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Treason	By : Dagian Category: +G through L > Lineage 2 Views: 832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Nathavin listened to her protests as he led her down the stairway. They gained in momentum and volume as the minutes ticked by. Feeling a rather sharp tug, he turned to face her as he listened to her newest bout of protests. “Caellia,” he began, allowing a trace of frustration to color his voice, “we are leaving this castle, tonight. Alone.” He paused for a heartbeat. “I have absolutely no intention of remaining inside these walls on our first night of marriage.” Staring directly into her eyes, he continued. “You are ready, despite what you may think.”

            “Nathavin, please…I…I need some time. This is so sudden…” She trailed off abruptly at his swift response.

            “Sudden?!” He stepped forward toward her tensely at her audacity. “Need more time?!” Forcefully he choked back the snarl that threatened to escape him. She’d known about the wedding! He’d never kept that a secret from her! They had even discussed it in the forest of death! How much longer did she expect him to wait?! He understood she was nervous, frightened even, but there was only so much he could do! So much he could take!

“Caellia, time has run out.” Closing the distance between them, he caught her chin and pulled her eyes up to meet his as his voice softened again. “Caellia, I am not going to hurt you. Your fear of what lies ahead of us tonight is unfounded. You have no grounds on which to base this fear of yours.”

“But Nathavin! This is forbidden…” Her jaws snapped shut at his furious gaze.

“Who forbade it Caellia?! Who?!” He stared her down. “Was it Asterios who forbade it?! Did he teach you that what happens between males and females was forbidden?!”

Her eyes closed briefly before opening again, refusing to answer him because he was right. “Please Nathavin. One night, one night’s peace is all I ask.”

He stared at her through narrowed eyes, “No.”

His simple answer scared her more than anything else could have. She didn’t have time to formulate an answer before he spoke again.

“I have no intentions of hurting you Caellia, but neither will I be denied.” Still holding her chin in one hand, he let his thumb trace the edge of her lower lip as it captured his attention. His voice once again lowered to the soft even tones he’d used earlier to coax her into eating. “I will give you two hours alone once we reach our destination. But after that…” He let the sentence hang between them as his thumb continued to lightly trace her lower lip.

Caellia merely nodded her head in acceptance of her fate as she tried to place the strange warmth that was beginning to blossom low in her belly. Focusing on him, she found that his eyes were focused on her lips and the feeling in her belly intensified. Unconsciously, she licked her lower lip, the tip of her tongue darting out before she could stop it.

With a low heated growl, Nathavin replaced his thumb with his mouth. Pushing her against the nearest wall, he cradled her face in his hands, tilting her head back as he continued to kiss her. He traced her lower lip with the tip of his tongue before drawing the appendage into his mouth and lightly nipping it. As she gasped in surprise at the small love nip, he thrust his tongue inside and explored her sweet recesses.

He was rewarded with a small mewl in the back of her throat and redoubled his efforts. Pulling back, he again nipped her lower lip before delving back to taste her again. He growled into the kiss when he felt her hands tentatively gripping his shoulders. A moment later he reluctantly dragged his mouth away from hers. Leaning forward, he placed his forehead against hers as he said raggedly. “Two hours Caellia. That’s all I’ll give you.”

As he desperately tried to calm his raging desire he wondered if he’d be able to keep that promise.

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Caellia stared in amazement at the sight before her eyes. Never had she imagined such a beautiful lodge. Momentarily forgetting her fear of what was to come, she allowed herself to simply admire the place, taking in all the lodge had to offer. And they had not even made it inside yet.

Stepping past the wooden fence and underneath the crystal formations on either side that had been fashioned to look like jets of spraying water, she made her way to the large covered veranda. Her formal heels clicked against the wood and her gown swayed softly as she climbed the wooden stairs. Pausing, she looked in awe at the giant wooden columns that supported the roof.

Swinging her gaze to her left, she could see a large wooden fountain set inside a second fence. The fountain had a thick column of water shooting upwards. As the water tumbled back to earth, it cascaded down through wooden chutes into one of four steaming springs that surrounded the fountain. Looking closer at the chutes, she could see that each one had a much smaller, secondary chute that looked as if it had been sawed off and the water simply fell from it in small waterfalls.

Nathavin watched her silently as he returned from putting the strider away in a separate pen. He could tell that she was impressed with the Chateau and that pleased him. Coming up behind her, he worked to keep his body in check. Two hours, he reminded himself with a grimace and muffled curse.

Stepping away from the doors, Caellia tried not look as if she were avoiding him. If his disapproving glare was anything to go by she had failed miserably.

Nathavin opened one of the two doors and stepped back, while motioning for her to step inside ahead of him.

Caellia took two steps inside and froze. Even though the inside was dark, there was enough moonlight filtering in from the opened door for her to see that there was only one room and one bed. Panicking and pulse pounding, she started to back slowly out of the room only to back straight into Nathavin.

Having expected her reaction, he put one hand on her shoulder and held her still while simultaneously closing the door behind them with the other.

Caellia heard the sound of the door shutting behind her and closed her eyes tightly, one word ringing through her mind; trapped. Neither one of them moved for long seconds. Each was busy trying to control their reactions, her trying to fight down her panic and him trying to control his desires.

His eyesight already accustomed to the dark, he pushed her toward a small vanity set further into the room. “Stay here.” He murmured quietly, though his tone held a trace of a command. Leaving her side for a moment, he quickly grabbed a candle and lit it, bringing it back and setting on the vanity.

As the low light filtered across the room, Caellia could make the room out in clearer detail. To the left of the door sat an ornate desk with an equally ornate high backed chair. Along the outside wall, also on her left, was a set of double doors that presumably led outside to the fountain she’d seen earlier. Beside that, closer to the back wall, sat a large chest of drawers.

Her eyes danced around the room, avoiding looking directly at the bed. Set a few paces to the right of the bed, a large movable fire grate was set beside the wall, obviously for cooler weather. Along the right wall was another set of doors and she idly wondered where they led as she continued to examine the room. A beautiful large armoire caught her attention for a few seconds as she admired it’s darkly stained wood with hand carved patterns before his voice startled her.

“The doors to your left leads into the springs with the fountain. The doors to your right lead to a single spring that is a bit more secluded if you’d prefer it.” He nodded to the armoire, “You will find suitable attire for bathing in there, along with a change of clothes.”

Caellia nodded nervously.

“One more thing,” He fixed her with a pointed stare. “Do you require assistance to get out of the dress?”

Heat flooded her face as she realized that yes; she would need his help to get out of the cursed dress. She had not given thought to it before, but the buttons were located on the inside seam under her right arm. She had to lift her arm to even see them. And because of their location, she could only have used her left hand to unfasten them. But, due to their small size and how they fastened, there was simply no way they could be undone using only one hand.

Seeing the answer in her eyes, Nathavin approached her. Pulling her back into his chest, he traced her sides with his hands, feeling the row of tiny buttons. With a low voice he murmured against her ear. “Do not move.” Slowly, one by one, he unfastened the buttons, his gaze never leaving her side as more and more of her flesh was slowly revealed to his increasingly heated gaze. As the last button came undone, he gently slipped his hand inside and lightly stroked the sensitive flesh at her hip. Placing a light kiss on her neck, he reminded her, his voice rumbling with barely restrained passion. “Two hours.” He felt her responding shiver before quickly removing himself from the room and going outside.

Caellia stood rooted to the spot, her breaths coming in short pants. Her flesh fairly burned where he’d touched it and the warm feeling was once more coiling itself low in her belly. He’d barely touched her!

Standing where he’d left her, she wondered what she could possibly do in two hours to help her relax. Slowly she walked over to the armoire and pulled it open. True to his word, there were several towels and an assortment of clothes. She slid one of the drawers open to reveal several bottles of cleansers and other bathing items. Picking one up, she curiously opened it and took a sniff. The fragrance was warm and soothing and she immediately decided to spend some of her allotted time relaxing in the warm water.

Turning around to return to the vanity, the large bed, which she had so far been successful in ignoring, caught her attention and would not release it. Large and massive with four sturdy posts, it dominated the room. The swirling designs had been hand carved and were clearly dark elvish in nature.

Expertly stained a rich dark color, the heavy wood had been polished until it shined. Rich, brilliant crimson bed linens with looping silver designs created the perfect contrast to the dark polished wood. In the center of the comforter, embroidered in silky silver on a deep midnight blue velvet backing, lay the crest of Goddard. The pillows, also crimson, had the same silvery silk embroidery; however these contained the crest of the dark elven race.

She shuddered involuntarily. Clearly this was his private get away, a place where nothing and no one could disturb him. Turning away, she quickly removed the gown and its accessories. Gathering up the rest of the bathing supplies she’d need, she quickly hurried through the doors to the more private springs he’d informed her of.

Once through the doors, her breath caught at the sheer beauty before her. The doors opened up to a private covered veranda with a small seating area complete with chairs for lounging. A small round wooden table sat between the chairs, seemingly ready to serve whatever function was required at any time, whether it was breakfast, dinner, or anything in between. She walked down the steps that led to a deck situated just above the water’s surface and looked out across the small pool as she set her supplies down near the water’s edge.

Two pillars of crystal formations were set in the water, one on either side of the pool and slightly offset from each other. They emanated a soft pulsing glow, bathing the whole pool in a very soft, almost ethereal light. Beyond them, she could see the curved wall of the pool, forming a semi circle. On the far side of the pool, there were several large boulders. And the ground seemed to be covered in very soft grass or moss, before it rose steeply and became the sharp rocky incline of the mountain that protected the backside of the Chateau.

Her eyes drawn upward by the mountain, she noticed the large limbs of two very old and mysterious looking trees and the starlit sky above. Each tree was covered in green moss and the trees themselves seemed to emit a strange, fragile light. The light layer of steam rising from the warm water completed the setting, creating a special little alcove perfect for soothing a troubled mind. Caellia had never felt more peaceful.

Slowly, she walked down the ramp that led into the water. Coming to the center of the spring, she slowly turned around and faced the doors. Spying a waterfall she had not seen until just then, she marveled at the fact that she had been so caught up in the beauty surrounding her she had not even noticed it.

Caellia quickly washed so she could spend as much time as possible relaxing in the warm water. She didn’t know how much longer she had and she was certain she had already spent a good portion of her time simply taking in her surroundings. Once finished washing, she leaned back in the water and decided to float on her back before it was time to get out.

Soon she began to feel quite drowsy and content as the warm water soothed her more than she would have thought possible. Try as she might, she couldn’t seem to convince herself to get up. Every time she moved, the soft scent of the soap she’d used earlier would spike, causing her to slip back into the water contentedly. The warmth of the water caused the scent to be much stronger, enhancing its naturally mild sedative qualities.

Nathavin paced tensely on the other side of the Chateau, furiously cursing the dead Asterios for once again coming between him and Caellia. Whatever he had taught her about male and female relations after marriage was deeply ingrained in Caellia. Forbidden, he scoffed to himself in derision. Ha! The only thing forbidden about it was the fact that it would have opened a door for Caellia, a door from which she would have begun to see just how much the older elf had deceived her. So what had Asterios done? He had slammed that door shut, proclaiming the acts forbidden and never to be discussed, much less acted on. He’d played on her innocence and turned what should have been a much anticipated time in her life into a dreaded nightmare.

Nathavin looked to the stars without really seeing them. He wanted to be gentle with her, wanted to explain to her that what she had been taught was wrong. But he feared that the lessons she’d been taught were too deeply ingrained. She was now so fearful she wouldn’t listen to calm reasoning. And to be truthful to himself, he was tired of trying to reason with her. It got him nowhere. The only option left to him was gentle force. Force without anger. If he couldn’t reason with her, then he’d show her. Show her that she wanted this as much as he did. He knew he could force her hand without hurting her in the process. Eyes refocusing, he realized that two hours had come and gone. Finally, it was time to claim his bride.

His blood ignited as he remembered where she’d gone. He knew she was in the private spring and his heart rate quickened at the thought. His blood boiled as he thought of her bathing in the spring. With that thought, and the resulting image his lust filled mind conjured up prominently in his mind he turned and walked inside. Quickly he opened the armoire and took out his own bathing supplies. Divesting himself of his formal wear, he slipped on a soft dark colored robe and strode to the doors that led to the spring where she was bathing. Opening a single door and stepping through, he murmured softly to himself. “Your time has just run out Caellia.”

Caellia continued to doze in the pool on her back, oblivious to the fact that she was no longer alone.

Nathavin stared at the sight before him. She was lying on her back in the water. Nothing was hidden from his view. His eyes burned a fiery path from her relaxed face, over the swell of her breasts, down the flat expanse of her pale belly and finally to the soft pale curls that covered her most secret treasures. He felt his body stiffen in reaction and he immediately shrugged out of the robe.

Slowly he strode down the ramp, trying not to disrupt the water too much. Though she appeared to be dozing, any disruption to the water could wake her instantly. He did not want her to be aware of his presence just yet. Coming closer, he could see that even though the water was warm, the night air was still rather chilly and had caused the rosy pink tips of her breasts to pucker and strain upwards. A low groan worked its way out of his throat as Caellia frowned and lazily brought one arm up and scooped a handful of water over her chest, the warm water immediately ruining the effect the cool air had wrought on her flesh.

Slowly, Caellia began to sense that something was amiss, a nagging feeling that something was wrong. She tried to push it aside. But it persisted and would not go away. She came awake suddenly as the feeling coalesced into a single question. How much time had she spent in here?! Her eyes flew open and her back straightened up as her feet hit the bottom of the pool and stood up. Head snapping to her right, she stared in shock at Nathavin’s voice.

Nathavin didn’t move as she bolted upright in the water, merely watching her through lust filled eyes. In a voice thickly accented with need and a hint of warning, he stated. “Time’s up.”

Caellia shivered despite the waters warm temperature. Instinctively, she brought her hands up in an effort to shield herself.

“Do not hide yourself from me Caellia.” He warned. “I want to see you. All of you.”

Caellia shook her head and started to creep back. “Nathavin…”

“I promised you two hours Caellia. I gave you that.” He reminded her, taking a step forward for every step back she took. “Your time has run out. There will be no more allowances. You are my wife and I want to look at you.” He finished in an insistent voice as his hands shot out and snatched hers, pulling them away. “You will not hide yourself from me.”

She stood silently, bereft of the protection her hands had once afforded her. “Na…”

“Be silent.” He commanded sharply, but without anger. Hands still gripping hers, he pulled her to him.

Caellia gasped as she felt herself drawn to him. Her eyes swiftly fell to the far edge of the pool in embarrassment as she felt her body touching his intimately.

Nathavin quickly pulled her arms loosely behind her back and captured them lightly in one hand, groaning as the action caused her breasts to come flush against his chest. With his free hand, he pulled her chin up to look at him. Her frightened eyes killed his resolve to use force of any kind, even gentle force. He didn’t want her to look on him with such fearful eyes as he claimed her for the first time. He wanted her to look at him with love as he took her.

“Do not fear this. Do not fear me!” Resting his forehead against hers lightly, he begged her. “Please Caellia, don’t fear me. Trust me. Let me show you how this should be. Whatever you’ve been told, whatever Asterios taught you, is wrong! Please trust me.” His voice shook as he struggled to speak through the depth of his emotions, his voice unnaturally harsh and rough with the effort it took. He wanted so much to show her how much he loved her. He wanted this night to be perfect for her. He would have done anything for her in that moment. “Please…please Caellia…let me love you.”

Caellia broke, nodding in agreement, unable to speak around the lump that had formed in her throat. Her hands released, she moved them up to shyly hug him, comforting and reassuring him. When she felt his arms come around her and hug her back, she leaned forward and buried her face in the crook of his neck, trying to quiet the sobs that wracked her small frame. Guilt at the fact that she had actually caused him to beg for something, ate at her heart.

She knew how prideful he was and knew that it must’ve cut him deeply to be reduced to begging. And the knowledge that she of all people had been the one to bring him down to that level tore at her. She didn’t want that. She didn’t want to see him beg! It wasn’t right! He was much too strong for that! She never, ever, wanted to see him do that again! Not for her and certainly not because of her! Caellia vowed to never again, not ever, make him beg like that. She loved him too much to put him through that again. From now on, she wanted him to always be the proud and sometimes arrogant dark elf she knew him to be. The strong dark elven Lord she’d unwittingly fallen in love with.

            “Nathavin…please,” she whispered softly against his neck, pausing before finishing on a ghost of a whisper “…love me.”

            His heart slammed in his chest as he pulled her small frame tighter against his body, crushing her to him. “Always!” He growled fiercely against her ear. “Always!” He didn’t move for a long time, just simply held her tightly to him, almost afraid to let go or move. Afraid that if he did, he would discover that he had been merely dreaming and that she had not asked him to love her, that nothing about this was real.

            It was the light nuzzling of her forehead inside the slight dip of his collarbone that broke him from his trancelike state. Slowly, hesitantly, he leaned down and placed a light kiss on her forehead. When her head tilted up, he placed another kiss, this time on her temple next to her hairline. He continued to trail small light kisses down her face, before finally the trail ended with her lips.

            Caellia stood still nervously, letting the new sensations sweep over her as she placed her complete trust in him. When he began to kiss her lips, she waited until he began to trace her lower lip like he had before. Once he did, she hesitantly opened her mouth for him.

            Feeling her mouth open Nathavin felt a surge of hope course through him. Encouraged, he lightly teased her tongue with his, coaxing her to respond. Another thrill shot through him as he felt her tentative response. Not breaking the kiss, he allowed his hands to begin to roam up and down her sides as he continued to encourage her with the kiss.

            Caught up in the kiss, Caellia did not notice her arms loop behind Nathavin’s neck of their own accord. The feeling in her belly, the tight warm coil, had intensified. And everywhere her body touched Nathavin seemed to be on fire. Unconsciously she pressed her breasts into his chest.

            Barely lifting his mouth from her lips in a guttural groan, he brought one hand up her side to gently caress one soft globe. He gently massaged it, testing its weight. Pulling his head back to view her reaction, he grazed the tip with his thumb, allowing it to drag slowly across.

            Her eyes snapped open as she sucked in a startled breath. Instinctively she arched her back, pushing against his hand. The increased pressure pulled another startled gasp from her.

            Nathavin swept his hand from one side to the other, before giving the opposite breast the same treatment. Not content, he took one in each hand, teasing the flesh until the tips had stiffened into tight peaks. His eyes found Caellia’s, noting with delight that her eyes had shifted color. Her normally ice blue eyes had turned a slightly darker shade and he stopped his actions briefly as he idly wondered how dark they’d get at the height of passion.

            Caellia was in a fog of sensation. Rational thought was a thing of the past, the only thing that held meaning to her was touch. Body on fire, she mewled in protest at his lack of attention. She didn’t understand what was happening to her; all she knew was that when he stopped she didn’t like it.

            A low chuckle filled with masculine pride rumbled from his chest. So she didn’t want him to stop. Good, because he didn’t intend to. He played with her breasts a bit longer before resuming their kiss, slowly sliding one hand down her stomach and underneath the water. He felt her stiffen against him in unvoiced protest. A low warning resonated through his chest as he pushed her jaw open wider and plundered her mouth in determination. Feeling her relax again in either submission or passion, he slowly grazed his fingers through the soft hair, feeling the outline of her most valued treasure.

            Caellia twitched nervously. No one had ever touched her like this, not ever. As he continued his ministrations however, her nervousness was rapidly replaced with something else. Something she couldn’t name.

            Deliberately, he let one finger slide between her outer barriers and touched the hidden jewel.

            Her breathing stopped and time stood still as she felt that one finger make contact.

            Nathavin did not move, drawing out the moment. He could feel her trembling all over. Pulling back, he stared into her eyes. Then he began to stroke her jewel. Her reaction did not disappoint him.

            Gasping loudly, her mouth fell open as her eyes widened. Her hands clutched his shoulders for support as he continued his sweet torture. The coiling feeling in her belly grew exponentially, burning white hot in its intensity. But as soon as he’d started, he stopped.

            Nathavin knew she was close and immediately pulled them from the water. Flinging the doors to the Chateau open, he laid her on the bed, uncaring of the water that still dripped from their bodies. Throwing one leg between hers, he leaned his head down and captured one perfectly pink bud in his mouth and began to suckle it as one of his hands began to massage the other. Back and forth, from one to the other, he continued until she lay writhing beneath him.

Again he slipped a hand to the treasures below. Slowly he began to stroke her, working a slow even rhythm. Her head began to toss from side to side and he felt her hips begin to buck upward. Moving so that he lay directly between her legs, he called out to her. “Look at me Caellia.” His voice shook and was extremely hoarse, his body demanding the pleasure he’d been denying it. “Please look at me.” Still he held back, willing his body to obey him.

Caellia slowly opened her eyes and stared at him above her. The realization hit her that he was waiting on her. Waiting for her to tell him it was alright to continue. In that moment, she loved him more than ever. Staring in his eyes and in a shy, husky voice of her own, she gave him his answer. “Please love me Nathavin.”

Leaning forward, he kissed her fiercely as he claimed her. His heart filled with pride and love as she maintained eye contact with him. He poured his heart and soul into the kiss, trying to convey through it everything he felt for her.

Their eyes locked onto each other, he saw her beautiful eyes turn a dark sapphire blue as she suddenly stiffened beneath him wordlessly as her muscles contracted around him. Her completion sent him over the edge and he flung his head back as his own release shuddered through him. Falling to the side, he rolled her over to face him, cocooning her in his arms.

“Thank you,” Caellia said softly, already beginning to fall asleep, her head burrowing into his chest, “for…understanding…for not…forcing…”

Nathavin hugged her tighter, placing a kiss on the top of her head before falling into a deep sleep himself. “You’re welcome, my love.”
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