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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
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Book I: Link

Chapter 6- As the Dawn Rises

A Ni No Kuni: Wrath of the White Witch Fanfiction

Amara was chuckling even as she healed Tarin's wounds, her wet hair pulled back so that she could see. The dwarf had held true to his threat and the two men had gotten into a proper scrap once his bonds had been removed. While they had been going at it, Amara had taken the opportunity to bathe. By the sun it had been much too long since she had the luxury of a nice hot bath. The dwarf was muttering to himself as he left the room and Amara turned to where Gascon was laying on the bed. He had been knocked out for lack of a better term and Amara cracked her knuckles a bit before she began working on the injuries her betrothed had sustained.
Tarin had certainly done a number on Gascon, that much was for certain.
Gascon's eyes opened slowly as he felt the warmth of Amara's magic filling him and he chanced a smile up at her. " Who won?" He inquired, though the pain in his ribs and head made him groan the moment Gascon opened his mouth. Oh yeah, now he remembered the fight he and Tarin had gotten into. That dwarf had honestly kicked his ass from what it felt like was from Hamelin to the Underhalls. Damn, Tarin had a very, very mean right hook. His legs were killing him most of all, as that was how Tarin had evened the odds with their height.
" Fairly obvious en't? Tarin had you beat from the moment you two got into it." Amara replied laughing. She slid her hand along Gascon's jaw where Tarin had landed the final blow, the light at her fingertips sinking into his sandy colored skin. He was lucky the dwarf hadn't broken his jaw.
Gascon smiled and he grabbed Amara's hand before she could pull it away. His lips pressed a sensual kiss into her palm and he smiled a little as Amara's breath hitched audibly. " It was worth it. Besides, any moment that puts me close to you is one I treasure." Gascon whispered against her palm, the look in his eyes affectionate. As far as he was concerned, now that Amara knew he was interested it was on. Gascon was going to make her love him or die trying. Well...Maybe not so much the dying part.
Amara smiled softly and she blushed a bit as Gascon pulled her closer. The heat of his palm was near maddening against her neck and Gascon felt her breath fan gently against his skin, warm, soft, and sweet. Amara's hands grasped his free one and Gascon purred happily as his head tilted enough to the side to claim her lips. By the heavens, he wanted to show her just how much he loved her. His lips were just connecting with hers when Tarin opened the door to ask Amara something when she leaned in to close the distance and deepen their kiss.
" About damn time!" He boomed, laughing as the two jumped apart. " I told Palisanther as such! I knew it!"
Amara turned a brilliant shade of red and Gascon smirked at the dwarf. He leaned in to capture her lips briefly and got off the bed in a smooth movement. Gascon's eyes were glittering now, and he looked at the dwarf consideringly. The porcine prince was more than up for a rematch between them.
" That was a cheap shot you hit me with." Gascon remarked, his eyes narrowing a little as they met Tarin's jade green ones. Oh yes, a rematch definitely sounded good in his book.
" I warned you fairly, young prince. That was nothing short of a blow to my pride." Tarin huffed, crossing his arms. Amara was staring at Gascon's back and Tarin smirked as he shook his head. What they needed at the moment was privacy to establish their new relationship. " I know that I'm only intruding at the moment, so I'll be taking my leave." The dwarf chuckled as he closed the door and he heard a sharp gasp from Amara not even a moment later. He could only imagine what Gascon had done to earn that reaction.
Amara's hands were fisting the material of Gascon's shirt as he held her tightly against him, his lips moving in tangent with hers as he kissed her deeply. She felt so right in his arms, beyond right in fact. One of his hands was nestled in her long, silky tresses and Gascon's fingers savored the feel of them sliding between them. The other arm was wrapped tightly around her torso, mashing her snuggly against him, and Gascon groaned slightly at the feel of her body so close to his. By the sun, moon, and stars, she felt so heavenly pressed to him like this. Amara's hands slowly nestled in Gascon's hair as she relaxed against him, losing herself in the emotions that were washing over her and she gasped against his lips as Gascon deepened the kiss without any warning. He had wanted to taste her, to savor her, and draw part of her into himself. Amara wanted the same thing. By the sun, she didn't want to stop this, not even for a second. Their tongues were dueling passionately now and Gascon groaned a bit as he put some distance between them. It wouldn't do to get worked up as he was and not have any relief. Amara wasn't having any of it as she closed the distance between them again, and she gasped prettily against his lips when she felt his readiness press into her belly.
" I was attempting to be a gentleman just now you realize." Gascon said, a slight tinge coloring his olive cheeks. That hadn't worked out as planned.
Amara had the grace to blush herself, though she didn't move. She didn't say a word as she pulled Gascon back down to her, her lips sliding over his with a renewed urgency and she couldn't help but smirk as he groaned his pleasure into her mouth. His hands; which had slid down her body to rest on her hips this entire time, pulled Amara as tightly as he could against him and Gascon hissed as she rolled her hips invitingly.
" Maybe, just this once...I don't want you to be..." she whispered heatedly, though the tone of her voice sent a thrill right through Gascon and he growled a little as he pulled her flush to him once more. His mouth claimed hers eagerly, forcing an impassioned gasp from the woman in his arms as the first knots of desire knotted in her belly and began worming their way through her system. Amara felt her knees hit the side of the bed; not that she realized that she had been moving towards it, and she pulled Gascon down with her as she settled against the mattress. Gascon’s weight was welcome as his hands supported himself above her, and he groaned a bit as Amara’s nails raked against his scalp gently. By the ancients, he was not going to be held liable for what happened if Amara did that again.
“ I would recommend not repeating that again Amara. Not unless...” Gascon began, grinding against Amara in an effort to keep from saying it aloud. He was rewarded with a low groan from his intended and Gascon kissed Amara again in an effort to keep her quiet.
All he had done was put fuel on an already raging fire.
Amara began pulling at Gascon’s shirt as their tongues battled for dominance. This fire she felt consuming her was too much to bear, too heady in its effects on her body and mind. Amara knew that Gascon was the only one who could temper that heat too, as he was the only one who moved her in this way. He was the only man she would ever know in this sense with their marriage looming over them. She had long since reconciled with herself about the insane attraction she had to the man above her. It certainly wasn’t a bad thing, she surmised as her hands slid under his shirt to touch him, and Amara marveled at how hard his chest was against her palm, like unyielding stone or marble. It would be worse if she didn’t feel anything at all for him, Amara knew that for a fact. Sure, over time maybe she would have grown attached to him in some sense, but their wedding night would have been a nightmare if their fathers had married them without sending them on this journey. Amara didn’t want to think of what may have happened that night if it had happened that way. Those thoughts were suddenly driven from her mind as Amara felt Gascon’s hands ghost past the swell of her breast and she arched into his touch in an attempt to feel more of him. His touch alone had sent a shock through her that had settled in her belly, the flame that was her desire flaring hotter and hotter within her at the contact they were sharing.
Gascon broke away from Amara for a moment in order to shrug his shirt off and Amara followed him up with every intent on getting both of them out of their clothing. She traced the fastest rune she had ever cast, using a spell that she and Aden had perfected over the last several years whenever they wanted privacy. There was no way in hell Amara was going to let Tarin accidently interrupt this. Gascon began pulling Amara’s shirt away from her belt the moment his own had cleared his wrists, and their eyes met as they both panted a bit heavily. Gascon could feel Amara’s breath tickling his lips and he stopped what he was doing for a moment. He had never stopped himself with any other woman he had pursued ever since Gascon had learned about the pleasures of the flesh.
Amara wasn’t just any other woman. He had known her almost his entire life, had fought with her and beside her. They had gone from being adversaries to friends to this. Gascon wasn’t even sure what they had and he found that unsettled him. Deeply unsettled him if he were honest with himself in fact. Most importantly though, Gascon loved her deeply and he wanted her to love him in return.
“ Gascon?” Amara breathed out softly, her gaze growing worried now. He had been staring at her rather intently now for the last couple of minutes.
“ I need to know where we stand Amara.” Gascon sat back a bit and he sighed in the melancholy that had settled over him. “ I’m feeling a bit out of sorts actually. I’ve never stopped myself whenever I wanted something or someone. It’s different with you Amara. Not because I don’t want you, but because you...”
He fell silent as Amara placed a finger on his lips to stay his rambling. Gascon smiled at her as he took her hand in his and Amara pulled him back to her.
“ We’re betrothed Gascon. We’re going to be married as it stands. However, on this personal level between us, I want to hear what you want it to be.” Amara said softly. She was rather curious to as to what had him feeling this way.
Gascon closed the space between them and kissed Amara deeply, eliciting a surprised gasp from the woman he loved. “ What I want may not be what you want to hear, Amara.” he whispered against her lips. It was very possible that this could frighten her off or worse yet, she could reject him completely and leave him scorned.
“ Tell me this instant Gascon.” Amara said seriously. Her eyes leveled on him and her gaze softened as Gascon looked at her vulnerably. There was something about the look on his face that immediately disarmed her temper right then and there.
“ I want you to love me, Amara...” he whispered after a moment, his voice betraying how exposed he felt, how defenseless that admission honestly made him.
Amara felt tears spring to her eyes at this admission and she looked away a moment. She could all but feel his uncertainty as Gascon looked down at her, nothing short of susceptible to any word or reaction Amara had for him. He wants me to love him? Doesn’t he realize how dangerous that is for me right now? If he were to die then my….Amara’s eyes went wide in realization for a moment and her gaze softened after a moment. What she was thinking of had already nearly happened as it were. He had just bared his heart and soul to her and she was being selfish, thinking of herself at a time like this. This wasn’t about herself, or even just Gascon, it was about both of them, and the aspirations he held for them for their future together. Amara found that she wanted to make that a reality for both of them.
Gascon shook his head the longer Amara was quiet, fearing he may have put too much forward just when they were starting something new. His chest clenched a bit as he felt what he thought was her rejection, and Gascon’s eyes shut tight in an effort to keep the tears at bay. Yes, they may have settled their animosity, but it seemed as if his past sins against Amara still kept her at an arms length. Gascon felt his guilt wash over him next and he pulled away from Amara to sit on the side of the bed. He couldn’t do this, not under these circumstances at least. As much as he loved her, Gascon didn’t want Amara to just desire him in turn as he desired her. The love he felt for her was calling for an answering love. It seemed hopeless right now that would happen any time soon.
Amara’s hand gently turned Gascon back to her as she leaned over the bed toward him. She had seen the myriad of emotions wash over his face as plain as day and she needed to let him know where she stood. Amara was not averse to being courted by Gascon in the slightest, in fact, she was hoping he would. It would force her to step out of her comfort zone; which Amara knew she needed to do anyways, and she was curious as to what he would be like in such a position. She had never seen such a tender side to him before, and it was calling to her. “ I hope you’re up for the challenge then.” Amara replied sweetly. “ I won’t deny that I do feel something for you, Gascon. It’s not love, but it’s more than friendship and deeper in meaning than desire. I think both of us are caught in that state right now...”
Gascon felt her palm on his cheek and he weighed what she had just told him, his heart welling up with hope even as he thought about what he wanted to say himself. As much as he wanted to tell her, Gascon was afraid to let Amara know just how he felt about her so soon. It would bring up questions that didn’t need to be asked, though Gascon knew the first question would have been ‘ How long?’. Even he couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment that he had fallen in love with Amara, though he had been physically attracted to her for years. “ I guess you’re right Amara...” he whispered, nuzzling her palm affectionately. Amara’s hand slid from his cheek to the back of his neck and Gascon looked up at her. She had a smirk on her face and a bit of heat in her eyes.
“ I wasn’t done with you Gascon.” she purred, pulling him back onto the bed fully. Amara had no intentions on letting the privacy spell she had cast go to waste. She needed to see for herself just how far she was willing to go, if her heart was truly on the road she fathomed it might be. She didn’t want to think of that possibility at the same time, though. The connotations it held were frightening to the half elf princess.
Gascon’s eyes went wide even as he smiled a bit and he found himself pinned against the mattress. His eyes closed as Amara’s lips crashed against his and Gascon groaned a bit in appreciation as his arms wrapped around her. Now this was something he could get used to. He had never had a woman take charge behind closed doors, and Gascon found it refreshing that Amara was doing so. At least he knew she honestly wanted what she was currently doing to him.
Amara felt Gascon hiss against her lips as she rolled her hips against his again. “ I don’t care either way how far we go, Gascon, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let this go unexplored a little further.” Amara purred sexily against his ear. She caught his earlobe between her teeth and Amara nibbled gently on the piece of flesh, earning her a pained moan from the man below her and she felt Gascon’s hands settle on her hips. Maybe I need to just reignite that spark...she thought, smirking a bit as she nestled her hands into his hair.
Gascon groaned a bit as Amara settled against him, her weight comforting against him. That groan turned into a growl against her lips as Amara raked her nails on his scalp again. That little minx! She did it on purpose this time! So that’s how she wants to play, hm? Gascon thought, his tawny eyes glittering up at Amara as she gave him a saucy little smirk. It’s on...
Amara gasped in surprise as Gascon flipped them back over and she smiled against his lips even as he pinned her down. “ What are you up to?” she giggled. She licked her lips unconsciously as her eyes looked him over. He certainly made a delicious sight like that in the low candlelight and Amara saw him smirk devilishly. Her face fell a little with that smirk and her guard went up. What was he doing?
“ I did warn you about that Amara...” Gascon remarked. “ While I’m not going to do what I alluded to earlier, I do believe a bit of payback is in order.” His eyes were lit up and Amara tensed a bit. Without warning, Gascon’s fingers began dancing along Amara’s ribcage and her eyes went wide even as she busted out laughing.
How the hell had he found out?! Amara writhed as she tried to wiggle out from underneath him and her eyes screwed shut as her melodious laughter washed over Gascon. Her hands flew out in retaliation and over Gascon's abdomen and the prince flew forward a bit as Amara's fingers found his own ticklish spot. Both were laughing in earnest now and Gascon felt Amara pull him back down to her as her lips brushed against his again.
Kissing him was much more fun than Amara ever thought it would be.
Gascon rolled off to the side so as to not smother Amara and his arm wrapped over her torso in an effort to keep Amara close. This bonding was much more important, meant more to Gascon than anything else that they could be doing at that very moment.
Amara yawned slightly and she curled up tightly against Gascon as her eyes closed a bit. She was much more tired than she thought she was. Then again, she had used up a lot of her magic that night between healing Gascon back from the brink of death, to projecting the continuous image over the wisp, and then healing both him and Tarin once they had returned. No wonder she was so damn knackered now. And I didn’t even get to have any of the ale…Damn it all. she thought sleepily. His warmth was lulling her closer into Gascon's embrace and Amara nuzzled his neck a little as she sighed contentedly.
Gascon could feel his own eyes closing as Amara's breathing evened out against his chest and he placed a gentle kiss against her temple as his arms drew her closer into his embrace. He kicked the blanket over them just as Gascon felt sleep claim him and he went willingly into the land of nod to join her.

Tarin was growing curiouser and curiouser as his eyes settled on the door. He hadn't heard anything in a long while and Tarin finally stood up. His hand unlatched the door gently and poked his head in silently. He smiled at the sight that met his eyes and the dwarf made his exit as quietly as he had made his entrance. Gascon was spooned around Amara and his arms were holding her as tightly to him as humanly possible. Tarin walked out into the night for a few moments, completely set on hunting down some sort of hog. He wanted bacon in the morning when he woke the two of them up. Maybe he could find some eggs as well. Oh, he hoped there were still some potatoes left too...Tarin might be able to coerce Amara into making a great big meal for them considering their current lodgings.

Gascon felt beyond content as he started coming into wakefulness and he would have thought last night a dream if Amara wasn't still fast asleep in his embrace. Looking to the window, he saw it was still very dark outside. They must have only been asleep for a couple of hours by this point. Gascon couldn’t stop himself as his eyes glittered down at Amara. Hopefully, their dwarven friend was asleep, considering the farmhouse was far from where the bandit’s hideout had been and they were safe for the night. The storm had yet to ease up however, though it was showing some faint signs of slowing. More than likely it would be gone by first light. Oh how Gascon wanted nothing more than to pick things up where they had left off before he stopped himself, he mused now a bit sleepily. He had been having the most pleasant; and pleasurable for that matter, dream about the woman in his arms, and Gascon laid a gentle kiss on her forehead. Amara was certainly much more passionate than he had thought possible, though he was sure what he had seen was only the tip of the iceberg. He smiled as he nuzzled her neck a bit and planted a few kisses along her neck to rouse her gently, all the while thinking that he wouldn't mind getting her riled up. He wanted to see just how passionate, how libidinous she could get, though he knew he could easily be swept away in her sweetness if he weren't careful. Gascon smirked as Amara’s breath hitched in her throat and she repined a little in her sleep even as her head tilted to the side to offer him better access. His teeth carefully nibbled the sensitive spot behind her ear, and Amara shuddered this time in Gascon's grasp. Again, if she had been standing at that particular moment, her knees would have given out on her. Gascon chuckled, knowing that Amara was just as difficult to wake as he was, and he latched his lips onto the skin towards the back of her neck, fully intent on leaving his mark on her in some manner though her wiggling around was hampering him from such a feat. Her fingers laced with his own as Amara tried to snuggle deeper into Gascon’s arms and he groaned a bit as she moved against his swelling rod.
If she kept those innocent actions up, it would be more than just the normal morning reaction, Gascon mused lustily. He smirked a bit even as he looked at Amara. She was a heavy enough sleeper, maybe he could try to wiggle Amara out of her shirt and pants. Gascon scratched that thought even as he chuckled. That was very tempting though. To hell with it, he would pick things up where they had left off last night before Gascon had stopped himself. Like Amara had said, he would be damned if this went further unexplored, and he was very much in the mood to go exploring the world that was her body. Oh, Gascon would love to pass between the valley of her breasts, leaving light kisses in her flesh that would have her begging for more, not to mention the mountains that surrounded that valley. He had yet to see how big she honestly measured considering her breasts were constantly bound back. Yes, Gascon wanted to traverse Amara's body with his senses, all the while making her reel in pleasure.
Amara’s eyes clenched a bit in her sleep as she felt Gascon’s lips press against her neck again; as he had finally gotten her to stay still enough in order to leave his hickey, and she groaned a bit in protest despite the sensation coursing through her at the feel of his mouth against her skin. She wasn’t ready to wake up yet and furthermore Amara was more than comfortable where she was. She felt Gascon chuckle behind her and Amara realized that she must have mumbled that line of thought aloud, not realizing that he had left a love bite imprinted on the back of her neck. Amara felt him break away with an audible pop, and then his lips pressed into the fevering skin of her neck again as her temperature began rising the longer he continued. She hissed as Gascon’s free hand smoothed down her side, ghosting just past her breast again, and Amara opened her eyes blearily as her mouth went open in a gasp as Gascon pulled Amara tight against him.
“ Time to wake up.” he purred sexily in her ear. Gascon nibbled the outer shell of Amara’s ear as she shivered delightedly in his arms and his fingers began moving of their own accord towards her pants. She must have woken up for a moment or two during their nap to remove her boots and her belt.
What a way to wake up...she thought as her gaze quickly grew hot under Gascon's tender ministrations.Amara gasped as she turned in his arms to face him, her eyes half lidded with desire now as she lay as close as possible to him with their clothing in between. Her hands buried themselves in Gascon’s mahogany colored locks, and their lips met both heatedly and passionately as Gascon lost himself in the love he felt for Amara. By the ancients, the feel of his body nestled so close to hers was beyond addicting, past maddening in the effects it had on her. She felt like a smouldering pile of ash, and that Gascon was the wind that was breathing life back into the flames of her passion and desire, ressurecting the tendrils of want and need that were currently knotting and dueling for dominance in her belly. She turned over, pulling her betrothed above her and not once breaking their sweet connection as their tongues began dancing to an age old beat, and Amara hissed as his readiness pressed ardently into her heat as Gascon nestled himself between her legs. Those same legs had wrapped tightly around Gascon’s waist; not really giving him much of a choice of where to put himself on the same note, and the man growled against Amara’s lips as her nails raked his scalp again.
“ I know for a fact I warned you about that last night Amara.” Gascon said, his voice rich with desire as his chocolate colored eyes bored into her cerulean ones. “ If you do that again, I will not be held responsible for my actions afterwards. So I suggest that unless you feel you’re ready that you refrain from doing that Amara. You have no idea what it is you’re doing to me.” His eyes were alight with his own desire as he looked down to her and Gascon ground himself against her as he spoke, unable to keep his body from running on automatic. He was likely to lose the battle he was having with himself right now as it stood if she did that again.
Amara felt a thrill go through her as Gascon spoke and her eyes were glowing like twin suns as they stayed locked to his. Was she ready, honestly? There was a fine line between love and lust, though Amara would admit that she that knew that it was only a matter of time before her heart was ensnared by the eldest of the emperor’s sons. Though the last four months had been a whirlwind, Amara had come to know the real Gascon just as she had come to learn to be and express herself as well. It had been so long since she had shut him out. Amara knew that she wouldn’t have blossomed into this person had it not been for Gascon. She took a steadying breath as she pulled Gascon back down to her, and Amara sighed against his lips as she ran her nails through his hair once more.
Gascon couldn’t hold back the wanton groan that escaped him as Amara did this again and he pressed himself against her ardently now. He had warned her fair and square and Gascon’s resolve was at it’s limit. Her very touch alone was driving him wild and Amara hadn’t even touched him in an intimate manner, though the thought of her doing so made his hips buck a bit. He loved looking at her hands and the thought of those sure, strong fingers wrapped around his manhood was maddening. Unable to stay himself any further, Gascon’s hands began bunching Amara’s shirt up to relieve her of the article of clothing and both sat up a bit in their effort to remove it. Amara broke away from Gascon for only a minute as she pulled her shirt from over her head, throwing it to the floor once she was sure that it had cleared her long chestnut tresses. She could feel his hands already fighting to loosen the bindings she was wearing around her chest, and Amara arched into him as one of his talented fingers grazed over her erect nipple. The shock it sent through her made her gasp as it pulsed through her body and settled at her core. By the ancients, they were only just getting started and Amara felt as if she were burning up. Gascon pulled her back to him, his lips sliding over hers as he kept her close enough to him to keep unwinding the long strip of cotton that held Amara's breasts at bay and his fingers kept grazing over her peaked buds as he rerolled the fabric, rewarding the porcine prince with a sharp cry against his lips. Gascon's tongue delved into her heat the moment Amara cried out, his supple muscle twisting and curling around hers, mimicking the actions that he wished their bodies were doing at the moment. Their tongues began battling for dominance at this point and Gascon was in nothing but a haze as he lost himself in Amara’s sweetness as she surrendered herself over to him.
Finally Amara’s bindings fell away; which she was thankful for as she needed to get some new ones once they reached the Briar and it wouldn’t due to have them damaged by the man who would be her lover, thus rendering them unusable. She cried out softly against Gascon’s lips as his fingers gently caressed her sides again, his thumbs purposefully sweeping against the sensitive mounds as they laid against the mattress once more and Amara ran her hands over his body in turn, her fingers memorizing every ridge, dip, and scar on his torso. By the ancients, she would be so lucky. While no prince charming of fairy tale renown, Gascon was still handsome enough to turn heads. He put his most prominent feature; his beautiful tawny eyes, to use most of the time if he was pursuing a woman. His chest and abdomen had been toned and hardened over their travels, his olive skin giving way to a darker tan where it had been exposed to the sunlight. His nose was a bit on the big side, then again, so was hers. Amara had no room for complaint there. His lips were much softer than she thought they would be as they caressed her own sensually and his hair was draping both of them as it flowed over his shoulders and on either side of their cheeks.
Gascon’s eyes were sweeping over Amara of their own accord and he shook his head as if in disbelief. He was much too blessed, he mused as he looked at her. Amara had always been on the thin side, but not overly so. Her clothing hid the magnificent curves of her body much too well from his appreciative eye. Her soft, perky breasts were nothing short of perfection and felt like heaven in his palm as he cupped one gently as the weight he felt was surprising. Like a ripe gourd hanging on it’s vine. She fits perfectly in my hands none the less...he thought as his thumb and forefinger rolled her nipple between them. Gascon lips brushed against Amara’s jaw this time, and she tilted her head to the side to give him better access. As he lived and breathed...Amara was certainly captivating.
And all mine...he thought, his teeth teasing the sensitive flesh of her neck now. Gascon began trailing his fingers lower now and he felt Amara shudder as they came to the waistband of her pants. “ Sit up Amara...” Gascon whispered against her ear, his breath wafting warm and humid on her neck.
Amara did as she was told as if in a daze and she felt Gascon position her against the headboard. His lips latched onto her neck again from behind this time, making Amara gasp softly. She hadn’t had the presence of mind to cast her spell yet, if she ever would with as much of a pleasure filled fog she was in. The only thing she could even remotely think of was that Gascon was recreating their moment from a month and a half ago from when he had stumbled upon her in the pool. Amara rolled her hips wantonly against the man behind her, her eyes half closed in pleasure as his fingers recounted their journey south and her breath caught in her throat as they delved past the waistbands of both her pants and knickers.
Gascon had to bring his other hand up to quiet Amara as she shrieked a little against his palm when his fingers grazed her nether lips. By the ancients, Amara was certainly passionate. He did not want to draw Tarin’s attention this morning, though Gascon couldn’t help but feel as if the dwarf knew what was going on behind the door and was waiting for the opportunity to interrupt them on purpose. The porcine prince ground himself against her as his fingers found the nub of nerves nestled away in her folds and he groaned against her neck when a fresh gush of her essence coated his fingers and the smell of it reached his nose. That sweet, heady aroma was more than calling to him at this point and Gascon felt his mouth water a bit at the thought of tasting her.
Amara’s temperature had shot through the roof the moment Gascon’s hand clamped over her mouth. She knew she shouldn’t like it, but Amara felt turned on to all hell being at his mercy like this. It was as if she were pinned into place as Gascon took his pleasure of her, and took care of pleasing her at the same time. “ Gascon!” she cried out softly against his palm, her voice muffled though the groan that answered her told Amara that he knew full well it was his name that had fallen from her lips.
“ You have no idea how badly I want to just pull the rest of your clothing away and have my way with you, Amara.” Gascon growled in her ear. His hard shaft was pressing urgently against the swell of her ass now, and Gascon couldn’t hold back the soft, sexy chuckle that escaped him as Amara’s knees quivered at the dirty suggestion. “ If I didn’t know any better Amara, you like the sound of that.” he purred. His voice was thick with his desire and need for the woman in his arms and Amara could feel that need as Gascon’s touches; while gentle, grew much bolder.
Amara shook her head to free her mouth in an effort to speak. “ Don’t stop...Please.” she whimpered, rolling her hips helplessly against his hand now. By the ancients, he was bringing her to a fever pitch with only his fingers again.
Gascon groaned audibly at this and turned his intended around roughly, though not before he cleaned his fingers of her essence. His lips crashed over hers heatedly and Amara shuddered against him again. Damn him for how she wanted him, needed him even. His hands were working furiously to get her pants off of her, and Gascon smirked against Amara’s lips even as her own hands worked at his belt. The desire to be skin to skin, to be closer than possible was filling both of them now and Amara was helpless against it’s potent effects. She groaned as Gascon settled her against the mattress again, only to gasp as he pulled both her pants and knickers away, and her eyes met his vulnerably.
Gascon smiled softly at her and closed the space between them so he could kiss her. “ Just relax, Amara. I’m not going to go for the gold just yet, I promise. I’ll let that moment be your decision.” he whispered against her lips. Gascon began trailing kisses over her fevered skin, worshipping the temple that was Amara’s body as he made his way south. Her aroma was clean, musky, and sweet and Gascon had only sampled a small taste of her from his fingers. Amara jerked a little as his lips pressed a kiss into her hip, and her eyes were watching him intently as Gascon gently drew her legs apart.
“ Gascon...” Amara whimpered, albeit nervously. She hissed as he pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh, his tongue sweeping over the toned flesh of her leg in order clean her honey away greedily. A bright blush was slowly starting to envelope Amara as Gascon repeated the same motions on her other thigh, her eyes glowing and glittering in the faint light.
“ Do try to keep quiet.” he purred seductively, pulling her towards the edge of the bed as he settled on his knees against the floor.
Amara grabbed the closest pillow to stifle a scream with one hand as the other grabbed his hair. Gascon’s tongue ran from her center to her clit, his strong, supple muscle teasing the bundle of nerves mercilessly and forcing the evestan princess, his swan, to cry out against the down filled square. She could hear his groans of delight as Gascon drank from her like a fountain, taking her essence into himself even as he brought Amara ever closer to the edge.
Amara’s head was thrashing from side to side as she bit her lip, completely intent on keeping herself from waking their companion in the other room and she lost that battle as Gascon probed her entrance with his tongue. Her nails raked his scalp accidentally as his name issued from Amara’s lips in her bliss, her release crashing over her the moment he had entered her. Gascon greedily relieved Amara of every drop of her sweetness, and his hands fought with his belt for a moment. Her hand in his hair and his name falling from her lips in her ecstasy had broken Gascon’s patience and resolve to take things slower. He needed her now.
Amara panted as she came back down to earth, her eyes soft and full of adoration as they locked onto Gascon’s. Despite the mind numbing orgasm she had just been given, Amara was more than ready to continue and she sat up to pull Gascon back down to her. Her blue eyes were sparkling like sapphires as she looked him over again and she smirked deviously. She wanted to return the favor this time, she mused as she licked her lips. She could still taste herself against his lips and Amara found that her flavor was not what she thought it would have been. No wonder Gascon had been so ardent while pleasing her.
Gascon groaned into Amara’s mouth as she pinned him to the mattress again, her lips moving against his own passionately as her hands and fingers traced the expanse of his torso once more, though the touches were much bolder than the shy caress she had given him earlier. He finally loosened his belt and cast it off to the side carelessly. The only thing on his mind was the woman above him. He couldn’t suppress the hiss that escaped him as Amara’s hand caressed his manhood shyly through the fabric of his trousers and Gascon shut his eyes as Amara began doing to him what he had just recently done to her. This was uncharted territory for him, as Gascon had always given pleasure and got pleasure in turn, but never had been the recipient in this manner. Amara paused over the area of his chest where he had been run through, and her lips kissed the skin here near reverently and tenderly.
“ I almost lost you last night...” she whispered against his skin. Tears came unbidden as they fell against his chest and Gascon’s hands lifted Amara’s chin so that he could look at her better.
“ I had nothing but the most absolute faith that you wouldn’t let that happen. I won’t deny how frightened I was on the same note.” Gascon replied softly.
" I'd willingly give up what grace has afforded me to keep you alive Gascon." Amara said, conviction very evident in her voice. " I...I won't live my life without you. I don’t want to live it without you."
Gascon pulled her up against him and kissed her soundly. She had touched him deeply in saying what she had. Amara gasped against his lips as his tongue delved into her mouth once more, entwining with her own and Gascon felt her hands pushing away the last bastion that protected her virtue. There was no turning back now. He hissed as her fingers trailed along the inside of his thigh as his pants traveled lower down and Gascon lifted his hips so he could be rid of the article of clothing. He fully intended to show Amara just how much she meant to him once she was ready.
Amara pulled away as his pants were discarded to the floor and she blanched a bit at the size of his manhood. Gascon was easily nine inches long, his member jutting up proudly from a nest of dark brown curls. Despite the apprehension she felt, Amara shivered a bit with desire. She wanted, no needed him. Her lips found their way back to his chest, and Gascon hissed as Amara familiarized herself with his body.
Gascon watched Amara through hooded eyes as she made her way down his body, his cinnamon colored orbs alight with desire as her fingers timidly wrapped around his length. By the ancients, she was braver than most he had been with. He couldn't keep the groan that forced its way from him as her lips pressed a gentle kiss against the tip, and her tongue darted out to collect the drop of precum that had gathered there.
Amara had only over heard the chambermaids talk of the best way to please a man and she hoped that she was going about this the right way. Her eyes were hot as she looked up at Gascon, her lips fully wrapping around the head of his cock and she lowered her way down to take as much of him as she could. Gascon was breathing heavily now as Amara found her rhythm, slow and unhurried as she learned every reaction he afforded her. Gascon's hands had found their way into her chestnut tresses, guiding her motions as she pleasured him and Amara shuddered again as his grip tightened slightly. Again, she knew she shouldn't like being at someone's mercy, much less the mercy of the man who had tormented her when they were children, but she couldn't help herself. As strong willed as she was, Amara was liking when Gascon took control.
" Damn Amara..." Gascon purred, only to hiss in delight as Amara hummed in response. There was no way in hell she had ever done this before, though his eyes narrowed at the thought of someone else trying to even make a move on her. He had run off more than one interested gent the last few summers he had been to visit. Since he had stolen her first kiss when Gascon really thought about it.
Amara groaned a bit herself when Gascon’s grip tightened on her hair and he began to pull her down just a tad rougher. Not enough to make her uncomfortable, but enough that Amara knew that Gascon was in control at this point. Not that Amara minded however. She had creamed herself when Gascon had done it.
Gascon’s jaw was slack as her mouth slid over him time and time again, Amara’s tongue running along the backside of his shaft on the upstroke and twirling around the head before going back down again. “ You amazing, sexy, passionate....” he murmured, his hips jerking up slightly as Gascon began drawing closer to the edge.
Amara felt a bit powerful. She was making him lose it this time around, she was the one giving him so much pleasure. It was a heady feeling for certain. Once he recovered, Amara knew she would be all but pouncing on him. Amara was more than ready for the real deal at this point.
Gascon’s breathing grew more erratic as he felt the all too familiar tingle at the base of his spine that heralded his release. “ Amara, I....Damn I...” Gascon whimpered at this point. He tried to pull Amara away, knowing that this was only her first time but she staunchly stayed put, intent on taking Gascon all the way as he had done for her. There was no turning back now, he was already there. Gascon came with a guttural groan as his head flew back, and he pressed Amara flush against his pelvis as he shot his seed into her mouth. Amara shuddered at how undeniably sexy he looked in the throes of passion, and she swallowed down his emissions, smirking slightly as Gascon shuddered himself at the feeling.
By the ancients, he loved her.
Amara smiled proudly as Gascon drew her back into his arms, their lips meeting in a slow, affectionate embrace. Her nude body settled over his and Amara rolled her hips invitingly as Gascon boldly grabbed the soft, toned cheeks of her ass. She couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped her as Gascon’s fingers teased her core, and her eyes leveled on his hotly.
“ You are so beautiful...So passionate Amara...You leave me in awe.” Gascon whispered against her lips. “ I feel blessed that you are even letting me this close to you Amara.” Gascon gently turned over, and Amara arched against him as his weight settled over her. He was grinding against her heat now, his cock starting to come back to life as Amara writhed against him wantonly.
Amara cried out against Gascon's lips as his fingers found her core again and her arms pulled him tighter against her in her passion. Gascon chuckled against her chest and his lips grazed the soft flesh of her breast, earning him another gasp even as he found his mark when his lips wrapped around a pert, rosy nipple. Amara cried out once more, her chest arching into his mouth as Gascon suckled her breast and her hips rolled helplessly against his hand. He was driving her wild with only these gentle teasings. She needed him now!
“ Gascon, please...” Amara pleaded, her nails gently scratching his scalp once more. She had to hold back a scream as Gascon gently inserted a finger inside her and Amara shuddered at the sensation. Her breath started coming in short pants as Gascon gently stretched her tight channel in order to accommodate him.
Gascon groaned. It was going to take a long while to tone down that particular response, but damn if it didn’t get him going. “ Please what Amara?” he purred, easing a second finger inside of her now. Amara screeched softly and her eyes screwed shut as Gascon began scissoring his fingers inside of her. Damn she was a sight to behold in her surrender.
“ Don’t tease me like this! I want you to take me, please!” Amara cried passionately. Gascon’s lips claimed hers again and Amara groaned as he pulled his hand away. She had been drawing so close! Her groan of disappointment turned into a sharp cry as Gascon settled himself between her hips, his rod hard and at the ready once more and Amara shuddered as Gascon rubbed himself against her center in an effort to lubricate himself. He needn’t have worried, Amara had coated both of them in a fresh gush the moment his manhood had come as close as it had.
“ I’m not going to just take you, Amara...” Gascon whispered softly, his eyes meeting her with a tender gleam in them. What he was taking from her was precious, and she was giving herself to him without any reservations. “ That would entail that I don’t feel anything for you Amara...That is so far from the case. I fully intend to make love you to right now though, with every hope that someday it will be just that between us.”
Amara pulled Gascon closer to kiss him. If he kept that up; the way he was talking to her that was, it wouldn’t take long. She gasped against his lips as Gascon ground against her, trying to work Amara into a fever pitch so her deflowerment wouldn't be as bad. She'd want the brief pain just to get to the pleasure he could give her afterwards. Amara was soon mimicking Gascon's movements, their bodies moving sensually against one another and Gascon groaned as Amara chanced rolling her hips. By the heavens, if she did that while he was inside of her, Gascon would be liable to cut loose on her. He didn't want that yet. Maybe once they had eased a little more into their physical relationship, but not for this all important first coupling.
Amara's eyes locked onto Gascon's and he felt his heart clench at what he saw there. He knew that he had given Amara that same gaze whenever she wasn’t looking at him. It gave him hope. Unable to stay himself any longer, Gascon positioned himself at Amara's entrance. " I'm sorry..." he whispered against her lips, claiming them as he pushed his hips forward.
Amara’s eyes were shut as she was waiting for the pain, waiting to feel the joining of their bodies and she chanced a look up at him. Gascon looked puzzled beyond belief, not to mention frustrated now.
" What's wrong?" She asked him.
Gascon blushed a bit. " I don't understand what's going on. I can't get in Amara..." he said as if pained. What in the eight levels of hell was going on here?
" Let me try while on top." Amara said shyly, blushing brightly herself. She felt Gascon roll them over and he smirked at her slightly. She certainly made a beautiful sight silhouetted by the sunrise. Amara took him in hand and placed him at her entrance once more and she gasped slightly at the feel of him so close. Soon he would be inside of her, closer to her than anyone else. She tried pushing her hips down, waiting for the pain of losing her virginity, but it never came. She lifted herself up and tried to allow gravity to do the work but to no avail. Gascon was not going inside of her.
Both of them were flummoxed. With a frustrated growl, Amara got off the bed and began pulling her clothing back on. There was some sort of magic at work here that was keeping them from connecting. Wait a moment. Magic? Oh no no no no. Oh hell no...If what I think is at work here, we’re leaving for Cygnus right now! she thought.
" Did your father say anything about signing the arrangement for our pending marriage?" Amara asked him. Her blue eyes were piercing Gascon with a glare she was so clearly frustrated.
Gascon's brow furrowed as he pulled on his pants as well. " As a matter of fact he did. The scroll is sitting in my pack as we speak." Gascon replied. He crossed the room over to where his bag was sitting against the wall and rummaged through it a moment. He handed it to Amara and she growled something under her breath. She could feel the tingle of magic on the scroll. Realization dawned on Gascon and he began turning a rather fetching shade of red.
Tarin snorted a bit in his sleep only to be brought to full wakefulness when Gascon's irate bellow came from the bedroom he and Amara were in.
" When we get back to Cygnus I am going to kill those two! An abstinence spell? Really? For you I can understand as it would protect you from those who would wish to force themselves on you. But both of us?! When I get my hands on my father I am going to...." Gascon shouted, his voice trailing as Amara strove to calm him down.
“ Gascon! I’m just as upset about this, but think things a little bit more clearly…” Amara began, and Tarin could all but picture the petite woman trying to hold the taller man away from the door. She could do it too, Amara was stronger than she appeared, though Tarin had no clue as to how.
“ I am not going to let this lie, Amara! I...We were this close…” Gascon trailed off again
Tarin looked at the door consideringly and began chuckling. They had tried to consummate their relationship already? Tarin knew there had been loads of tension between them, but had been expecting them to not act on it yet. Oh, the innocent teasing that he would be able to drop on the two of them now, he mused with a chuckle.
Gascon exited the room, still very clearly upset if the red tinge on his cheeks was any indication and he grabbed his cloak from where Amara had draped it over a chair. Amara came out not a moment later, looking rather flustered herself and she followed suit. She needed to calm him down before he lost his temper, though she had no clue how she was going to do so. He was pretty damn pissed at the moment, and rightfully so.
Tarin's chuckle grew to a full on guffaw as he listened to the two of them covertly. Amara didn't sound all to pleased about this turn of events either. They were standing in front of one of the windows and Tarin's brow rose when Gascon grabbed Amara and kissed her hotly, her eyes going wide a moment before she lost herself in his passion and ardor for her. A thump followed as Gascon pinned her against the outside wall of the house and Tarin turned away as Amara’s body arched high in order to close the distance between them. They were still rather worked up despite the ire both of them felt towards their fathers.
Oh, the last leg of their journey to the Briar was about to get all the more interesting indeed, Tarin mused with another chuckle. He shook his head as he traveled over to the fire and stoked a few of the logs. Maybe once those two settled down out there, Tarin could get Amara to make that meal.
Percivical was in the midst of eating breakfast when he shuddered out of the blue. He normally ever did that when Marion was upset with him, well either her or Amara at least. He looked up from his plate to his wife and cleared his throat. “ Dearest?”
Marion’s eyebrow quirked even as she smiled. He only ever called her that whenever she was irate with him. “ You haven’t done anything to upset me, Percy. Is everything alright?” she chuckled.
Percivical chuckled himself. His wife certainly knew him well, which was par for the course considering their twenty five year marriage. “ I just had an odd feeling as if someone was extremely upset with me is all. You’re the only one I could think of being in such a position.”
Marion laughed out loud at this point. “ It may very well be our daughter cursing you, you realize.” she said seriously, though her mood instantly turned somber at the mention of her only child. “ I hope she and Gascon are alright. We haven’t heard anything since Thaden sent us the missive that they had been there a month or so ago.”
Percivical smiled softly and patted his wife’s hand gently. “ Thaden said his eldest son is guiding them to the Briar from the mountains, though once they reach The Vale of Shadows Amara will be in familiar territory. I’m certain that between the three of them that they’re safe, my dear.” the evestan king said softly.
Marion nodded, though she couldn’t shake the feeling something was amiss. That there was something coming that they wouldn’t be able to stop in the long term.
Little did she know how right she was.
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