Author: Cilas, Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2020 10:01 AM, Post Subject: When the Sun and Moon Meet [P, R]

CIlas let the cold waters of the fall wash over him, any dirt or grass that stuck to his body in the middle of the night was washed away from the pressure of the water. He closed his eyes and looked up into the water as it crashed against his face. A smile was over his face as the wave of happiness washed over him. He had finally found someone that he could say had stolen his heart. He had been alive for so long, watching friends pass and women he craved abandon him but now he found one who gave everything to him. Her heart, her soul, her body, his hand reached up and grabbed a hold of the precious necklace. He made a silent promise to never take that which she gave him for granted. He loved Iona, actually loved her.

Unable to hear or feel what was going on around him he had not realized that she had sneaked up behind him until her hands moved along his back, around to his chest as she pulled herself against him her bosom pushing against his back. ”Forever and always,” he answered her he placed a hand over her own briefly before he spun in her arms to face her. He gazed upon those beautiful sapphire gems of hers, always feeling like he could get lost in them, before he leaned down and planted a kiss upon her ruby lips. His own hands traveled up her body helping the water clean her perfect skin, as his mouth parted hers to allow their tongues to dance.

The kiss wasn’t lustful, but loving and needing. They just stood beneath the falls making out as their hands helped the water clean their bodies. He broke the kiss and placed his forehead against hers and rocked their bodies slowly as he smiled looking again into her eyes. ”We should get ready to leave, though how I wish I could just be here for an eternity at this moment.” he told her before leading her out of the water and grabbed his stuff as they made their way back to the camp. She put her now dry dress back on as he put his tunic and pants on, tightening the buckle as he looked back. He walked over and kicked dirt onto the dying embers to extinguish them completely. They gathered their things and Cilas turned around to look at the scene. The night came back to him as he smiled again.

”Let us go forward, together.”

He then took her hand, his fingers interlocking with her own. He was thankful for stopping here as it allowed their relationship to bloom into something more as both gave their bodies to each other that night.

Author: Lady in Black, Posted: Mon Feb 3, 2020 7:37 PM, Post Subject: When the Sun and Moon Meet [P, R]

A cool breeze swept over her, accompanied by a comfortable warmth and golden light. Blue eyes blinked open as they gradually became accustomed to the morning light. Her hands moved to stroke Cilas’ naked chest, but his body wasn’t there. Instead, her hand brushed through the soft grass. Slightly, her brow creased as she looked next to her. Indeed, Cilas was no longer laying there. Iona groaned quietly from disappointment and turned onto her back. The birds were singing, the clouds that covered the sky during the night had gone, and the rising sun replaced the full moon as the world awakened around her. With a little yawn, her arms reached as her back arched in a stretch to loosen herself, body still stiff from sleep. Then she sat up. Instantly she winced from the aching in her stomach and between her legs. It seemed her muscles were sore from using them so much. Perhaps she pushed her weak body a little too far.

Glancing around, she was once again reminded of where she was. Her face heated, and the fur blanket was lifted to hide her exposed torso. Where had Cilas gone? The fire was burning again, suggesting he had lit it. However, she did not see his clothes nearby. Her own dress was by the fire, perhaps laid out to dry. But still, Cilas was nowhere in sight. Did he leave to gather more wood? Or perhaps he was searching for something they could eat before continuing on their journey? With slight concern, she wrapped the blanket around herself the best she could and crawled over to her dress. Indeed, the dark fabric was dried, left carrying the scent of the freshwater that’d soaked it. Slender fingers brushed over the dress, searching for any wet spots at all. Once she couldn’t find any, she glanced around once more.

It was then that she finally spotted a figure standing in the waterfall. Fear struck her at first, the irrational part of her brain taking over for a heartbeat. It assumed the figure was a stranger. She knew they would have spotted her. Her face and ears steamed from embarrassment, but deep down she worried what might have been done to her during her sleep. The aching could be… She shook the thought away and looked closer at the figure. His frame was familiar, every niche of his skin she knew. Iona facepalmed. Of course it was Cilas! How foolish it was for her to jump to such ridiculous conclusions. He would never leave her alone like this, naked and defenseless in sleep. Even if no one else was around, he wouldn’t take any chances.

With a soft smile, she glanced back down at her dress. How thoughtful of him to lay it out to dry. It warmed her heart. But, she could not keep a thought from forming. Already she missed having him beside her, with his hands caressing her skin. Iona wasn’t quite ready to let the moment pass. Biting her lip with pink cheeks, she slowly unraveled the blanket until her naked flesh was exposed. She stood and approached the waters edge, arms crossed loosely around her chest in a non-genuine attempt at hiding herself. The cool breeze made her shiver, and the second she stepped into the water, another shiver caused little bumps to rise on her skin. Just as it had during the night, the clear liquid was silent as she walked through it, hardline rippling at all. As she walked up behind him, she slowly, tenderly snaked her hands around his back to his chest, pulling herself against his strong back, “May I join you?”

Author: Cilas, Posted: Mon Feb 3, 2020 9:48 AM, Post Subject: When the Sun and Moon Meet [P, R]

That beautiful smile, and those gorgeous sapphire eyes of her just dragged him into their timeless world. Only broken by the feel of her hands sliding through his hair, her fingers gently caressing his scalp. His eyes closed slowly at her gentle touch. It was soothing, as if everything around him was melting away…such bliss from a simple touch and he would be content with her doing so for hours. He opened his silver eyes again to greet hers and a smile appeared on his face as she pulled him down for another kiss.

She slowly lead him to lay down, and as soon as his back hit the soft damp grass the strength in his arms and legs completely faded away. It had been awhile for the dragon since he had been with a woman and his body easily told him that. He looked down at her as she cuddled close to him and saw her face gradually turn bright red shifting her legs about, before she buried it in his chest. He rubbed her side as he let out a small chuckle.

”Remembered where we were?” He teased her softly. He could careless if he was seen, also he doubted anyone would be nearby with how she cried out. He couldn’t help but to find her embarrassment adorable. She apparently couldn’t get over it as she sat up on her knees, he could easily spot the weakness in her legs as she summoned a fur lined blanket. Quickly she covered both of them. Her leg wrapped over his as he laid back down closer to him resting her head upon his chest. His arms had wrapped back around her and I did not take long before the waves of exhaustion hit her, his name softly said and her hand movement stopping as she faded to sleep.

He free hand moved up her side slowly, as he gazed down upon her with a small smile. It moved tracing her form before brushing her shoulder and into her hair, his fingers moving slowly through her strands. They were almost silken to touch. ”Goodnight my sweet Iona..” his words a sweet whisper as he kissed the top of her head, rotating his body into her own more. He just continued to play with his hair until slumber took over him as well.

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His eyes opened as the first rays of sun hit the couple. At first everything he thought had happened was some dream of his but those thoughts faded as his bare skin felt her own smooth perfect skin upon his. His vision came to focus and he saw that she was still sleeping. He didn’t want to wake her from her slumber. He reached out with his free arm and the cloak that she wore flew to it and he balled it up. Slowly and softly he snaked his way out from her placing the cloak under her head so that way it was on the hard ground. He adjusted her fox fur blanket over her and kissed her cheek.

Slowly he started to gather up their stuff, her dress was still wet from being in the lake so he restarted the fire they never used the night before and placed near the fire to dry off. He looked over at the waterfall, it was the best thing they could use to wash off from their night. So he took his clothing and cloak and made his way across to the falls.

Author: Lady in Black, Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2020 12:22 AM, Post Subject: When the Sun and Moon Meet [P, R]

Iona had come completely undone. Cilas had opened her up to him, exposed all of her weaknesses and made her entirely defenseless. And he loved her, used her helplessness to show her—to prove to her that there was no need for any fear. It was like magic how he managed to make what she was so afraid of into something so beautiful. She loved how he made himself just as defenseless and put all of his trust in her just to help her heal. She loved how he used his strong body, those hands that could easily break, to touch her with such tenderness and love. Those hunters feared his power, the beast that she knew lay dormant, for she had seen the might of the dragon with her very eyes. But she knew another side of him, the one that made it easy to forget just how strong he truly was, how dangerous and deadly, and how easy it would be for him to kill twenty men. There was something poetic in that, how he has killed many and his race built such terrible fear into the hearts of men, yet he could not harm a single woman that’s more fragile than any man.

Every thrust caused her body to jerk, her muscles convulsing from some sort of aftershock. A whimper escaped her lips with each jolt, which eventually became less powerful until they vanished entirely. They continued. It took three more thrusts before Cilas pushed harder than ever, causing her to cry from pleasurable surprise. There was a pause, allowing her to catch her breath, and then another thrust just as strong. Her breaths were so loud as she breathed from her gaped lips, so much so that she almost didn’t notice how Cilas had lost his breath. His body was reacting the same as it had when he reached his first climax, so she assumed he was experiencing yet another one. Briefly, in the back of her mind, she feared what would become of it. She knew how life works, how it begins and is made, enough to know what the result of this night might be. However, the fog of lust quickly pushed the thought back until it no longer existed.

Cilas’ hand reached up and gently pulled her down as he met her halfway for a kiss. As his arm curled around her waist, keeping her on him, she suspected he had not made it fully through his orgasm. Her arms furled around his neck to keep herself against him as he flipped them over. The grass tickled her back once again, this time sticking to her sweaty skin when she was gently laid down. Their kiss was broken, and her eyes fluttered open to greet his own. His thump caressed her face and wiped away her tears she hadn’t realized still fell. Then, he slid himself out. She relished in the sensation as briefly as it lasted, silently wishing they could keep going. But this was her first time not being forced into it, and her body was not accustomed to being so active. Her muscles ached and trembled from exhaustion. She tried to move her legs, to press her knees together, but they had become so weak that she had no strength to keep them there. She instantly knew she would not be able to stand if she tried. And as she glanced over his limbs, she saw the slight trembling, and knew he was exhausted as well.

With a loving smile, she reached up tenderly run her fingers through his golden tresses, nails so softly sliding across his scalp. Time seemed to slow as the world around them no longer existed. Iona was lost in his eyes, wishing this moment would never end. There were no words to be spoken, for there were no words that could describe the perfection and beauty of what they had just done. She and Cilas had become one—she had given herself to him, trusted him with her body and heart and soul. Perhaps he did not fully understand what it meant—what she had meant by that promise. She was keeping her promise to herself, one she seemed to remember only by nature. Live for others, want for others, die for others, never for yourself. By giving herself to him, she was making a promise that she will forever live for him, want nothing aside from what he desires, and die for him alone. Her entire life was now in his hands.

Iona pulled him in for another soft kiss, then coaxed him to lie down beside her. The world around them gradually came back to her, a reminder of where they were, and embarrassment and worry crept in. They were at a lake, in the open air. Someone could walk by—they could be spotted! Her face turned red at the thought. She wouldn’t be able to stand being seen… not again. Her legs pulled together protectively with the memory of the hunters, her arms wrapping around Cilas as she buried her face into his strong chest to hide her shame. He was the only person she would allow to see her naked body. She was meant for his eyes only. They needed something to cover them. Even if they weren’t fully clothed, for she enjoyed their naked bodies pressed together too much. But they couldn’t remain so exposed for the eyes of strangers to see.

Reluctantly, she pulled away from his embrace to sit up. She focused on summoning the perfect item, one she had bought during her stay in Iria and now kept… somewhere. She was still not sure where they went when put away. A soft warm blanket of red fox fur appeared into her palms, folded neatly. It was unraveled and tossed over her and Cilas, legs wobbling and forcing her to lay back down from having to briefly stand on her knees. As she laid back down, one of her knees snaked its way between his legs just a little, her hands holding her against his chest while slowly and lovingly brushing his skin with feather-lightness along his strong back. His scent swallowed her whole. It was lulling as her exhausting came down on her like a giant wave, making her body heavy as stones. Her eyes fluttered closed with a satisfied hum that sounded almost like a sweet tune. “Cilas…” her voice faded as she gradually slipped into a wonderful dream. It was the most restful and comforting night she’d ever had, for she was finally in Cilas’ arms.

Author: Cilas, Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2020 5:47 PM, Post Subject: When the Sun and Moon Meet [P, R]

The dragon’s rhythm was steady as Iona rode him, his hands exploring and cupping her backside. Her cries of pleasure rang through his ears, it drove him crazy driving his lust-filled muscles more and more as they ached from each thrust. He thought it would be enough for her but she wanted more as she started to rock her hips against each thrust, pushing down upon him. His name sent a shiver down his spine as he pressed into her again.

He opened his eyes briefly to look upon her face, to see nothing but a face twisted with pleasure just like his. It was crazy how much her hips moved against him, wanting more and more of him, it was crazy and he loved it! Her hands ran up and down his toned chest, fingernails once again ranking against his flesh a perfect mixture of an angel’s touch and roughness. Her smooth hands ran back up his chest causing her to lean in, changing the angle in which he penetrated her.

His member pushed against her soaked walls, and by the way, it caused her to cry out his name and shake her body he had hit her spot. ”God damn Iona…” He called out under his breath. Not only did their new angle cause more pleasure for her it caused the tip of his cock to rub up more against her walls lighting up the already sensitive nerves there. His hand let go of her ass and went and grabbed one of her breasts, pinching the hard nipple between his fingers.

A simple drop of wetness touched his cheek, and thinking it was sweat he looked up to see tears in her eyes. He did not know if she was in pain, or if it was just emotions that were causing them but she did not stop and continued to grind him as he pushed harder and harder into her. He leaned up to suck briefly upon her unteased nipple before laying back down as he could feel her tightening even more around him. He could feel the muscles in his groin tense up more in response to her body reacting.

She tried to warn him she had reached her climax, but couldn’t get the words out from her breath as she leaned back and tossed her head back along, her cry ringing loudly throughout the air. He nails dug and broke flesh as something happened that he definitely did not expect. Her skin started to glow faintly like the moon, and the clouds that hid the celestial body split giving him a scene out of a dream. The sweat upon her skin glistened as with the glow, the exoticness of it was too much for him to take.

Slap, slap, SLAP! Three more hard thrusts rang out beneath her cry and Cilas body went numb besides the intense pleasure he felt around his member and groin, a large and loud moan escaping his lips as he released himself in her. His breath was lost again and his legs shook with such warmth and pain. He sat up and pulled her head down to kiss her lips, his one arm wrapping around her waist tightly holding her body close to his keeping his member pressed inside her as the last of his load was released. Their sweat lined bodies stuck together as he spun them around putting her onto the ground.

He broke the kiss for both of them to breath, pushing her tears aside with his thumb as he slowly removed his member from her, his hips convulsed a little as the head slid out from the change of pressure around it. His arms and legs were weak as he could barely keep himself up.

Author: Lady in Black, Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2020 9:24 PM, Post Subject: When the Sun and Moon Meet [P, R]

Cilas’ hands rose to her thighs, squeezing them as she pressed her hands on his chest. He let out groan that shook her spine with a shiver. When she asked for him, his hands rose to take hold of her waist. She waited for him to take the lead, unsure of what she was meant to do now that she’d finally given him entry. Iona felt his legs move behind her. And then, he pulled. She whimpered once more at the sensation of his member sliding against her tight, inner walls. Instantly she spotted the difference between him and the hunters. He started slow, waiting for her to want this, waited for her to be wet enough for him to slide within her easily. The hunters had not. They took her dry, hard, and fast. The pain was horrible. Cilas had caused no pain. Not even as he continued.

His hips thrusted upward, pushing himself back deep into her. Iona cried out, her nails digging into the flesh on his chest. A deep moan from Cilas reached her ears. He pulled back once more, and thrust his member into her, only faster. Her entire body jerked from each pump. She closed her eyes, brows furrowed as her lips seemed permanently gaped now from moaning and crying. Her body was so tight around him while he filled her, reaching so deeply that she nearly melted from how good it felt. His entire length was quickly coated in her wetness. Her breathing and heart matched the increasing pace Cilas used, her inner walls shocked and sending electricity through her body from his shaft rubbing against every nerve. But, it wasn’t quite enough.

Remembering how she’d ground herself against him earlier, her hips began to move, rolling with his own. Every time he pushed into her, she pushed down. It caused him to hit her harder, instantly making it better. “Aaahhhh, Cilas!” She cried, her face briefly mimicking an expression of pain. Although, there was no pain. The pleasure increased with the harder thrusts, and so she kept moving her hips, gradually leading him into a harder and faster rhythm. Her hands were unable to remain still as ecstasy washed over her. She dug her nails into his skin as her fingers raked down to his hard stomach, then back up to his chest. The movement caused her to reach out slightly, and she leaned forward from it. Doing so, his member was adjusted inside of her and touched the special spot Cilas had discovered earlier. Her back arched with her loudest cry yet, “Cilas! Aahhhh… Cilas!” She didn’t know why she kept calling his name. She only knew it was the only word that would satisfy her.

Iona and Cilas were finally one. It was beautiful, amazing, wonderful to have him inside of her, as a part of her. Her body belonged to him, for him to touch and please all he wishes. Giving herself to him was absolutely perfection. Her world had been dark for so long, with only the pale and quiet light of the moon as her companion. When Cilas came, he brought brilliant and warm light like the sun. He opened a door to a whole new world, and then he took her by the hand and pulled her through. He saved her from an eternity of loneliness. He had become her sun, the golden ray that shines until she smiles.

Beautiful. Perfect, and beautiful.

Her emotions suddenly escaped her grasp as tears started sliding down her cheeks. Iona wasn’t sure what had caused it, but she made no attempt to hide it. Then, after many more thrusts, her body reached its limit. Her muscles gradually tightened, the growing intensity telling her that she was finally going to climax for her first time. “Cilas…” she moaned, attempting to warn him. “I’m-” Iona was interrupted when the muscles in her stomach locked, her inner walls tightening around Cilas and clutching him strongly. Her back arched, head leaning back as if she were looking up at the sky with a howling cry. They should be thankful they were the only ones there, for her voice filled the air. Her face made an expression of pain, nails losing all control as they dug dangerously into his flesh. And, something within her reacted. Her life force, the spiritual power that lay dormant was set free to run wild. It spread through her body, and slowly a pure pale light shined from beneath her skin. She was glowing, as if a Spirit Opal was nearby. As if such power had the capacity to control the sky, or as if mater Luna wished to shine her light upon Iona during this great moment, the cloud that covered the full moon vanished.

Author: Cilas, Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2020 1:36 PM, Post Subject: When the Sun and Moon Meet [P, R]

He did not know he was close to cumming, and had meant to release himself himself out of her mouth. He admitted he was pleasantly shocked when she did fight him pushing down and turned on even more when he felt her throat and tongue swallow his semen, the sensation of her throat tightening around the head of his member sent his nerves into overdrive. He still couldn’t get out any words as his body was in a state of euphoria. He did manage to release his grip on her hair, it flowing it back down in a tangled mess.

Ever so slowly he felt her start to rise, and when her lips surround his head his nerves fired off again. Her breathing was loud, heavy and deep in he felt a small bit of guilt, but at the same to know she would do that lit the fire in him. Even still she tried to keep him aroused by stroking him. He looked down at her as she finally caught her breath, their eyes met and she smiled her cheeks red against her pale skin. Hands planted at either side of him as she kissed her way back up to his lips. Her soft hand was placed upon his cheek and leaned down and kissed him.

It was a different, loving kiss. A changed he did not mind as he returned her kiss. Slowly their kiss broke, as they stared into each other’s eyes. How he could just lose himself in those beautiful eyes of hers, they were always full of kindness and caring. Never had he met someone so pure in his life, maybe that is what caused him to fall for her so hard. Her soft whisper once again giving herself to him as she moved to straddle him. She reached down and grabbed ahold of his member again. Her hips lowered as his breath escaped as he felt her wet lips on his head. She teased him running his tip along her wet lips. Not only was she teasing him but herself as well as her moan filled the air.

Slowly she moved him back down to her opening, Cilas running his hands up her thighs as he felt his heart race again. How he had waited for this, wanting and craving it…and he could tell by her moans and look on her face she did now as well. His touch against her legs has he watched her take a few breaths. Her hips lowered more and as the head of his cock plunged into her Cilas closed his eyes little out a groan to meet her own. The pressure of her tightening around him, and her natural wetness and heat just set off every nerve it stuck. It was like bliss as he slid further and further in, hands squeezing her thighs in response to her fingers pushing against his chest. ”God damn.. he let out when she took his whole length.

She whimpered out his name, asking for him. He could see the look of want in her eyes. It was clear from how wet she was and her gaze that she was just as lust filled as he was. He ran his hands up the length of her thigh grabbing a hold of her waist, and repositioned his legs so he could brace the ground with his feet. She asked and she would receive, he moved his hips down slowly feeling her walls tightening around him as his member slid down, before thrusting his hips back up. Smack rang out as their skin collided. Another moan escaped him again as he repeated the movement faster.

He watched as her bosom bounced from each thrust her cries ringing out like music to his ears. He reached down with his fingers to her ass and pulled up on her cheeks with the tips of them, spreading them apart. Even though he could get a good tempo going it was hard for him to go as he wanted with the ground beneath, it would be up to her to change any flow.

Author: Lady in Black, Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2020 10:45 PM, Post Subject: When the Sun and Moon Meet [P, R]

Iona let Cilas run his hands through her hair, yet she did not look up at him. Her eyes had fluttered shut, allowing her to be guided solely by tough. It allowed her to focus more on the feeling of him as well, and the taste. It heightened her senses, even though she was not the one on the receiving end any longer. His moan shivered her spine as she squeezed his sack. It let her know that she was doing him right, she had yet to cross any lines. But then she wondered. How much further could she go? Driven by her blind lust, she released his member from her mouth’s hold and tenderly kissed her way down his shaft. Down, down, down… until she reached his balls. Her tongue explored them, all around and in between before she locked her lips to them and sucked. She was gentle at first, only sucking harder whenever he seemed to enjoy it. Still, even as she moved back up and returned his member into her mouth, she did not open her eyes when she felt his leg lifting slightly. Then, he pushed himself further into her mouth a little.

Iona sucked harder in response, tongue ravaging his tip and all of the liquid emerging. His breathing quickly turned swift and shallow, as if he was losing his breath. Iona squirmed just a little, the throbbing between her legs growing to such a great intensity it was difficult to ignore. It ached so terribly she nearly sobbed to be satisfied. He gripped her hair, pulling it until it stung. But she knew it wasn’t intentional. Even she had lost control over her own strength when he pleased her. So she continued, sucking harder, faster, while her hands stroked and fondled him with matching speed.

Then, very abruptly, he pushed her further down his shaft. Her eyes shot open from surprise, a hum in response muffled. The tip of his member reached the back of her throat, hitting her gag reflex. Her throat tightened around him as it naturally tried fighting him off, but she didn’t fight him. This was what he wanted, so she would give it to him. She didn’t mind, either. In fact, she enjoyed it. Having him so deep in her mouth helped her imagine what it would be like to have him inside when he takes her. Cilas let out a drawn out moan, one louder than the others. She was held down when warm liquid shot into her mouth and throat. She wouldn’t pull away, she wouldn’t fight. It left her with only one option: swallow. And so she did. She drank it all as quickly as she could until it stopped.

His breathlessness nearly prevented him from speaking an apology. Slowly, Iona slid herself off of him and lifted her head, mouth agape with heavy and loud breaths. Her eyes were still closed, a little bit of his fluid leaking down her chin. Her chest heaved as she took a moment to breathe. Her hand that had been stroking him returned to its initial caressing, as a way of keeping him pleased so he wouldn’t go too long without being touched. As if such a thing would cause his lust to die down. When she finally opened her eyes, they turned to look down at him. And, with a loving smile appearing on her flushed face, she released her hold on him and put her hands on the ground at his sides. Iona leaned down, planting a kiss just above his member. Then there was another slightly higher, then another as she slowly crawled her way up his body. Once she finally reached him, she placed a single hand upon his cheek and kissed him. Not passionately, but lovingly, tenderly, slowly.

She was mentally preparing herself. In this very moment, each sight, each sound and each feeling she’d experienced in that cabin flooded her mind. The entire scenario replayed itself over and over and over again. It returned her fear now that she was so close to allowing Cilas entry. And yet, her body still burned, the wetness between her legs still came with her throbbing ache. It was as if her mind wanted her to remember everything from before so that she can see the difference with Cilas, so she would prove to herself that this was her choice. She allowed it. She loved Cilas, and he loved her. She knew he would be gentle with her—he would never hurt her. This time was different.

She broke the kiss and hovered over his lips for a moment, before she pulled back just enough to look him in the eye. His beautiful silver eyes shined like the moon she always adored. So pure, so gentle. “Apologize for naught,” she whispered. “I am yours now. I give you free reign over me. Whatever your pleasure, I will give it gladly.” Slowly, she reached down between them and took his member into her hand. Her eyes remained locked onto his as she dropped her hips over him. A gasp escaped her lips the moment his round tip pressed against her wet valley between her inner lips. Her heart beat so powerfully it felt like a bird trying to break free from its cage. She released a ragged breath as her hand and hips moved in unison, sliding his tip up her womanhood with a snail’s pace. Iona whimpered, her opening craving, begging for him far stronger than before. Once his tip slid over her nub, she moaned quietly and guided his member back down. The tingling, the heat, everything intensified compared to being touched by his hands. Perhaps it was with the knowledge of what it was that touched her that made it so much more… exciting. Like it had when he’d touched her with his tongue.

Finally, his tip sat against her leaking entrance, poised and prepared for entry. She took a few more breaths to ready herself. Then, she gingerly lowered herself. Her mouth gaped and brows furrowed slightly as she stretched around him. He was so much larger than his fingers, and it slid in with just as much ease. Little by little, he delved deeper and deeper. Until she was sitting atop him. So large… So deep! “Cilas,” she breathed, her voice almost a moan. Her breathing quickened, fingers pressing hard in his chest. It was clear she was aroused just by having him within her. The pressure was great inside, only adding to her pleasure. Her inner walls were not accustomed to sheathing something so large, not even after all that had happened. She looked down into his eyes, pleading, “Cilas, please…”

Author: Cilas, Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2020 6:44 PM, Post Subject: When the Sun and Moon Meet [P, R]

She bit her lip when his unspoken words got to her, he cared not if she did want to or not, he was fine with receiving exactly what she was doing now. It was when she turned to kiss his palm that he realized that she would accept his request, as her thumb against the opening of his member and he let out another groan of pleasure. Every time she circled it with her thumb the nerves at the end shot out sending chills down his back and deep into his groin. Slowly her hand worked its way back down his shaft while she leaned over.

It was as if lightning had struck him, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes as more precum came out the first time her lips kissed his head. Kiss after kiss followed and he just savored the feel of those luscious lips. She still held that firm grip upon his shaft as her tongue started to join in licking up the precum on the top of his head. From the rougher topside to the smooth underside of her tongue it circled, her saliva just coating it. A brief moment of respite followed as Cilas was able to breathe now, but it did last as her tongue ran its way up and down the shaft.

”Oh god..”

His words were cut short as she moved back to the top and put her lips completely around him. He was surprised at her sudden ferocity. He wanted more of this! He wanted more of her tongue dancing around as the head of his cock was in her mouth and slowly she put more and more of it in. His hands entangled themselves in her hair as he briefly looked down at her. Her hands did not stand by idly as they stroked his shaft following the movements of her mouth and her other one fondling and squeezing upon it. A moan followed as she squeezed. A pleasurable pain overtook him as he let out his moans, her tempo changing every time. She let go of his shaft momentarily as she licked up his sack and sucking upon each testicle. His knee raised as his toes dug into the ground. His hand pushed as she put him back in her mouth.

His breathing started to get heavier as he leaned his head back again and closed his eyes to focus only on what he was feeling. His tongue licked his lips as he could taste her once again. The tight, warm and wetness of her around his fingers. The scent of her womanhood flooded his nose. He could feel a tightness swell in his groin as he recalled everything again and again! He wanted to taste her again, to feel her around him even more! His breathing became shallow as he unintentional was grabbing at her hair far more roughly. It was then that he lost his breath and pushed her head down as far as she would let him and he let out a loud long moan as he felt himself unload into her mouth. His body convulsed as his cock throbbed with each load.

I”m…I’m s–sorr…” He could barely get the words out as he finally caught his breath. Even after cumming this once he was still fully erect as he still craved more from her

Author: Lady in Black, Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2020 3:33 PM, Post Subject: When the Sun and Moon Meet [P, R]

As Cilas reached for her, brushing her hair back and tucking it behind her ear, she leaned into his touch. His hand was so warm when it fell to her cheek. It was callused and hard, a clear sign that it was accustomed to hard labor. And, despite his palm not being the softest thing to touch her skin, she loved it. His thumb moved to caress her lips, sending a shiver down her spine. She wanted nothing more than to kiss him then, to be reminded of how his own lips felt against her own. But his message, his request wasn’t clear until he reached for her with his other hand. Her eyes followed the movement, watching them and feeling them take her hand that gently held his stiff member. He forced her to tighten her grip, letting her know she hadn’t been holding him tight enough. It was then that understanding struck her. Cilas did not speak, but touching her lips and tightening her around him made the connection she needed. He had kissed her, bit her, sucked her, and licked her. This was his request, for her to do the same to him.

Her eyes rose to meet his as she bit her lip briefly. Her heart quickened at the idea of tasting him. She turned her head to push her lips into his palm, kissing him lovingly as a way of accepting his request. It was beautiful that no words were needed for them to understand each other. They trusted each other, knowing they would never harm the other, and they would do anything and everything to please. Iona looked down at his member, her thumb now wet from his own natural fluid that slowly emerged from the very tip. For a moment she pressed her finger against the tiny spot with great gentleness, rubbing it lightly. Then, Iona slid her hand down his shaft, keeping the grip Cilas had given her. She slowly leaned down, hesitating for a heartbeat when she was a hair away from him, until she planted her lips upon to top, dipping them in his warm liquid. Another kiss was added, this one a little more on the side of his tip. She followed its shape around, as if exploring the head with a series of kisses. When she returned to the top, Iona gingerly slid her tongue tip across him, licking up any more liquid that emerged from the little hole.

Her tongue followed the path she’d made with kisses all around his tip, then she moved down to kiss the skin below it. There was a brief pause as she repositioned herself so she could reach further down, and she slid her tongue along his entire length from the base to the top. She moved to another side and did it again, and then again, until the majority of his member was wet from her saliva. Iona glanced up at Cilas, silently wondering if she was pleasing him enough. She knew there was far more to do than just lick him, and so she decided to go a little further. Moving back to the top, she slowly slid her lips around him, pushing the head into her mouth. Instantly her tongue explored it, no longer quite so gentle as she was driven by lust. Once the entire tip was sheathed, she sucked, moved further down his shaft, and sucked again. As she worked her way down, her hands finally got to work. One slid along his shaft, still maintaining the grip she was given. It moved up and down, gradually adding to the speed depending on how he reacted. Her other hand hand taken his sack into her palm once more, fondling it and squeezing it just a tad harder. She was testing how far she could go, how hard and fast she could please him before she would cross a line. Iona trusted Cilas would warn her if she started going a little too far.

Author: Cilas, Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2020 1:13 PM, Post Subject: When the Sun and Moon Meet [P, R]

Cas let out another moan of pleasure as Iona started to move her hips, no longer needing his own aid, yet his hands on her cheeks was exactly where he wanted them. Her own moan against their kiss rocked him as he could feel her getting wetter from beneath the cloth of his trousers. Iona pushes her self up, her hands upon his chest. He looked upon her his eyes taking in her form once again as the fire glistened off her pristine skin.

Her beauty had always mesmerized the dragon, ever since he saw her walking out from the lake when they first met. This was different, instead of him baring his eyes from her naked form she allowed him to view her to run his hands among her body. He glanced upon the scar on her breast again before meeting her eyes. Even after all that had happened to her she was allowing him to take his pleasure in her. He had always noticed how much she tried to please him and even now that aspect of her did not leave.

He would let her do just that, that is why he gave her the ability to do just that.

She leaned in and kissed him once again with those soft lips, whispering gently as they made her way down his jaw line. She had just given herself to him with those words which just ignited the fire in his chest even more. Her kisses trailed lower down on his chest, his heart beating so fast that he thought it would burst from his chest. Her gentle hands worked to undo his belt buckle and slowly she pulled down up them until they were past his member. Cilas let out a large breath of relief as the cold air wrapped its around him, his cock throbbing. He looked down to see that she paused looking at it.

He knew, and he would let her take all the time she needed.

Finally she started to remove the rest of his clothing, Cilas lifting his hips briefly to help her. Their eyes met briefly and he noticed the hesitance in them, but it did not stop her as her hand wrapped around him. Her hand felt cold upon his skin, not that she was cold but because of how aroused he was. It was a tender touch as she started to slowly started to mover her hand up and down its length. He moaned as her other hand played with his sack. The nerves all along his shaft and sack lit up especially the head. God how he waited to feel her softly palms around him.

How a simple question as it opened so many possibilities. He moved his hand down and pushed back her hair over her ear to look at her face. His hand trailed down her cheek to her lips and he traced them with his thumb. Soft and subtle, no words need be said for him to tell her. He wanted those lips around him, to feel her tongue along the length of him. He wanted to feel all of her. He placed his hand upon hers which was stroking him and tightened his hand on hers telling her to tighten her grip as well.

Author: Lady in Black, Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2020 12:52 AM, Post Subject: When the Sun and Moon Meet [P, R]

Between kisses, Cilas reassured Iona that he had found enjoyment in bringing her pleasure, that he wanted it as much as her. But it didn’t prevent her from feeling guilty. Cilas was too kind, too loving to be upset that she neglected him. During their next kiss, her ears pricked up the sound of him removing his boots. The clinking of a metallic buckle came next, a sound she’d heard before when each of the hunters loosened their clothes before they raped her. He was undoing his belt. Was he preparing to take her already? Iona began to feel a little concerned. She opened one of her eyes just enough to glance down, tilting her head in the kiss so she could see him clearer. Alas, he was not removing the last of his clothes. It seemed he was only releasing some of the tightness. The bulge underneath was so large; perhaps it was harming him by keeping his breeches on, or it might have only been uncomfortable. Slight relief washed over her, now knowing they had not reached the final point just yet. Although she was certain it would come soon. Iona was gradually working through her fear. It surely wouldn’t be long until she is ready to take him.

Their bodies pushed together, arms holding each other tight. Iona was brought down and pulled over Cilas. The new position set her directly atop his erection. It pressed against her womanhood. She broke the kiss briefly with a gasp, heart thumping at the feeling. Iona was almost frozen while Cilas continued. One of his arms held her by her waist, while his other hand moved through her hair and pulled her back into another kiss. She hummed quietly. Drown in it. Let your lust take over your mind and body. Fear nothing with him. Her thoughts gave her little push. She kissed him passionately and allowed her hands to touch his strong chest. This was different. Suddenly, she felt in full control. He was giving her free reign to do as she pleased. She could explore his body, learn how to please it just as he asked. It gave her full focus on Cilas. No longer would her own pleasures get in the way, clouding her mind and making her neglect this beautiful man. It was her turn. Not only to touch him, but in her mind it was an opportunity to show him her gratitude for all he’s done for her. She would please him, bring him joy. And, as a reward he had earned long ago, she will let him have his way with her.

No, it was no reward. A reward is given to those who successfully obey a command. This was no reward. It was a gift. An act of thanks, to show what he means to her, to show how she cherishes him and what lengths she will go to if only to say thank you and bring him joy.

The kiss was broken for his lips to whisper into her ear. Her body shivered in response to the feeling of his hot breath as his hands slid down her back. Move your hips. Nice and slow. Her heart raced. And, she did as she was told. Iona moved her hips, his hands gripping her bottom to aid her with the motion. She moaned from his hard erection rubbing on her, the texture of the cloth adding to her pleasure. Iona pushed herself up, hands on his chest to hold her while she moved against him. It was a whole new feeling for her, knowing he was so close, pressed against her, yet he couldn’t quite reach her. His breeches was like a wall preventing them reaching each other, from satisfying their deepest urge. It made her craving grow, grow, grow. His moan only escalated it. She throbbed against him. Iona could feel herself becoming wetter.

Then, their arousal pushed him over the edge. Cilas begged—begged for her to release him from his restraints. She shivered at the request and released a quivering breath. For a second she considered teasing him a little further, if only to make him feel what she felt. But decided against it. He had waited long enough, putting his own longings aside to give her what she wanted. He deserved to get exactly what he desired. He deserved everything. She leaned down to lovingly kiss his wonderful lips. “I give you all of me, Cilas,” she whispered against his lips before planting a light kiss along his jaw. “I am yours, and yours alone.” With that, she slid down, planting kisses across his chest, descending his stomach until she reached his breeches. She paused for a moment to look down at the bulge. The cloth covering him had a large dark spot at the top where her wetness soaked into it. Ever so slowly, she reached out a began unbuckling his belt. Her heart was pounding in her ears, body and face burning with excitement and nervousness. With it undone, she tugged on the top of his pants, pulling them down until his entire length stood before her. She froze.

Her blue eyes examined it, taking in every detail from top to bottom. Swallowing hard, she pulled his pants further down and took them completely off. Then she crawled back up to his erected member. Iona briefly glanced at Cilas’ face, silently wondering what to do next. Never had she seen a man before, not this part. Much less did she know how to please him with it. From the only horrible experience she had, she knew how intercourse worked, but nothing beyond that. Reluctantly, she took his stiff shaft into her hands. It felt far larger in her grasp than before. Iona caressed it gingerly, taking great care not to harm him, despite not knowing how sensitive it was. Perhaps a similar motion to what was used within a woman is what was needed out of it as well? A pumping motion. One hand slid up to his tip, her thumb circling the very top. Her other hand fell down his member to tenderly run her nails along the ballsack beneath it. She then took it in her palm and fondled it, her curiosity getting the best of her. “How,” Iona began quietly, eyes lifting to meet his, finishing her question.

She had no idea what to do.

Author: Cilas, Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2020 7:23 PM, Post Subject: When the Sun and Moon Meet [P, R]

Her moans shifted to cries as he worked her, his fingers pumping further in faster as his mouth worked her clitoris. He could feel her convulse in pleasure, tightening around him. Her fingers raked his scalp at first but then pushed down upon his head. His own lust ignited more and more as he craved and devoured his touch on her. Even if this was all that she wanted throughout this night he would be glad to provide her. So he kept telling himself, but the longing desire to fill her was proving harder and harder to contain. He let out another loud groan as he continued to go down on her, shifting his legs in order to find some comfort.

Her hand was removed from her scalp as she forced herself to sit up, he could feel her shake as her arms were weak from the waves of lust. His name was called out with exhausted breath, as she ran her hand once more through his hair. She gingerly pushed against his shoulder, a way to tell him to stop. It was when he heard her call out to wait, is when he stopped and looked up at her his fingers slipping out of her. His arm burned from the repeated movements, and he was a little thankful for the break. Het met her kiss, using his own arm to brace him up beneath hers. She apologized for her selfishness and he just shook his head.

”Your taste. Your feel. Your cries…I wanted them as much as you.” He whispered kissing her between each statement. As he planted his lips on hers, he reached down and removed his boots and shifted his weight to his other arm to remove the other one. Even though he was fine pleasing her he would not ignore her offer. He loosened his pants up some, which gave him a tiny bit more breathing room as he pushed his body against hers. He wrapped his arms around her and twisted the both of them over so that was she was on top of him on the ground, straddling him.

The cool dampness of the grass sent a small shiver down him, but didn’t stay as the warmth of his body overtook it quickly. His hand dug through her hair pushing her head down to the kiss as his other wrapped around her waist. ”Move your hips, slowly.” he broke the kiss and whispered in her ear. His hands moved down her back to find her cheeks again and he grasped them as he pushed her slowly. Her hips rocked, and he could feel her wet lips against his member through the cloth of his pants. He closed his eyes and let out a moan. His hands continued to pull against her ass, caressing the cheeks in his palm.

”Remove the pants, please…oh god please.” this time it was his turn to beg. He wanted to feel more, he wanted to be the one lost amongst the pleasures of lust.

Author: Lady in Black, Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2020 1:54 PM, Post Subject: When the Sun and Moon Meet [P, R]

She hummed with delight as Cilas kissed his way down her body. Iona bit her lip and watched him slowly move south. Her heart thumped harder the closer he came. Nervousness washed over her along with the image of the hunter sitting where Cilas now resided. It was almost the same picture. Except, there were a few major differences that allowed her to keep herself open willingly this time. This was Cilas, whose eyes burned with lust and love, the kind that drives him to seek pleasure for himself and her as well. He was positioned between her legs as a request from her. The hunter’s eyes had been brimmed with sinister desires. He only wanted to arouse himself with her pain. Both of her hands were in his hair, fingers now pressing him more gently due to his willingness to obey. She waited patiently as he allowed himself comfort once he was finally where she wanted him to be. He removed his fingers from her, and the beautiful warmth they had offered was replaced by hollowness. It didn’t feel right not to have him inside her. She missed him already.

But no pouting was necessary, for his fingers did not completely leave her. They were driven upwards along her valley, where he then spread her lips gently. He was watching her, the sight of his eyes upon her womanhood sending a shiver of excitement through her body. For a brief moment she allowed herself to wonder what his thoughts were, how he felt about doing this to her, and what he thought about her. She knew it didn’t really matter whether he took pleasure in the sight of her or not, for she couldn’t change what she was born with. But, for some reason, not knowing made her a tad self-conscious. One of his arms took hold of her leg, holding it in place. Iona didn’t fight it, but allowed his lips to kiss along her inner thigh. That area was far more sensitive than she had realized, causing her to moan quietly. He left a trail of burning flesh in his path towards her wet and waiting womanhood. And as she grew dangerously close, she squirmed slightly as a way of begging him to satisfy her cravings. Her opening started throbbing again, missing being touched and pleading for attention. However, he did not give her what she so desperately wanted.

She whimpered poorly as he slid his tongue across her leg, moving back to where he started. It was sweet torture while he continued the same teasing trick. Denying her after coming so close only built on her aching need, making her want it even more. But Cilas was not so cruel as to deny her completely. No, he was loving and wanted to give her what she desired. He planted his tongue upon her inner, wet lips, earning himself a loud gasp. Iona hadn’t been aware that it was an option to use his mouth to please her down there, yet her body had been craving exactly that. It was as if it had thoughts of its own, thinking of methods her mind never knew of. One of his hands returned to spread her open and allow his warm and wet tongue to slide easily between her lips. It was more sensual that way, making her feel even more exposed than before, somehow. It also made her feel more defenseless. There was no hiding from his eyes, no part of her that could escape from his sight and touch. The thought sent an unexpected shiver of arousal through her. When had she become fond of such a thing?

His tongue moved up to draw circles around her central nerve briefly, teasingly. Then, he took it into his lips and sucked. “Aahhhh,” Iona moaned. Her brow furrowed slightly as her head fell against the ground. Her hands once more lifted to rake her fingers and nails along his scalp. He sucked and licked, shaking her body with constant shivers of pure delight and earning him a moan each time. The sensation was far more intense than when he’d used his hands. She wasn’t sure how to describe it anymore, other than one word to describe how wonderful it felt: damn. Iona always avoided such language, but she couldn’t keep it from popping into her mind.

The arm that’d held her leg was moved, and three fingers pressed down on her lips. She squirmed with a whimper as his lips released their hold on her nub, his tongue dropping. For a brief moment, he allowed just the tip to slide into her. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to arch her back with a moan louder than the others. His tongue moved out of the way. The fingers that were pressing on her moved down to her leaking entrance. Her tight skin gradually stretched without pain when he penetrated her once more. Three was a little larger than two, giving her need for something larger to enter her slight satisfaction. Her mouth was agape, fingers scraping his scalp harder. Her pleasure was causing her to lose control of her strength, and it clouded her mind to prevent her from noticing when she might be harming him, or causing any discomfort. Once he was inside as deeply as he could go, he moved within her, pulling back and forth. For a moment he watched himself touch her. She wished she could see as well, wondering how pleasant it would be.

Then, when he leaned back down and took her nub into his mouth once more, her hand pressed, holding him down. His teeth gently grinded the sensitive spot. It was the mixture of that and his thrusting that made her cry out, her back arching uncontrollably. She was entirely lost in pure ecstasy, a mess that moaned nonstop. It was beautiful to have Cilas touch her that way, to feel his stiff fingers pumping inside of her and his mouth and tongue fondle her. He knew every part that would bring her pleasure, and he knew how to escalate it. How many women had be been with to learn that?

Iona glanced down at him weakly, gazing over his form and finding enjoyment in watching him work. Then, she realized something. She had become too enveloped in her own pleasure that she did nothing for Cilas in return. Instead, she hacked for more, begging for him not to stop. She had become selfish, asking for more than what she was given and offering him nothing. Guilt hit her like a crashing wave. Cilas was doing anything for her. He was aroused just as well, and even asked for her touch. But he still didn’t question her when she pushed him down, he didn’t deny her anything. She forced herself to sit up, her arms like jelly as they held her up. Her body wanted to melt in his touch, making it a battle to keep herself upright. “Cilas,’ she breathed, moaning shortly after. She needed him to stop so she could speak properly. One hand ran through his hair lovingly, then moved down to his shoulder where she gently pushed. “Cilas, wait…” When he removed himself from her to glance up, she took his cheeks into her hands and pulled him in. Her lips clashed with his. She could taste herself on him, but it was ignored as Iona focused on her intentions. “I’m sorry,” breathed against his lips, kissing him again before apologizing once more, “I’m so sorry. I won’t be selfish any longer.” She pulled back to gaze into those gorgeous silver eyes. “You wanted my touch. Please, allow me to give it to you.”

Author: Cilas, Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2020 7:05 PM, Post Subject: When the Sun and Moon Meet [P, R]

Iona’s soft hands moved their way to his chest once more, sending a shiver down his spine once again from her soft touch, yet that was replaced by the feel of her nails digging into his flesh. He let out a groan that was almost faded out by her own moans as her fingers raked against his flesh digging deeper and deeper every time she cried out. The pain did nothing but drive his lust for her even more it did nothing but send waves of pleasure through him. He wanted her to touch him more, so much more.

It was as if she could read the dragons mind that one hand moved from his chest to his clothed, erect member once again. This time her grasp was far more gentler as she was knock rocked with a wave of pleasure. He wished she would have ripped his pants off, and grasp his whole girth in her soft palms but it didn’t stop him from feeling the pleasure of her stroking him. His eyes closed and mouth opened as let himself sink into her grip. ”God damn..” he didn’t even pay attention as the words slipped his lips. She played with his nipple pinching it in her fingers and a moan of pleasure escaped his lips again.

He thrust his fingers in her again as his name was called out, he hand running over his shoulder again. He opened his eyes and looked into hers as she pushed down on him. The hand that was stroking him stopped and ran into his hair and also pushed him down. He could see the want I her eyes, and who was he to deny her. She craved something more and he willingly would give it. He kissed her body as she pushed him. He kissed around her navel as she called out wanting more from him and pushed him down between her legs. He slid down further to get more comfortable.

He removed his fingers slowly from her, rubbing up and down her lips and he pushed on the sides to see them opening between them. He wrapped his arm around the backside of her right leg pulling it out as he placed his lips on the inner part of her thigh, He kissed down it softly, and before he reached her woman hood he would lick back yo her thigh. He teased her like these a few times getting closer and closer. Finally he placed his tongue upon her lips, using his free hand to spread them ever so slightly as he drug the tip of his tongue between them. Her taste flooded his mind, and set of something that he felt like he could stop.

He found her nub and circled hit with his tongue, before pressing his lips against her sucking and alternating between the sucking motion and circling her with his tongue. He changed up the speed and the strength every time. He moved his arm from her leg and place three fingers upon her wet lips. He stopped teasing her nub and licked back up his tongue going further in before he slowly slid all three of his fingers in. He allowed her to stretch out and take his fingers before he started the trust motion again. He watched as his fingers slowly went in and out of her slowly. He leaned into take her into his mouth again as he ground gentle with his teeth as he sucked on her.

He would do anything for her, just so that he could take her at the end of this all. Take her until she screamed out her name throughout the air.

Author: Lady in Black, Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2020 3:31 PM, Post Subject: When the Sun and Moon Meet [P, R]

Iona was grateful that her request was clear. One of his legs moved to rest in between hers, allowing her to spread them wider. He even aided by using his own to push her one limb aside. His other leg soon followed. She opened herself as far as she could manage. She had once tried covering herself up, but now she was relishing in being so exposed. The cold breeze no longer had any impact on her naked body. The bumps along her skin had long since vanished due to the inner flame Cilas ignited within her. The arm that held her from beneath was removed, the hand replaced to grope one of her breasts once again. She could feel his fingers pinching her stiff nipple, but it was nothing when compared to what she felt below. His fingers moved within her, sliding in and out with such ease, all the while tickling her inner walls. Her breathing had become so loud from her thrusting her hips to aid the pleasure. It caused her weak muscles to ache, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop or even pause for a moment. It felt far too good. She wasn’t even certain how she knew to do that; it just seemed right.

She kept her eyes locked onto his handsome face, watching his expression grow more and more lustful as they continued. Before, Iona had no idea that her arousal heightens his own. But now, it was painfully clear that he enjoyed touching her as much as she liked being touched. She wondered if it would be the same if she touched him. His bulge still pressed against her belly, and she bit her lip. The urge to feel of him, to please him rose within her. But, how far could they go before he becomes too lost in his desires to contain himself? How long would they play this game of exploration and playing and teasing before she begs him to take her? It was then that she realized that his fingers weren’t quite enough. Deeper. Go deeper.[i/] She wanted something to completely fill her, to delve so far inside. And, she wanted something larger.

He started twisting his fingers with each thrust, and he picked up the pace. Iona cried out louder, a moan following suit. His words barely reached her as he leaned closer. “Please… Cilas,” she pleased, her voice no more than short breaths. Yes, she did want more. But she didn’t know what to ask for. Briefly she considered him finally taking her, but the thought caused slight fear to resurface. Being the coward she was, she forced it back down and avoided the idea again. She wasn’t ready for that. Not yet. His next words gave her the boldness to attempt touching him again. He wanted her touch. She neglected him this whole time, drowning in her own pleasure. It was time she did something in return.

As he released his hold on her breast and leaned in closer, her hands rose to his chest. Her fingers dug into his skin, nails scraping. With each cry, she pressed harder. She felt of the hard muscles beneath his skin as she worked her way down ever so slowly. One remained on his chest, while she forced the other back towards his breeches. She groped his erection once more, but more carefully this time. It was so hard in her hand, and it felt large. Briefly she wondered what it looks like, what its skin felt like against hers. But she wouldn’t let her curiosity get the best of her. Instead, she pushed and pulled, all the while her fingers squeezed gently as a way of rubbing him through the clothing. Her other hand paused once she found his own hardened nipple. She took a moment to caress and pinch it, before she drew her hand up to his shoulder. “Mmm… Cilas,” she moaned from yet another thrust. More. More. More! Her body moved on its own, although she knew not what it was doing. She pushed on his shoulder, glancing down at him as she brought her other hand back up. It slipped into his hair, then pushed on him as well. Her eyes were filled with need. Her womanhood throbbed again for something else, a change of some sorts.

“Cilas… please… give me more… Cilas-” she was cut off by a cry, her back arching and head laying back against the ground as another pass over her special spot shot a wave of pleasure through her, causing her body to shiver with delight. She pushed harder on him, forcing him down between her legs. Touch me. Don’t stop touching me.

Author: Cilas, Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2020 9:01 AM, Post Subject: When the Sun and Moon Meet [P, R]

Her body writhed and arc under his touch, the moans she was once releasing changing to cries that rang throughout the night. More and more she was slowly falling under the grasp of lust, she was falling exactly where he wanted her to. The more she let go of her past experience, the more Cilas let go of his self-control and let his mind be clouded more and more. Even so, her small frame was full of strength as she held his head down as his fingers played with her, her labored cries gave him the signal that he was doing right to her.

His name was called out again but whispered so close to his ear that he could feel her breath upon it, and sent a chill through his body that he could stop. Her fingers once again made its way through his hair. How he loved the touch of her fingers on his scalp, it felt like he could get lost in just that, but it was broke suddenly by the scrape of her nails against his shoulder. He let out an approving groan as he continued to suck on her neck as her hands explored his chest. The touch of her fingertips along his bare skin was like fire, a fire that he craved more of. He could sense her hesitation as her hand traveled along his bare stomach.

He broke the sucking of her neck and started to kiss down her collar bone, as he thrust his fingers back into her. She cried out far louder than anything before, her body arching up against him her holding his head down quite powerfully and as she finally had him in her palm, she grasped onto it. It may have been to the unfortunate timing of him finding her gspot, but it was a tight and rough grab around his shaft, yet it unfazed him but he still let out a desperate groan, as he needed to her, cry out like that again and have her body react once more like that but still craved her own touch against him.

Her hips started to move in time with his thrusts, her legs tried to widen more and he could feel her tighten as she wanted more. Her hands pushed against his chest as she pleaded with him to move. He realized that him straddling her had made it more difficult for her to spread her legs if any. He shifted his position so that way he could get one leg between her own and he used it to help spread them open as he moved his other leg between them so that way she was wrapped around him. He moved his arm out from under her and grasped her breast again, caressing, pinching her nipple between his fingers.

He looked down as his fingers slid in and out, watching as they disappeared, her hips still moving in time as she craved the touch. He would give her exactly what she wanted as he sped up, twisting his hand as he entered and left her. He wanted her to cry out louder and louder until she lost her voice to the night. ”More? Do you crave even more?” his speech was labored as he leaned down over her. ”I need your touch…I want you, more than I have anyone else.” He released the grasp on her breast and placed his hand on the ground next to her shoulder as he leaned back in further. While doing so he thrust his fingers deep into her extending them as far as he could.

”Tell me…what…you want.”

Author: Lady in Black, Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2020 11:56 PM, Post Subject: When the Sun and Moon Meet [P, R]

Cilas had somehow made her a mess. Restraining her voice became impossible, as did keeping her body still. She couldn’t stop squirming, arching her back with a moan whenever he sucked or bit her nipple just right. Her hands were lost in his hair, her head pressed against the ground beneath her. She rubbed her knees together awkwardly as if it would shake the throbbing between her legs. The precious area was aching terribly, and she knew why. Her body wanted him to touch her there, it screamed for him to penetrate her. It would not be satisfied until its need was granted. But, that worried her. How could her body crave for what had once harmed her? It was as if it forgot what it felt like to have something tearing her skin as if forced itself inside of her, and how it hurt to have it rub her dry, inner walls vigorously. Would it be different now that she was wet? Did her body somehow naturally know that?

Her moans were replaced by her loud breathing as Cilas pulled away from her nipple. He kissed further up her breast, then her sternum with a series of feather-light kisses. Cilas climbed her, hot breath tingling her flesh. Something soon followed, catching Iona off guard and peaking her curiosity. A large bump pressed against her lower abdomen. Her eyes blinked open to glance down, briefly spotting him pushing his hips on her. Was the bump his… She fought the wave of fear that washed over her from the realization. Once again, she tried to look at the situation differently. He could have forced himself into her by now, but instead he let her know that he was aroused. Perhaps he was trying to help her mentally prepare to take him. Even if she wasn’t certain if it was true, it was a comfort that he sill maintained his thoughtfulness, even which lust taking over his mind and body.

As their lips met, her eyes fluttering closed, her hands slid down his neck before she rearranged her arms to curl around his back. His strong arm held her from beneath, and her hands rubbed his muscles, following his spine up and down. His torso slowly dropped to collide with her own. Her soft breasts and stomach seemingly delicate as twigs next to his firm and powerful body. She was completely at his mercy. If he desired something of her, he could easily take it. His might would easily snap her fragile frame. She shuddered at the thought, both frightened, yet somehow melting even more into his loving touch. That strength of him could just as well be used to protect her, just as she’d seen many times already. The body that pressed against hers and held her could easily harm her, yet it pleased her instead. His moan was a new but wonderful sound that caused her a shiver of pure delight. And then, the hand that remained on her breast removed itself. She kept her lips on his and arms caressing his back, but her mind followed the path his hand took. Down it went, softly sliding her over her belly as it ventured south.

Fear made her heart thump, the image of the hunter sitting between her legs flashing within her mind. She almost broke the kiss, almost told him to stop. But, instead she grabbed his neck and pulled him in for a deeper kiss to hold herself down. Fight it. You will not heal unless you do, she told herself. He went down her thigh, stopping at the knee. His gentle pulling granted him permission to separate her legs, spreading them enough for the cool air to touch her womanhood. Another shiver shook her spine. There was no warning from Cilas before his hand abruptly plunged between her legs. A loud gasp left her, her back arching and pressing her breasts and stomach further against his torso. A wave of heat shot through her as the pressure of his hand pushed on her inner lips. His husky voice cut through her mind, deep, breathless with lust. He wanted her so badly; she could feel it. Yet, he wanted her to want him just as badly. He wasn’t like those hunters who sought only their own pleasure. He wasn’t the same. It warmed her heart. And, in response, she moaned, “Cilas, please, don’t stop.” It was her unclear way of telling him that she did want more, for she knew he would do so unless she stopped him.

It wasn’t how she envisioned it at all. It was better. So, so much better. Feeling him for real was amazing. A steaming, frightening, but enjoyable experience. Two fingers followed the edges of her lips, sliding up until they merged to press down on her central nerve. The tender spot was shocked with intense tingling, causing her to moan. Her arms tightened around his neck as he lowered to bite and suck and lick her neck. He moved in swirls on her nub, then to and fro. And when he rubbed her faster, everything intensified, her moans turning to pitiful cries. Her breathing was rapid, heart beating so fast and hard she wondered if Cilas could hear it. “Please, don’t stop. Don’t-” her breathless words were cut off by another loud moan, “Aahhh, Cilas.” Her back bent in another arch.

Then, his fingers slipped down between her inner lips. Suddenly, she saw the hunter, gazing down at her with a sinister grin. Iona could still feel his fingers penetrating her, wriggling and thrusting inside of her until he added enough fingers to tear her skin further. Her eyes shot open, mouth agape with a pitiful whimper of fear. The closer he came, the faster her heart beat. All of her nerves struggled, screaming for her to scream and fight. Her instincts that tried protecting her back then showed once again. She wriggled anxiously, body trembling from the intense mental fight against her instinct. Finally, her skin stretched as he slid two fingers inside of her. But there was no sting, no pain at all. Her natural fluid that coated his fingers allowed them to enter her with ease. He rose his lips to her ear and whispered to her, his breath making her shiver and freeze. Her eyes stared up at the cloud that covered the moon. Let go. Stop fighting. Submit to your body. Submit to him.

Stop fighting!

She clutched her eyes shut and summoned all the inner strength she had. The same strength that kept her from calling for Cilas when she was being raped and murdered. The strength of her love for him, the courage it gave her to endure all she goes through. His fingers wriggled and writhed inside of her before gingerly pumping in and out. There was still no pain. No pain. It isn’t the same. Submit. Let go, give in.

“Cilas,” she breathed, tilting her head to let her lips brush against his own ear. One hand found itself in his hair once again, while her other scraped her nails down along his powerful shoulder, then rounded to his muscular chest. His skin wasn’t as soft as her, but it was burning just as well. Slowly, ever so slowly, she allowed her hand to be driven by curiosity as it began to feel of him. He wanted to please her, and she wanted to please him as well. She didn’t know how, but she wanted to learn. And that’s when it hit her. The bulge in his pants… That was a pleasurable spot on a male, wasn’t it? It made her nervous to even allow her hand to slide it way down his hard stomach towards it, but it was still restrained by his breeches. It wasn’t the same as flesh on flesh. She wasn’t sure she was ready for that quite yet.

Then, Cilas found something inside of her. Iona cried out from a ripple of pleasure that washed her, telling them both that he’d discovered something special. Her back arched higher than before, pressing his bulge into her palm once her hand finally reached it. She held his head down with surprising strength, and she groped his hardened manhood a tad roughly. A moan followed her cry. It was as if he’d pressed a button that caused her to drop her guard. Her legs attempted to widen further, her hips thrusting to press his fingers further into her. Deeper. A little deeper. But opening herself any further was difficult with him straddling her. Her hands moved to meet at his chest, where she then pushed him gently. “Cilas,” she breathed, moaning shortly after from another thrust into her. “Move… I… I can’t,” her legs tried to widen a second time to finish her sentence. “Please.”

Author: Cilas, Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2020 5:21 PM, Post Subject: When the Sun and Moon Meet [P, R]

Iona finally made a move that told the dragon she wanted it. Her arms lowered, sliding her hands through his hair her nails lightly digging into his scalp, as he sucked, ground and caressed her breast and nipples. Her hands commanded holding his head to where he was and he did all put comply with their orders. Every time he caused a moan to escape her lips it drove him further and further into his lustful desires. His name was called out and her body arched, her knees rising ever so slightly off the ground. He wanted to take her so badly, just to her her moans and his name escape her lips even more.

His pants grew tighter, and the uncomfortable state he was in driving him insane, but he had to endure and sure, oh so surely he hoped he would be reward for his patience. He let go of the nipple he had been working on and kissed the top of her breast as he slide back up, pushing himself against her so that she may know how aroused she had gotten him. His kisses moving up her chest were nothing but feather shot, his hot breath escaping between them as he enjoyed her ever perfect skin.

His arm wrapped underneath her shoulders as he kissed her lips again. His body pressed tightly against hers as he felt her bare skin upon his own. He moaned slight against the kiss, and decided now was the time. He moved his hand off her breast and down her stomach to her thigh and knee as he slowly pushed it away from the other opening her legs up. He was to blindly by his lustful desire to see how she would react before he let his hand drop to her womanhood. He rubbed her with all 4 fingers together, pushing against her lips. He could feel that she had gotten a little wet from him playing with her breasts.

”is this what you had envisioned? Do you crave more, want more, need more?” He whispered softly, hot breath escaping his lips as he broke their kiss. His ring and middle finger moved up the edges of her lips till he hit her nub and he pressed them against it gentle moving them in a swirling motion and switching to a side to side motion the speed changing depending how she cries out to his touch. He leaned over her to the side of the neck he had originally bite and bit down on the tender spot he had before. He sucked on it briefly before letting go and licking at it. He wanted to know what she felt like and after playing with her for a bit his fingers slid down to her opening and he slid his ring and middle finger into her.

A warmth, tightness and wetness washed over his fingers as he reached deep in. He hovered his mouth over her ear, his hot breath grazing past it. ”Lose yourself to me, give me everything.”. He moved his fingers against her as he drew them back out and back in again. His thumb rubbing against her nub as his fingers moved. He was hoping to hit the spot that would cause her to lose herself.

Author: Lady in Black, Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2020 10:49 PM, Post Subject: When the Sun and Moon Meet [P, R]

Her dress was thrown aside, leaving her with no chance of covering herself with it. She took it as a sign that there was no going back. Iona needed to push through—she needed to fight. If not for herself, then for Cilas. The fear which had been planted within her affected him just as much as it did her. She would not hold him back, deny his wishes. His happiness was all that truly mattered in her eyes. He gingerly laid his hands upon her arms and leaned closer. She allowed him to press his head against hers, resisting to pull herself out of his grasp. It would be so simple with how lightly he held. But she wouldn’t. She couldn’t. The husky whisper shook her body with a shiver, and she released a breath shakily. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach and quickly was accompanied by a growing warmth. Her weak knees almost caused her to lose her balance. He wanted to see her. He wanted the sight of her naked body permanently stuck in his mind. Cilas blew on her ear and burned it, a heat which instantly spread throughout her body. Another whimper slipped past her lips as his teeth gently bit down on her earlobe.

Her fear told her not to—it screamed it. Yet, her body reacted the way Cilas wanted it to. Her arms slowly fell as if she’d lost control over them. Her small and humble breasts were exposed to the cool air, allowing her nipples to visibly harden. Even still, Iona could not bring herself to meet his gaze. She quivered lightly from his hands moving around to her back where they then followed the curve of her spine, down, down, down… His lips and teeth met her neck. She gasped louder than before, eyes fluttering closed as she melted into him. He was more fierce this time as he bit and sucked her skin, sending waves of fiery electricity through her veins. A new side of him had been awakened—she could see it clearly. With every move he made, she felt his lust, his primal desire to ravage her, to make her his. And she also felt his restraint. It was as if she was hearing him constantly remind himself to be gentle, not to harm her, or frighten her away. A powerful but gentle beast indeed. Even while he was slowly submitting to the pleasures of their bodies, he remained aware of his every action.

His hands soon found themselves on her bottom. She was groped, then tenderly caressed. Her breathing became huffs as her heart raced and blood pounded. It was like she had been running, but she was not growing weak and weary. No, the adrenaline was pumping, soon overthrowing her fear with excitement and curiosity. Her knees pressed together as if to douse the heat growing between them. She didn’t understand how, but Cilas had successfully brought her enjoyment. The hunters touched her, but not in the same way. They didn’t make her skin tingle, nor did they cause her body to burn and her heart to hammer in her chest like he did. But, would the rest be this way? When Cilas touches her, when he enters her, will the flames burn out? Before she could stop it, a quiet moan left her as he suckled her neck more roughly. Her hands raised and palms were pressed upon his chest. Slender fingers pressed into the cloth of his tunic, scraping with the urge to remove it. The urge to no longer be the only one naked was very sudden, catching her off guard briefly.

Then he stopped. He took heavy breaths as he paused, Iona one more moment to prepare herself. The fear in the back of her mind tried to resurface by bringing up questions, making her wonder what would happen next. Would he lose himself in his lust? Could he maintain his tenderness? Her arms wrapped around his neck when she was lifted into his arms. His steps ripples the water as he carried her to the lakeside. Soon enough, the flickering fire’s warmth reached her, her only external source of heat. Soft, wet grass tickled her back until she was completely laid down beneath Cilas. He took a second to look over her bare body, water trickling down her pale flesh. She pushed down the urge to hide again. Instead, Iona allowed him to examine her, body shivering from it as if his eyes had caressed her like his hands once did. She pulled her knees together, but the gap between her thighs wouldn’t allow her to fully cover herself with the act.

Then, he began lifting his tunic. Instantly, curiosity drove her eyes to his bare torso, wide with amazement. She’d never seen a male’s bare chest and stomach. It became very clear to her how she’d always felt his strength, for what he’d kept hidden were powerful muscles. Each one told her how much he cared for his body, working it and building it. Iona’s watery blue eyes gradually fell down his frame. But her examination was cut short when he moved and straddled her. Her heart thumped in her chest, however her fear finally managed to break through to the surface once again. She was pinned beneath him. Trapped. Restrained. The feeling of helplessness washed over her, just like it had in that cabin. Her breathing quickened as her anxiety grew. So she took a few deep breaths, until she was able to steady herself. He won’t hurt her. He won’t hurt her. He won’t…

He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. She forced her eyes shut. Not to force out the feeling of his touch like she had with the hunters, but instead to focus on it. She wanted to pay close attention to everything he does to her, and spot the difference between his ministrations and those she’d already experienced. His lust drove him, but she still noticed his tenderness as he ran his hands up her sides, leaving burning, tingling flesh in their wake. They rose to her arms, and pulled them over her head. And, as he brought them back down, brushing her with his nails, a deep groan from him sent a shiver down her back. She kept her arms in place while he repositioned himself. A few moments of nothing passed. Curiosity and, admittedly, impatience reopened her eyes for Iona to see Cilas staring down at her breasts. It was then that she started becoming very aware of how small her bosom was. It reminded her of the hunter’s words: “I like them bigger. They were an eyesore.” She couldn’t suppress her wonder if Cilas felt the same, or if he didn’t mind. He lifted his hand and caressed one of the scars he’d discovered. She flinched at the touch unintentionally, and then their eyes locked.

She held his gaze while his hand dropped down her figure, flesh tingling until he reached her mid waist. Then, it rose back up. Cilas groped a single breast, taking the whole mound into his large, warm palm. Iona’s mouth gaped as she drew in a sharp breath. He leaned down and kissed her beneath her collarbone and added another kiss, further down, making his way to her unattended breast. He hovered over her nipple, allowing his breath to burn the tender spot. It was teasing, making her bodily urge long for him. It was a little frightening. When he finally planted his lips upon her, she gasped at the intense, burning, electrical sensation. He built on her urge further by circling her pink nipple with a trail of kisses. His tongue followed suit, wetting her sensitive flesh. A whimper escaped her as her legs pressed closer together. A fire blazed within her, growing in her stomach and between her thighs. There was a craving that accompanied it, an ache, a throb that begged for him to touch her further below. Her body released a liquid she was unfamiliar with, which trickled down to the grass below her. Was this how her body was meant to react?

His tongue flicked her nipple briefly before he took its entirety into his mouth. At the pressure from the first suck, a moan sounded from her. Her back arched just a tad, and she finally moved her arms. Her hands found themselves in his hair, nails digging lightly into his scalp as a way of keeping him from moving away from her breasts. His teeth gently ground her, his fingers pinching her other nipple. She found herself moaning again from it all, and then yet again when he switched to give her other breast the same beautiful attention from his mouth. Iona was beginning to squirm a little, her knees bending into the air. “Mmm, Cilas,” she moaned.

Author: Cilas, Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2020 9:11 AM, Post Subject: When the Sun and Moon Meet [P, R]

It did not take long for Iona to shield her bare bosom from him and to bring her knees closer together. She was afraid, and he did not blame her for such a thing, after all, that she had been through even getting as far as this was something he did not foresee. He tossed the discarded dress up onto the shore and placed his hands upon her upper arms. He could feel the goosebumps on her delicate skin. She was afraid, and it was his job to show her what the touch of a true lover was, to break down the iron fortress that she built up. He could not rush it, this much he knew, she had to give herself to him and he would wait no matter how long it took.

He leaned over, the side of his head pressing against hers. ”You need not hide from me,” his words a soft whisper lined with lust into her close ear, ”I want to take all of your beauty in. I want it burnt into my mind.” He blew his hot breath into her ear as he went and bit the lobe of her ear softly. His words and actions seemed to be the key though as her arms slowly moved away from her chest. Had she herself given into the primal lust that Cilas had already fallen into? His hands moved from her arms back around her, his finger tracing her spine all the way down. It was unbelievable to him how soft and smooth her bare flesh was, and it only made him crave her more. He went after her neck again, as he did on the other side a little more fierce than before but still gently enough.

His hands once again found their way to her bare bottom, as he grabbed and caressed her cheeks in his hand as he continued to suck upon her neck. The sounds escaping her caused him to grab harder, just so he could hear them more. He finally released her neck to take a breath himself, his breathing labored more as he was driven by his primal desires. They couldn’t stay in the water that much he knew. So he stepped to the side a little as he bent over his hands releasing the grasp one sliding up and the other down. He swiftly lifted her from her feet as she lay in his arms and slowly he moved from the water to the shore.

He knelt to lay her upon the damp grass close enough to the fire to feel its warmth. He allowed his eyes to look over her body before reach over his head and pulling his own tunic off. He dropped it to the side and straddled over her, leaning down to kiss her lips again. He let her hands this time explore his bare chest and arms. Even though the discomfort of his erect member pressed against his pants, he knew it wasn’t time to strip completely he would let her be the one to do that when she was ready.

He ran his hands up her sides up beneath her armpits and slowly pushed her arms up above her head. He kissed her deeply letting out a small groan himself, as he traced back down her outstretched arms with just the tips of his nails. Scooting back of her waist he broke the kiss once more and looked down at her exposed breast. He could see the slight scars that lined the side. He placed a finger softly over the top of the scar and followed it down. He looked back up into her sapphire eyes. His curious hand moving down her stomach to the navel before slowly sliding back up this time taking her breast into his hand. He leaned over and kissed the area above her bosom. He kissed down to her other breast, his mouth hovered over her stiffened nippled. Light kisses followed around the tender flesh around it before he let his tongue circle it.

The tip of his tongue flicked it and then he put his mouth around it sucking on it, his teeth grinding softly on it. Her body was reacting in ways that he wanted it to, as the hand caressing her other breast pinched the other side. A few moments later he switched mirroring what he had done to one side to the other.

Author: Lady in Black, Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2020 12:24 AM, Post Subject: When the Sun and Moon Meet [P, R]

Iona watched, motionless, as Cilas approached her. Once again he reminded her of something he’d once said, a warning he laid out for her when they first met. On that fateful night beneath the full moon, just like now. When he took her through the town of Blackmore and explained how inappropriate the townsfolk were acting. It seemed long in the past now, as if years went by to get to this point. But in reality, it hadn’t. And now, he was correcting himself by admitting he hadn’t told her the whole truth. Perhaps he feared telling her back then because it would have been easy for her simple and oblivious mind to misunderstand and be fooled. Such a thing could have resulted in her being taken advantage of. For a Wisp that knew not what love it was he spoke of, all it would have taken was for someone to say ‘I love you’, and they would’ve had her. But now she understood, and she wasn’t so simply deceived. He was telling her that they were in love, that it was alright for them to partake in such activities together. It made her heart flutter yet dread filled it all the same. He continued as he moved closer, and he raised his hand to gently slide it through her silver tresses. Her breathing paused as she watched him bring a few strands up to his face and breath in its scent.

Thump.

When his silver eyes opened to look upon her once again, her breath hitched, for his hand was placed on her waist. A shiver crawled down her back like the legs of a spider, and her knees wobbled. She was not so blind as to not see where he was going. And she was afraid, very afraid. It had hurt to have those men inside of her, touching her without any intention of being gentle. Cilas was surely different—a powerful dragon he might be, but not once had he harmed her in any way. Every touch brought her warmth and joy, not pain and cold fear. Whether or not it felt differently to have him take pleasure in her body than it did with the hunters, she wasn’t sure. But she couldn’t help being curious either way. She would never know if she never gave him a chance. His hand caused her more shivers when it moved along her frame, slowly and gently rising and falling. Even his whisper, the hotness of his breath touching her skin as he leaned in made her nearly lose her balance.

Thump.

Cilas closed the space between them with a kiss far different from all others they’ve had. His tongue slipping past her lips was a surprise that almost caused her to shy away, but she didn’t. Albeit a muffled hum escaped her, almost as if she had intended to speak but couldn’t bring herself to break the kiss to do so. Her eyes fluttered closed. The warmth in her chest started to slowly spread. And the moment he pulled her body against his, her arms lifted to loosely wrap around his own waist. Her slender fingers curled to grip the fabric of his tunic for a false sense of stability. Then he broke the kiss, allowing her to shakily release a breath. Cilas’ lips moved to tend to her jawline, each touch like fire against her skin. Her heart beat louder, the sound reaching her ears as he dropped his head and kissed her neck. A small whimper slipped past her lips at the electrical feeling. It was like his lips had the power to ignite every nerve beneath her skin. She never expected such a simple thing to feel so intense, and so glorious. Her fear moved to the back of her mind, preventing her from being able to stop him. In fact, most thoughts seemed to gradually fade away. Was this the fog of lust?

His teeth met with the flesh on her neck and pressed. She gasped, her body tensing. In response to his firm bite, yet maintaining a gentleness that prevented any harm, her grip on his waist tightened. He proceeded to suckle the skin, making her blood rush to the spot. The touch on her arm was slow and careful as his hand rose to the top of her sleeve. She titled her head towards the arm that was gradually exposed, the cloth sliding down her limb. He dropped his head to take his wonderful lips and their kisses to her shoulder and arm. She released her grip on him to give him access down to her hand. Something inside her was ignited. Her blood raced through her veins, spreading heat across her body as quick as wildfire.

And then, he stopped kissing her.

Curiosity opened her eyes. She was met with Cilas’ silver gaze looking down at her momentarily, until he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against her own. It gave them both a second to breath. And, it gave Iona time to prepare for what she had seen coming. His hands moved in unison to wrap around her waist before their lips were dancing together once again. She melted into the kiss. Using her tongue was not something she was accustomed to, but she performed her best by mimicking Cilas. Her eyes had closed for a second time. But his hands—their naughtiness was very evident, even while she was drowning in his scent and touch. They snaked their way down her back and over her round bottom, only stopping once they reached her thighs. Instantly, fear struck her. The fire within almost turned cold with the sensation of the hunters forcing her legs apart and touching her. But Cilas did no such thing. She managed to resist her urge to move away from him long enough to be pulled closer and upwards. Her body clashed against his. Her delicate figure was soft like a pillow in comparison to his strong and sturdy frame. She lifted her arms to curl them around his neck, aiding with keeping her close to Cilas.

He broke the kiss again and released his hold on her. She abruptly dropped back to her feet, the water beneath her splashing quietly. He took hold of her dress, and her eyes lifted to gaze into his. The uncertainty was clear on her face as her fear rose and she fought it. He gradually lifted her dress, up, up, up. She broke their eye contact to stare at his chest. It was becoming harder to look at him the more he exposed her. Fear stilled her, yet, when the time came, she lifted her arms for him to completely remove the dark dress. The wet half drizzled water onto her pale flesh, streaming down and glinting under the moonlight. Her skin formed tiny bumps without the piece of clothing there to protect it from the wind. Her heart was hammering, and her face flushed. Then, her embarrassment grew too great. Instinct drove her arms to cross over her bare chest to shield herself from his eyes, her knees drawing closer together. She trembled lightly, although she couldn’t tell if it was caused by fear, nervousness, or excitement.

Author: Cilas, Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2020 7:51 PM, Post Subject: When the Sun and Moon Meet [P, R]

He looked down at his reflection in the water, he had never seen himself smile as much as he did now. Even her simple presence brought him happiness that he never thought he would have. His heartfelt full, almost overflowing and yet lighter than the air itself. She joined him in the cold waters, the water itself barely even moving as she entered it. It was almost as if it welcomed her to its grasp. He remembered her telling him that water was the closest thing to the spirit realm, perhaps it still could sense what she was. She then answered the question he had asked and even his cheeks got red at it.

It was them

He rubbed the back of his head as she couldn’t finish the statement fully. He didn’t know if was from the embarrassment of even seeing that or cause of what had happened to her. She tried to brush it aside, but Cilas caught the glimpse of sadness in her eyes especially when the smile faded from her lips. Why was she sad that she didn’t want to talk about it? Did she, did she actually want to experience that what she saw? So many questions filled Cilas mind that he just didn’t know how to respond to her. He did not even know what felt right to do.

He walked over to her, standing only a couple of inches away. ”Back when we first met, you saw the men and women all over themselves. I told you to hide, to let no one see,” His words once again talking about something of the past, ”No one besides the one you love is what I should have said.” He moved closer even closer to her. ”Those in love crave each other. The warmth of their bodies, being held, no longer feeling alone,” He ran his hand tenderly down through her hair as he brought a few strands up to his nose, ”Even the smell they leave behind.” He said and closed his eyes and took a breath in.

He opened his eyes again and put a hand on her slender waist, his hand running up and down the curve of her body. ”The crave everything about them… He whispered and leaned in to kiss her, far more passionately than any kiss before. The hand on her waist moved around to the small of her back as he pulled her into him. He broke the kiss on her lips to kiss down her jawline and down her neck. His mind was slowly fading to lust. He bit at her neck firmly but gently sucking a little. He waited to see if his advances were rejected but no sign of that came yet.

He ran his other hand up her arm, pulling down the sleeve of her dress. He let her neck go and proceeded to kiss the exposed flesh softly, like a brush of a feather across it. His nose picking up nothing but her natural scent of lavender and pine, intoxicating him. He stopped kissing her and leaned back up his eyes staring into hers as he rested his forehead against hers. Bot of his hands this time around her waist. It didn’t take long before he kissed her again, tongues dancing with each other’s as his hands moved from her waist down over his covered cheeks. When they reached the bass of her legs he gripped firmly pulling her up and against him.

He knew no strings held her dress against her, he broke the kiss with her as he let go and grabbed the fabric of her dress rather and pulled it up and over her head. Her naked figure now stood before him as the water from the lower end of the dress fell upon her. It glistened upon her skin from the moonlight and soaking her hair as it pressed against her shoulders and face.

Author: Lady in Black, Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2020 10:28 PM, Post Subject: When the Sun and Moon Meet [P, R]

Iona tensed when Cilas’ voice spoke up. She wondered briefly how he was able to guess she’d had another vision. Perhaps he learned how to notice by now, after she’d already had so many. Staring off, seeming lost in thought could have been a dead giveaway, she supposed. Her arms tightened around herself, her face turning away when his approaching footfalls sounded. Unable to lie, or even hide the truth, she nodded, confirming that she had indeed seen another vision. Inwardly, she hoped he would not notice her flushed cheeks. If he asked, she would be forced to tell him what she had seen. It was too embarrassing for her, and she feared it would seem more like her imagination than a vision she can’t control.

Cilas removed his cloak and set it upon the ground, then walked out into the water. Iona hoped he would turn his attention to the scenery instead, or even comment on how beautiful the water was. But her heart dropped when, instead, he mentioned she had once acted this way. Face flushed, her embarrassment too great to even look at him. She supposed the first time he didn’t have much reason to question what happened, probably assuming it was just a dream since she had been sleeping at that time. But now, she was awake, and it happened again. Too much to be a coincidence, she guessed. The sound of water rippling sounded and drew her eyes up to view Cilas standing ahead, his silver pools watching her. Then, her heart thumped, and the redness in her face spread to her ears and neck. Her eyes widened, as if she had seen something embarrassing but was too shocked to avert her gaze. How did he know?!

Her eyes dropped to the water before her feet, humiliation washing over her like a powerful wave. How could he have guessed what the vision was? Was it that obvious? Perhaps avoiding his gaze with a flushed face made it apparent the vision involved him, and it was less than modest. It wasn’t just a lucky guess—it was brilliant observation mixed with knowledge. Iona took in a deep breath and released it shakily. Reluctantly, she unlocked the brooch holding her cloak together and allowed it to slide off her shoulders. It piled on the ground around her legs, and then she stepped into the water. Her movements were so smooth and slow that the cold liquid made no sound, the little ripples glistening under the moonlight when a cloud finally uncovered it. He lifted his gaze to look at the beautiful light in the sky, his lips forming a soft smile. In response to his words, she finally forced herself to gaze upon his handsome face, her hands loose fists over her thrumming heart.

“I remember,” she muttered, her lips forming a loving smile of her own as she recalled that night. All she had wanted was for him to be happy. She had intended on leaving him so she wouldn’t hold him back, only to learn that she was all he wanted. Even during this moment her heart fluttered and warmed. “I… I did see us,” Iona finally responded, albeit hesitantly. “It was only a moment, but… the image was very clear. You and I were…” her voice trailed off, eyes blinking away for a moment as she took another breath to steady her nerves. It was not only an embarrassing subject, but also a difficult one for her. Her only sexual experience was a horrible one that caused her such pain. It wasn’t clear to her how people enjoyed the activity so much, but she knew it was loved anyway. It is meant to bring pleasure to those involved. She wasn’t sure if it was her, or the method the hunters chose that made it anything but enjoyable. Either way, she wanted to learn how it’s meant to be, learn how to fight her fear so that she may heal.

She shook her head and smiled sadly at him, “I am certain it was nothing more than a figment of my imagination. We need not put too much thought into it.” Her smile vanished at her own words. Once again, she could bring herself to ask him about it. She was turning out to be quite the coward.

Author: Cilas, Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2020 5:24 PM, Post Subject: When the Sun and Moon Meet [P, R]

Cilas decided to head back to Iria after the events unfolded in The Gardens. His journey back was not alone though as fate had decided to reunite him with her, Iona, the woman who now held his heart and he hears. He knew that going back to that city would probably be one of the biggest hurdles for her, but he would stand by her side and be her light through the darkness so as long as she allowed it. If he did not have his own business to finish up in Iria, he would not have brought her there.

Though he wanted her to go there, to allow her eyes to see that city again. To allow her heart and soul to start healing.

Once they arrived he took her through the city once again, so that way she may retrace the steps she once had walked. He even took her back to the tavern she had once worked, those who knew she was gone had looks of surprise and disbelief on their faces when they laid eyes on her again. He helped Iona collect the things that were left there and then moved on. That tavern, and that room she once called a home was something she did need to leave behind. Something in his mind told him that room would just cause her fears to escalate. He brought her with him to the Academy where she could stay and even hone her magic if she wished.

Months had passed and he had finally found a lead in a lost scroll. Just as soon as they had got there Cilas had them back into the open air again. He had felt guilty about it but Iona seemed to not mind as long as she was with him. Their new journey would lead them to Kurayo home to the forgotten and tossed aside. At least that that was their final destination, Cilas had another plan though and led them more north and out of the main path to the forgotten island.

Closer they got to their destination, the further the temperature dropped and the more the grass around them turned to a golden auburn. Jasmine lake, the land of eternal fall. He wanted to take Iona to a more romantic spot, as he knew the academy wasn’t the best spot. Night had soon fallen upon them when they reached the northern end of the lake. The crash of the nearby waterfall could be heard, and the mist in the air was illuminated by the flow of the full moon. Iona walked over to the water's edge to look at the waterfall as Cilas made camp for the two of them.

He noticed when the breeze picked up Iona got a little more unnerved and he barely managed to glimpse the bright red that stood out upon her cheeks. ”Was it another vision?” he asked resting his arm upon his knee as he stared into the fire he finally got lit. He closed his eyes and finally stood up and walked over to where she was. Of course he was careful with his movements, like he had been as to not frighten her. He stopped next to her and looked over at her before he took of his cloak and gently placed it on the ground and waded into the water so it came up to mid shin. He took a deep breath in, the cold waters piercing through his leather boots and pant legs.

”You acted this way on the airship…same bright red cheeks and flustered body.” he spoke softly, he no longer doubted her vision as she spoke about Cilas holding someone dear who had died, and those exact events happened when she passed. He turned his body to the side to face her. ”Was it about us…you know…intimately” it was not like he had not thought about it, he had. He had wished for it at times even. But with what she went through he never acted on impulses. He would have been fine with her kiss and holding her, things which she didn’t fear him for.

He looked up at the moon again and a slight smile appeared on his face. ”My wish was granted you know, to be able to tell you I love you and you love me back…remember on that day? My love I will always give you.”

Author: Lady in Black, Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2020 12:06 AM, Post Subject: When the Sun and Moon Meet [P, R]

They had returned to Iria after Iona was finally reunited with Cilas at the Hanging Gardens. The city held bad memories for the maiden, making it emotionally trying to walk its streets once more. Only, this time Cilas remained by her side, protecting her, and comforting her. He explained that their stay would only be temporary, for all he needed was to find the location of a special magical artifact he wishes to obtain. He believed to have discovered the place of its location, but more research was in order to be sure they weren’t to be sent on a wild goose chase. Iona stayed at the Academy with him, aiding in every way that she could, although she was not entirely certain what they were looking for. And, she supposed it was good that they had returned to the city. Cilas took her to the tavern she had once worked at to ensure her fellow workers and friends that she was alright—it was quite a shock to everyone. Saeldor accompanied them to Iria, but he was called away shortly after their arrival. Before he had left he had assured her and Cilas they would cross paths once again soon enough, but said no more and answered no questions.

Iona and Cilas stayed in the city for many months. Until, Cilas finally found what he was looking for. Supposedly the artifact could be found in ruins within a city known as Kurayo. They began their journey as swiftly as possible, choosing to go by foot just as before. Iona was grateful for the long trek, as it was the perfect opportunity for her and Cilas to grow closer without research becoming their main discussion. Iona had longed for it since the Hanging Gardens. However, parts of her still seemed to be fearful after what the hunters had done to her. Most of the time, she had no issue with him touching her, or even kissing her. Being held within his strong arms was one of her favorite things to do. But whenever she was caught by surprise, her mind instantly jumped to assumptions that she was being attacked again. He couldn’t stand behind her without her fearing she would be forced upon.

And, such fear often made her wonder. She knew she couldn’t remain afraid forever—as Saeldor said, she needed to choose whether to heal or not, and in order to heal, she must fight her fear. Iona did not want her fear to strip Cilas of his options—she didn’t want to deny him anything. Not his needs, and not his pleasures. Iona wanted to build the courage to talk to him about it, so that she may learn what he desires from their relationship, or if he was content with how it was. But, something always held her tongue whenever she tried asking him, and he hardly brought it up. Even now, he keeps his distance and is careful when he touches her. She knew he must have been waiting to see what she wanted, if she was ready, or even willing, for something more. She did, she truly did. If not to face her fear, then it was to be as close to him as she possibly could. It would be a learning experience for both of them, especially her, and she loved learning about Cilas.

Along their way to Kurayo, they arrived at a beautiful and large lake, known as Jasmuin Lake. The surrounding area was absolutely fantastic, a pallet of reds and oranges and yellows. The air had a permanent chill to the breeze, as if promising summer was finishing and winter was on its way. But it wasn’t—the area was trapped in endless autumn. Fallen leaves danced to the ground and swooshed with the soft breeze as it swept by. They made their way up north, until the sound of a waterfall reached their ears. By the time the beautiful running water came into view, night had fallen, and they decided to stop for the night. The sky was dotted with a few clouds, with some covering the light of the brilliant full moon occasionally, hiding it entirely from sight. Iona took in a deep breath of the autumn air as she stood by the lakes edge. Her arms were crossed over her breast, keeping her cloak closed around her torso. A soft smile was on her lips, her eyes gazing at the waterfall.

Then, the breeze swept over her, carrying the scent of the wet rocks and the fresh water. Something flashed in her mind, yet another image. It was one she’d seen before, of her and Cilas. They kissed passionately, their naked bodies colliding. It was only a heartbeat before it vanished, but it caused Iona to burn as a shiver shook her spine. Her cheeks were warm, and she bit her lip to keep from making any sounds. Iona refused to turn and face Cilas, fearing he would see her reddened face.