was because she wasn't clouded by the whispers of evil in her mind. Or that there was nothing behind his actions this time but his love for her. Whatever it was, the deep feeling of pleasure that rolled through them both was like nothing else. In that one moment in time, she was free of the evils that haunted her. He was free of worries that plagued him over her safety, and the promises he made to save her.
Together, right then, joined together in love and flesh…
"You are mine…" Zevran growled out. Taking the her hand in his, he moved their combined hands down over her flesh to the place where they were now joined. "Gods curse me, but I can't give you up. You feel this, mi amor? Feel the way I take you? Forgive me, but I cannot ever let another have you. I swore I would never lay a claim on you… And yet…"
Riel turned her head so she could look up at Zevran, her eyes finding his even as they moved against each other. "I am yours, emma lath. Completely…" she breathed heavily.
Zevran lost control then. His fingers finding the nub above where they were joined, he rubbed and caressed her as he pounded himself inside of her. The sweet moans coming from her lips forcing him on harder as he sought both of their releases. Neither of which were slow in coming as she met each of his strokes with equal passion. And then they were there, flying over the edge of each of their climaxes. Her calling out his name, him with a deep growl of satisfaction as he filled his seed deep inside of her.
Breathing heavily, the young lovers slowly drifted back down to their bodies. Zevran nuzzled her neck, placing soft kisses against her skin as Riel gently caressed the arm that was wrapped around her.
"Forgive me, mi bella…" he whispered against her neck.
Riel smiled broadly, loving the way he felt against her. "There is nothing to forgive. You promised me to never take what wasn't offered. And I have already given myself to you. I told you, I am yours. No one else's. You are the only one who will ever have me like this. The only I want to ever have me like this."
"Does that mean you still wish to be my wife?"
Riel couldn't help but giggle. "Of course it does. I have never stopped wanting that."
Zevran placed several kisses against her shoulder, smiling to himself. "Por favor nunca me sale, mi único amor. Please never leave me, my only love."
Riel rolled herself over, nuzzling deeply against him. "Never, Zevran," she purred, loving the way he wrapped his arms tightly around her. "And you did keep your earlier promise."
"Oh? Which one?"
"To fully ravish me," she laughed softly.
"Oh no, mi bella. This was only the beginning. To fully ravish you as you deserve, many more hours of pleasure are yet to come," Zevran replied, chuckling.
Riel looked up at Zevran, mischief sparkling in her eyes. "Well then, what we are we waiting for?"
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