“You trust me, right?" There was a gentle smile playing upon his face. I watched as he offered his hand to me, his fingers splayed. "Come on. I won't bite, at least, this time."

I had to laugh at his comment; it covered my nervousness as I slipped my hand into his waiting one. The fingers were long and slender and again, like the first time I touched his hand months ago, I felt the power radiate along them. I sighed, letting him pull me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist, and squeezing me tightly.

I wrapped my arms around his slender waist, smiling as I laid my head upon his shoulder. I couldn't believe I was going to do this. It still seemed so wrong, but the divorce papers were on the way to Rosa, so I had, really, nothing to worry about.

I slowly felt him pull back from me, those slender hands coming to rest upon my shoulders. I know my face was red when he leaned forward, searching my eyes. He brushed a few strands of my hair out of my face before he leaned close to me, whispering into my ear.

"I want this to be special for you. I want you to feel no pain." I looked deeply into his azure gaze and smiled tentatively up at him.

I took a deep breath. "I have a feeling that it will hurt, Cecil, but not as badly as my first time." I shivered as I felt his hand gently caress my face, his fingers tendering touching my cheek and slipping into my hair.

"I wish that your past could have been different. I wish that you had known pleasure first before he wounded, drugged and raped you. I wish that now would be both of our firsts." He leaned down, gently brushing his lips across my cheek. "You must tell me if I hurt you, or you don't like what I'm doing. I don't want to do anything that hurts you or makes you uncomfortable. I want you to feel pleasure, and not hate when someone touches you, and I am glad you chose me." His feathery white hair drifted in his face, and I reached out, tucking it behind his ear.

I gave him a genuine smile. "Agreed." I looked around at his chambers wide eyed as if seeking what to do next. That particular problem was solved for me as Cecil bent forward, tenderly touching his lips to mine.

I sighed into his mouth; tentatively pushing back against them as I felt his hands slide down to my waist, gently curling around me there. My right hand came to rest upon his chest, feeling his beating heart and his breathing, while my left came up to gently touch his face.

His kisses were gentle as they claimed mine repeatedly, tenderly caressing mine before they started to wander across my cheeks, over my nose, across my forehead, and over my eyes. I felt the soft, silky touch of his hair upon my face as he gently kissed my ear, cautiously taking the lobe into his mouth.

I started at that and released a soft moan, never feeling such tenderness in my life. I felt his tongue gently trace it before freeing it, continuing the soft, open-mouthed kisses down my throat. Again, they were gentle, tender, and soft as they roamed my throat. He placed a lingering kiss at the hollow of my throat before placing kisses upon the other side of my neck, repeating each thing done.

His lips claimed mine again, only this time, they were a little more ardent in the pressure. I pushed back, giving into my impulse. I wanted to taste every bit of his flesh, and wanted to know the types of noises I could wring from his throat. I had never been like this before, but my days of sitting passively while someone spoke of joining were over. I told Cecil before that I wanted to achieve perfection beneath his slender body, and I meant every word that I whispered that night so long ago. I knew he was mine, and I was his. I knew that without a doubt when I soul-bonded with him to keep him alive after his suicide attempt. I knew then that I could, nay, never love another.

The gods like to play with mortals' lives, matching them up with people. I've no clue who did this for me, who forced my spirit towards this lovely Paladin, but I needed to thank them.

I was drawn out of my thoughts when I felt a gentle hand rubbing my back as his lips slanted over mine, becoming possessive. I shivered in pleasure and pushed my self against him, my lips becoming rougher, more passionate.

We had shared kisses many times before, but none that equaled the tender passion that filled us at the moment. Now that he had drawn a response from me, his kisses became tender again, gently claiming my mouth, just barely touching mine.

I gave a soft cry as I felt one of his hands come up to gently caress my shoulder. I could feel the warmth of his palm through the sheer fabric of the silver dress, making me sigh in appreciation. Through all the kisses, my eyes remained closed until he pulled back, his beautiful blue gaze watching me.

"You are lovely," he whispered as he kissed my forehead. He pulled back again, gazing at me, studying my features. "Look at you." His gaze drifted down my body, then back up to my face. "Your beauty is astounding. Your heart is pure, your spirit is pure, and your soul is pure."

I opened my mouth to protest, but I felt his finger gently come down to stop the words.

"I can see your soul clearly now that we're bonded. You cannot deny that. I see what you refuse to see. I see the passionate soul that first caught my attention. That wounded little child that needed someone to hold her, that innocent young maiden who was beaten, abused and rutted upon until she nearly died from her loss of blood and innocence. I love all of them." My eyes went wide at this and he smiled gently at me. "You are beautiful, Aryun. Do not try to deny this to yourself or to me. You are very, very beautiful, and I love everything I see within you and of you. I see your gentle heart, your compassionate spirit, and your loving soul. I see within you and see someone I wish to nurture my children. I see a person that I wish to spend eternity with, if that is possible, and if it is not, then I shall be content to know that when I die, I leave behind a beautiful, caring, loving person who I know loved me. I would wish that the universe had you so that you can continue to brighten others lives."

I felt the tears seep down my face as I heard his simply put feelings, and I flung my arms around his neck, crying into his shoulder. I felt his arms wrap around me, holding me tightly as I sobbed, my face lying in the crook of his neck. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that I would be loved, could be loved. This simple knight, this Paladin who had been through hell and back for love, finds that he never loved the person, but loved another. That other was I.

He held me until my tears subsided and all I could do was to hold on to him. I felt him gently push me back, looking at me with gentle eyes before brushing his fingers across my tears. “Do not cry, my Angel. It is how I feel, and I know, deep in your soul, you feel the same.” He leaned forward, brushing his lips across the trails of my tears, tendering taking them away. “From now on, Aryun, you should only cry for joy. Never again for sorrow.” His lips brushed mine softly before whispering, “Never again.”

My eyes closed as he pushed his lips against mine, far more unrestrained than before. I shivered against him as I kissed him back passionately. I felt a gentle flick against my lips and pulled back, looking at him. He laughed and claimed my mouth again, doing the same thing. I returned the favor and I felt his tongue touch mine. I shivered as our tongues sparred as our bodies had before, gently touching. This time, unlike our normal stalemates, Cecil’s experience was more than my own and I felt his tongue gently enter my mouth, caressing there as well. I let out a soft moan as he touched my lips with his tongue before slipping in again. Soon, I got the hang of this new play and returned the favor, cause him to groan in appreciation.

He pulled back slightly, smiling. “I can see why Nicodemus liked you as his student. You learn very well.” He placed a soft kiss upon my lips. “And I shall enjoy teaching you the ways of joining.” He caught my lips again, his tongue finding entry into my mouth, and this continued for many minuets.

Finally, he swept me up in his arms, carrying me over to his large bed. I had slept there many times before, but never had anything happened there. It was always during the middle of the night, when it was at it’s coldest, would he wrap me up in his arms, pulling me close and warming my chilled body. His was the first touch I had willingly accepted unconditionally when we first met. I never flinched or pulled back from his touch. It was odd, and I knew that this would happen. I was at ease with it. We had tormented each other for far too long, and now, we would finally take that last, ultimate step.

He bent down, gently laying me upon the soft covers as he sat down beside me, his gaze raking my form. I smiled shyly as I brought my hands to rest upon his shoulders. I saw him smile before snaring my lips again in a tender trap.

I sighed as I felt his left hand trail down from my cheek to gently rest upon my breast. I made a soft noise deep in my throat as his hand gently started to hesitantly touch me. I brought my hand over his, gently reassuring him. My fingers delicately caressed the back of his hand, as he became sure that he wasn’t causing me discomfort. I felt that soft, warm hand knead my breast through my gown as I gave a soft moan into his mouth. I felt his left hand gently caress my cheek as our tongues sparred ardently.

I think he was surprised by my response, that it was so wanton, so abandoned. I wasn’t normally like this, and he knew that. It made this moment all the more special. His wonderful, strong, warrior hands caressed me as tenderly as I knew they would hold a child. His soft, insistent touch upon my right breast drew my nipple into a taught bud, hardening under his deft stroking. I felt his left hand leave my cheek to prop himself up as he rained kisses down on my throat, gently nipping at my flesh. I gasped as I felt his teeth nip my skin, and gave a soft moan when his tongue licked the spot.

I sighed when I felt his right hand abandon my breast, but it brushed my throat and slowly started to unbutton the front of the dress. I gasped as I felt his hand upon the skin that no other, save I, had touched in a thousand years or more. One by one, the buttons came loose until the dress gaped open from my neck to my waist. The warmth of his hand upon my flesh was a pleasure I had never imagined.

My breathing sped up slightly as I felt the tips of his fingers explore the flesh my dress had hidden. They were soft as they flowed down from my collarbone, sliding between my breasts before gently touching the right one. I felt his lips gently brushing against the hollow of my throat again as his hand tenderly slipped around my breast, holding it within his hand.

The hands were warm, mostly smooth with very few calluses upon them. I knew that the pads of his fingers were sensitive; I had teased him that way many times before. I felt myself panting as his fingertips found my nipple, rolling it carefully between his thumb and forefinger. After he had made it harden, he kneaded my breast, tightening a hidden wire between my breasts and my nether regions. It was a strange sensation, but not unpleasant. It was very pleasant, as I had felt it the last time Cecil and I had kissed for a long while.

I barely felt it when he moved over me to lie upon his left side beside me, but I noticed that his right hand now toyed with my left breast, teasing it. I cried out in shock when I felt his soft mouth claim my nipple. He stopped and looked up at me through his mop of silver-white hair.

I gave him a trembling smile and shook my head. “No. You’re not hurting me . . . you just surprised me.” My voice was roughened in passion, and I never knew my voice could be like that. I never thought my body could feel such pleasure either. I tangled my fingers in his long white hair, and gently stroked the back of his neck. His eyes closed and he shivered against me, slowly going back to what he was doing.

He was tender as his lips roamed over one of my breasts. Personally, I always saw them as large, but he seemed to enjoy them. That was all that mattered, right? No. I felt his mouth claim my nipple again, this time, knowing that my gasp was of pleasure. I knew he understood that through the bond. I knew that my response meant more to him than his own.

I shuddered when I felt his lips trail over to the other breast, and repeated his caresses there. What was better than his mouth was the feather soft touch of his long hair as he bent over me. It brushed against my skin, making me shiver at the thought of feeling that hair against my whole body.

I had the vaguest knowledge of what my body was doing. I understood the principal; after all, I had many years in which to study. His long play at my breasts left me breathless and shivering. I felt like melting into the covers, but I knew that wouldn’t happen, nor would I want it to happen.

I gave soft little gasps when I felt his hands slip lower, gently unbuttoning the last of the silver buttons, and they gently touched the flesh of my waist. I moaned slightly when I felt him trap my knees between his legs as he slowly rose over me, allowing both of his hands to play along my flesh. His slender hands cupped both of my breasts before they roamed further. Shivering slightly in fear, my hands trembled as they rested upon his shoulders, making little circles there. I felt his mouth move down, kissing all the exposed flesh, gently running his tongue along my ribs.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. As I had said, I have never felt this way before, and I enjoyed it. I trembled as I felt his hands knead into my waist, slowly running them from my breasts down to my hips, sort of a calming gesture. I reminded myself that this was not Faxon and this wasn’t that night long ago. This was my Paladin. My gentle, tender Paladin. I knew to the depths of my soul that he wouldn’t harm me, and yet my body still trembled.

I felt him shift lower, his legs braced over my knees as I felt his mouth dip lower onto my stomach, gently kissing my hips, making me laugh slightly. I relaxed my body, concentrating on nothing save for the feelings that his hands and his mouth were evoking. The muscles of my stomach clenched as his tongue gently lapped my flesh around my navel. I gave a soft cry, my head falling to the side when I felt his teeth nip at my stomach, a string that lay within there strained all the more.

I gave a sharp cry as I felt his fingers gently brush the soft mound of hair at the apex of my thighs. This time, though, he did not stop, but he knew through our bond that it was shock. He repeated his caress, his mouth branding the skin of my stomach. I panted, feeling something, something just out of my reach. I don’t know what it was, but the feeling subsided when I felt his fingers move away as he rolled back over on his side, freeing my legs.

I was shaking when I felt those fingers brush against me again, and my legs parted of their own volition. I felt my left leg move so far as to allow my foot to move off the bed, hanging from the knee down. I felt his left arm come up to support my neck and I rolled my head over to look at him. There was a soft smile upon his lovely features and he softly claimed my lips in a tender kiss. Such was his way, I’d found out. He was a very tender hearted man. Every touch, every caress was the softest touch in the world. I wonder if he ever had the heart to be rough. I put the thought out of my mind when I felt his tongue caress my lips, wanting admittance. I opened my mouth and sparred with him as I felt his fingers brush against me yet again, but with more pressure, searching.

I gasped and moaned as I felt his fingers find my clitoris. I may have been unversed in the ways of joining, but at least I knew the names of my parts. I shivered as he stroked the small bud, making me moan yet again. I felt his left hand gently caress my shoulder as he continued to kiss me, infusing me with his honeyed sweetness. I cried out as I felt his fingers dip lower becoming slick with my wetness, my right hand wrapping around his neck, holding his lips to mine as I became more aggressive in the kiss. My left hand came down to rest upon the arm that was stretched down to play with my nether regions.

I felt him pull me closer to his body and I stilled slightly as I felt his hardened sword against my thigh. I shuddered as I felt his fingers gently tracing me, taking my moisture and rubbing upon my clitoris. I could feel his emotions through the bond and was happy. My response is what he wanted, and he wanted me to moan, to cry out, because through this, he knew he was doing a good job of pleasing me. He clasped me to him closer as his kisses became harder, more possessive. I let out a long, low cry into his mouth when I felt a soft, questing finger slip into me slowly. The finger gently parted my depths, testing my wetness. I could do nothing but dig my nails into his shoulder, allowing him to do as he willed. My head fell back, panting and moaning, as I felt him place some very soft kisses upon my exposed neck.

I was shivering and crying out as his finger slowly, and smoothly withdrew and repeated the slow taking of my flesh. Not only did I feel one of his fingers, but also I felt a second join the first and I groaned again, panting as they smoothly entered me, parting my flesh. My right hand clutched his back, my nails scoring the flesh, and I felt him wince slightly against my throat. My left hand clung to his shoulder as I felt his muscles tense as he moved his fingers within me.

Again I felt that feeling, like something just out of my reach return, and this time it stayed as his fingers intensified it all. The string within my belly grew very taught, like one twang and it would snap. I was confused as to these feelings, and I had no idea of where they were going, I just knew that I didn’t want his fingers to stop touching me. They slowly teased me, torturing me with their slow, repeated penetrations. This felt far different than with Faxon. He was brutal, seeking his own passions, seeking to hurt me. This touch was as different as day and night. My sheath was wet; dripping wet, and his fingers had no problems in entering me. I had pushed aside my feelings of revulsion, of pain. I was feeling pleasure at a man’s touch. This just wasn’t any man, this was my soul-bound mate. My other half that completed my soul.

I arched my back, my fingers digging into his flesh as his mouth claimed mine. I was panting harshly as I felt his thumb reach out to gently stroke my clitoris, making that wire pull even tighter. I didn’t know what would happen when that wire broke, but I knew I craved something. I knew that something had to come from this immense pleasure, this immense passion. I felt sweat fall down my face, down my body as his strokes continued.

I was panting against his lips, whispering, “Cecil.” I panted every two words, not making clear sense to me, but I knew he would understand. “I feel . . . as if . . . there’s something . . .” I gasped, my back arching slightly. “I feel as if I’ll break,” I whispered. I looked up into his eyes, and they were like smoldering sapphires. He was very pleased that he was bringing me pleasure where I had once knew pain.

He smiled gently down at me, tenderly kissing my lips. “Break then, my Phoenix. I shall mend you and piece you together again. Unravel for me, Phoenix,” he whispered against my lips before they were claimed in a searing kiss of loving possession.

I felt my body tense, shivering, poised on the brink of that elusive something. Then it happened. My body convulsed and I felt my sheath contract around his fingers as I cried out into his mouth, tears seeping from my closed eyes. I was shivering, shuddering as my world broke and unraveled into a shower of golden dust.

I slowly became aware of his soft, gentle mouth brushing away my tears, and the slow removal of his hand from between the warm nest of my thighs. I was still panting, my chest heaving. I felt the very tender touch of his lips upon mine, his left hand gently wrapping around my shoulders, pulling me onto my side and into his arms. I shuddered, lightly convulsing as I cried into the crook of his neck.

Never had I dreamed such pleasure existed. Never. I felt him wince slightly, and I realized that my nails had drawn deep crescents of blood that were seeping. I quickly moved my hands, placing them over the wounds, trying to comfort the pain.

He gave a rough laugh as he held me. “Do not worry, fiery one. A little pain is bearable compared with the pleasure you just felt.”

I felt his left hand gently stroke my hair. “What . . . what was that?” I whispered into his neck, my tears still flowing.

He smiled against my ear before he gently kissed it, making me lightly convulse again. “That, my dear Aryun, is why people join. That pleasure is meant to help create a new life. It’s not necessary, but a beautiful part of it.” I felt his wet hand stroke my back as I snuggled deeper.

“So. I shall feel this all the time, when we join?” I whispered, my fingers tenderly tracing patters upon his right shoulder. “This is as I should have felt?”

I felt him nod against my face. “Yes. This is what you should have felt the first time. And hopefully, you will feel this pleasure every time we join, but it might not be as powerful as this one, or it might be more. It depends on how your body feels at the moment we do join.” He smiled against my neck before kissing it. “Also, it depends on if I can hold out in that lovely sheath of yours. You are quite passionate, and very tight. You might set me over the edge, and then I would have to pleasure you with my hands or,” he punctuated this statement with another kiss, “my mouth.”

I shivered at the thought. “That . . . can be done?” I whispered into his neck. I convulsed slightly again as his hand brushed against my thigh. I was languid and felt like water, but I was also still excited. These feelings . . . I had a feeling that they would become addictive.

I felt a soft laugh come from him. “Do you doubt me?”

“No. It’s just that I can’t imagine the feel of your honeyed kisses there. I . . . don’t know if I could handle it.” I nuzzled his neck, feeling his smooth skin.

I gasped as I felt his teeth score across my neck, shivering. I closed my eyes, feeling his hair flutter around my face, gently caressing it. His lips trailed further down, gently suckling upon my breast. I was starting to pant as I felt his hand wander back down to the area between my thighs. His left arm moved, my head fell upon the pillow and I felt Cecil gently pull the rest of my dress off, throwing it to the floor before rolling me onto my back.

I made a quarrying sound in my throat as he looked at me through hooded eyes, smiling before running his hands along my body. I shivered and closed my eyes, allowing him to touch me. I gasped as I felt his hands gently touch my breasts, trailing down to gently caress my hips, my thighs, my calves and my feet. I kept my eyes closed as I felt him settle himself at my feet, slowly and gently kissing my knees. I gasped loudly not expecting the sudden caress. I opened my eyes and looked down at him. He lifted his head and looked at me, a gleam of mischief in their sapphire depths.

“Aryun, close your eyes. I want to give to you. I want to show you that it is possible . . .” He leaned down, knowing I was watching him, and placed a soft kiss above the soft nest of hair on my stomach. I felt my muscles stiffen and I bit my lip, closing my eyes. I felt those long, slender hands gently part my thighs, and I gave a soft cry as I felt the soft fanning of his breath against my nether regions. My legs trembled as I felt a gentle kiss against my inner thigh. This was so different than Faxon. The soft gentle caresses changed the whole experience, and I could feel Cecil through the bond. He was pleased that I was still virginal in many aspects.

I was shivering, awaiting the soft touch against my lips. Very slowly, I felt the soft touch of his silky lips upon my labia and I cried out as they softly moved over me. My hands shook as I twined them in his soft hair, feeling his lips brushing against me, giving me soft kisses. They continued the soft kisses opening my lower set of lips. When they were open, I felt the softness of his tongue dart out, gently licking them and I felt my back arch in surprise. I was gasping as I felt his mouth play over my slit. I felt his tongue flick out and gently stroke my clitoris, making me shudder, my breath coming in soft gasps.

I felt that string again in my lower stomach start to pull tight with each touch of his mouth. It grew tighter still when I felt soft fingers touching my already tender flesh. A slender finger slipped deeply into me, and I groaned, arching my back in pleasure. My fingers trembled as I felt the exquisite pleasure that I had felt before, only this time, it was more acute, more focused. I felt his fingers sliding within me, and I felt his soft, silky mouth gently suckling my clitoris.

The wire was very taught and again, I felt it snap as Cecil sent me over the edge with a rippling cry. My body convulsed again, my fingers tightening in his hair as I cried. My hips moved of their own volition into the softly moving hand and seeking tongue. I felt him place a last lingering kiss upon my nether lips before sliding over me, settling himself against my body.

My eyes were closed and my neck arched as I tried to breathe. This was more pleasure than I had ever experienced, and I felt more tears seep down my face.

I felt his warm, wet lips settle over mine and I slowly opened my eyes, gazing into his bright blue eyes. My hand trembled badly as I reached out and gently touched his cheek. I was tired now, but I knew that this passion play was just starting. I felt his soft fingers gently brush across my face before claming my lips in another tender kiss. I could taste myself upon him, and that further excited me.

When he pulled back, there was a smile upon his lips. “I told you it could be done.” He kissed my cheek. I laughed, and I felt the smooth skin of his chest brush against mine. My senses were heightened by the pleasure, and I could feel his hardened sword against me, even though the cotton of his pants.

I reached down between us, my fingers gently lighting upon his manhood. I felt him groan, and his head fell forward, the soft hair tickling my face again. I heard his breath become erratic as my fingers hesitantly moved over his ridge of flesh.

“Aryun,” he whispered as he brushed his face against mine. “If you continue, I will come unraveled.”

My left hand trailed down to his slender waist and kneaded his flesh there while my right still continued to stroke his hardened flesh. My hand slowly slipped into the waistband of his pants, my fingers brushing against something very soft and very warm. I heard Cecil’s breath come in sharply and he started to shiver. My fingers roamed over the soft flesh, feeling his muscles clench and tremble. I felt a soft wetness there, and I gently ran my fingers along it before I felt Cecil’s hand came down and grasp my wrist, gently pulling me away.

I glanced up at him, and noticed a soft sheen of sweat covering him. His voice was roughened, and very erotic. “Aryun, as much as I would adore you to continue, I want something else.” I could feel his body trembling. “I want to sheath myself within you.” He gently kissed my lips. “I want to feel your softness around me. I want to make you mine in every way that is possible.” I felt the gentle kisses flutter upon my face. “But this last step, this last choice, this is yours. If you say no, I will understand, but if you say yes, you -” I cut him off by kissing him passionately, cutting off what ever he was going to say. I know, deep in my soul what he was going to say. I felt the joy flutter through our bond as I slowly, cautiously, moved my legs, wrapping them around his hips. I trapped him within my arms and my legs, and I wasn’t going to let him go for anything.

I pulled back when I felt his body tremble uncontrollably. “Cecil,” I whispered as my hands caressed his cheeks, framing his face between my fingers. “You need not ask. Feel me through the bond and know that I want you as badly, if not more than you want me. Please,” I whispered as I kissed him softly. “Please complete me. Fill me until I cry. Make love to me and teach me how it should have been, how I should have been treated and how I should have felt. Teach me passion and teach me to writhe beneath your slender body as you wring cries from my throat.” My lips gently brushed against his. “Teach me all of this and more, my beloved Paladin.” I pushed my hips against his, feeling him shudder. “Please, complete me, my shining one. Love me,” I whispered before I gently claimed his lips, pulling him down on top of me, enveloping him in my arms as I felt him shiver. My hands stroked his back, the wounds still oozing, as he nuzzled my throat.

He lowered himself completely upon me, and I reveled in his weight, what little there was. I weighed, at least, a good forty pounds more than he did. He had regained some of the weight he lost, but he was still light. It seemed so perfect that he be there. He whispered against my throat, “Let this be the first of many nights together, my bonded. Let us play ‘til dawn and on into the day . . .” His lips were soft against my throat as they tenderly brushed my pulse.

Slowly, he slipped to the side, slipping out of the lock of my legs, his slender fingers easing his pants off his hips, throwing them over the side of the bed before he rolled back on top of me. He nestled himself within the cradle of my thighs again as my trembling legs wrapped around his thin and slender waist. He burrowed his face in the crook of my neck, nuzzling the flesh there before he raised his face, his nose resting against mine.

His eyes were deep blue, smoldering with unrestrained passion and love as I felt him flitter along the bond between us, his apprehension shading the pleasure. There was a spark of worry and he placed his forehead against mine, his soft hair and breath fanned my face. The slender silver strands brushed my cheeks as he kissed my nose. “I don’t want to hurt you, and I’ll apologize now for the pain soon.” He wrapped his arms around my back, his left hand upon my left shoulder and vice versa with his right.

I reached up, my shaking fingers brushing his cheek as I held him close. “I trust you, my Paladin,” I whispered as I sent the feeling along the bond. I wrapped my right hand to his neck, tugging him down into a soft kiss as my left rested upon his right shoulder. I shivered as I felt his warmth against my slick wetness before I whispered against his lips, “Please, Cecil, complete me in truth as you have completed my soul.”

His deep blue depths mesmerized me as he gently fit himself to me, my eyes fluttering, but not closing. He was like a gentle fire burning against my wetness, as he slowly pushed forward with his hips.

A small whimper fluttered out of my throat as I felt his hardness slowly slip into my body. I didn’t close my eyes; I never closed my eyes when I was with him. I parted for him as he slowly pushed forward, a sharp pain going through my loins. My left hand gripped his shoulder as I gasped softly. Pain was pain, but it wasn’t has painful as Faxon had been. I gave a soft cry, tears falling down my face as I tried to focus beyond the pain. Beyond to the softness of Cecil’s skin against my own, and the soft hair that fell down to tickle my face.

I gave another cry before I felt Cecil burry his face against mine, gently kissing my cheek and murmuring softly against my ear. “Almost, my Phoenix. Just a little more and there will be no more pain.” I felt his own tears fall against my cheek, and I felt my tears fall freer, knowing that he understood the pain; that he felt it too.

Finally, after several moments, he was fully within me, stretching me tightly around him. I felt soft, gentle kisses upon my neck, my ear, as they slowly crawled upwards, kissing the tear marks off my face and softly kissing me.

His body was trembling as he brushed his face against mine. For me, he was holding himself back, doing his best not to hurt me, and I was grateful. I felt his concern, his shame for hurting me, and I felt the love and pleasure as well.

I was trembling as well, as I pushed my face against his neck, placing a trembling kiss there before I smoothed my hands down his back and sides, gently settling on his shoulders. I arched my back slightly, making him inadvertently move within me. I sighed slightly, and kissed his neck again.

He nuzzled my neck, whispering into my ear. “Are you alright? I mean does it still hurt for you?”

I felt his cool tears upon my neck, knowing that he was repulsed by the thought of me in pain. “Cecil,” I whispered softly. “I’m alright. . . Just please,” I murmured softly as I pulled his face up. I looked into his beautiful sapphire eyes, and was captivated. “Please, make love to me, my shining Paladin.” I softly kissed him before I arched my back, giving a contented sigh as he moved within me again.

He shivered against me before I felt him slowly withdrawal, his manhood caressing me even has he filled me again. He slowly unwound his arms from beneath me, bracing one hand by my shoulder before his left gently captured my right, entwining our fingers together as he panted softly, his warm breath fanning my sweating skin.

Soft lips trailed down my neck, brushing against my shoulder before touching the tops of my breasts. His breathing was slightly harsh as he slowly thrust himself into me yet again, inch by scalding inch. His soft hair fluttered around his face, caressing my skin with its coolness. It contrasted with the feeling of his torrid kisses and the throbbing warmth between my legs.

I could only moan, my left hand threading through his silver hair as he kissed me passionately, his hand gently squeezing my fingers as he slowly, instinctively almost, thrust within me, making me writhe beneath him. Slowly, I started to meet his thrusting hips, making the pain fade faster than before.

Cecil moaned softly against my lips before nipping my lower one, making me shiver and tremble under him. My mouth parted in a soft gasp and he took full advantage of the opening, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as I sparred with him.  

His thrusting was slow, methodical, and tender. My hips followed as he pushed himself back inside of my wetness, pressing against each other as we thrust in harmony. Each move complimented the other, and I could feel his pleasure shivering down me like rain.  

Now, I guess I knew what every woman wanted to know . . .

I knew what it felt like to be the other gender.

I tossed my head back with a gasp as arched my back, trying to force him in my body deeper. I felt his cool hair caressed against my sweating face as we nuzzled each other’s face. Slowly, I nosed my way up to his ear, biting and nibbling before I bit his neck, just below his ear lobe.  

Cecil’s head fell back and I felt his arm tremble. “Oh, light,” he spoke on a moan. “Aryun, please.” His hand tightened upon mine as suddenly, his thrusting sped up, making my breasts, and my hardened nipples brush against his sweat-slicked silken skin.  

I felt the harsh kiss, felt the demanding pressure as he lost a fraction of his control, sensing his passion and love fanning the fire between us. I could do nothing, really, than relax into the bed. I was aware of the contrast of the coolness of the silken sheets beneath me, and the warm, almost burning sweat-slicked skin pressing from above.

My thighs tightened around his waist, urging him without words, to continue his heated thrusts. I tilted my hips, wishing he were deeper inside of me as I felt his arm tremble again before he fell down to his elbow, our lips and tongues still locked in a passionate duel. 

The warm thrusting had started a tightening in my loins, pulling taught at every motion, and I cried out wordlessly, my back arching as I felt it tighten to the point of where I couldn’t fathom the pleasure to go on any longer.  

Cecil winced slightly as my nails scored his back and hand, my whole body seizing in pleasure.

I was vaguely aware of Cecil softly brushing my face with his lips before he gently placed them against my ear, murmuring softly. “I love you, my Aryun,” he panted, his breath ruffling my hair as it laid spread against the pillows. “I can feel you, and I feel myself . . .” He murmured, nuzzling my ear. “You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen, my angel.” He nipped my ear. “So beautiful, my phoenix.”

He squeezed my hand gently, before his thrusts grew faster, almost jarring my body and making me cry out with each fiery penetration. Cecil’s manhood withdrew all the way, but it was only a second before I was filled again, writhing and gasping underneath his laboring body.  

Each penetration made me cry out softly, nearly a long continuous moaning came from my throat. I felt tears starting to fall from my eyes as I realized the beauty of the act we were performing. There was such beauty, and such fierceness within our motions, almost a frantic action, but not quite. We were in a harmony greater than any other, and a peace filled with love, devotion and pleasure.

Nothing mattered but this slow burn, this frantic tightening of my body, the tension within Cecil’s muscles as he thrust into my body.

I never realized that this would be pleasurable. I never thought that this was beautiful.

Yet here was I was, allowing a man within me, and it brought me such pleasure I couldn’t describe it all if I had the words.

Within my body . . . and no pain . . .

It was amazing to my mind.

I heard myself whimpering Cecil’s name between those wonderful hard, jarring thrusts, and I felt my back arch off his bed, arching into his body before I cried out.

“Cecil!”

I convulsed as my world exploded in bright lights as my release poured over me like a waterfall. I felt and heard Cecil cry out my name a minuet later, and he too convulsed in my arms, releasing himself into my barren womb.

Momentarily, I felt a twinge of sorrow that his seed would never take root within me, but there were always ways to work around it, ways to beg to the higher powers to remove the ban . . .

Cecil fell on top of me, and I cradled him gently with my left hand, brushing his wet white hair out of his face as he burried it into my neck.

Tears sparkled on my cheeks as I gently squeezed Cecil’s lax hand. I felt the coolness of his tears upon my sweat-slicked neck as he quietly wept.

I brushed a kiss across his ear, whispering softly, “Cecil, I love you.”

His hand tenderly squeezed mine. “And I love you as well, Aryun.”

Our breathing slowed as did our heartbeats. We just lay like that, limp and relaxed, for only the gods know how long.

Slowly, Cecil stirred from his sprawl on top of me, and lifted his head, his right arm bracing himself above me as he watched me with placid eyes. He slipped his left hand from my grasp and gently trailed it over my face, tracing my lips before he bent down to kiss the tear trails away.

“How do you feel, my heart?” he asked softly against the corner of my lips.

I gave a little mew before I could speak right. “I . . . Don’t have the words for it, my shining one. I just . . . have no words . . .” My voice trailed off as he rose to look at me, his left hand gently cupping my face as he had done many times before.

“There are no words to describe this. I agree, my soul.” He bent forward, his lips brushing my swollen ones as my hands threaded through his sweat-slicked hair.

My right hand trailed fingers down his face, fluttering them down to caress his cheek. “I am healed, and I am complete.”

Cecil smiled gently at me before kissing my fingertips. He ran his hand down my side and up my thigh, making me tremble before I slowly unwrapped my legs. I barely had time to blink before I was rolled to my side and enveloped in his arms.

The soft silk sheet fluttered down to cover us before he returned his arm around me, holding me closer to him. “Let us just lay here and enjoy this . . .” His fingers trailed down my spine, making me shift closer to him to keep warm due to the chill that now permeated the room. “We’ll have time to talk of this later if you wish.” There was a slightly crooked smile to his lips. “I’m sure you’re tired. I know that I am.”

I nodded sleepily and I kissed him thoroughly before I nuzzled his neck and snuggled my face into the crook of his arm. “Cecil, I love you.” My voice was drowsy already, and I barely heard the softly whispered reply as I fell into a very contented sleep.