Chapter 10

"Why did you run away this morning?" Boren sat next to Arlena on their wide bed as she was preparing for the night. His eyes traced her movements as she began her nightly routine, remembering how she looked in the morning light.

"I needed to talk to the high priestess," she said shortly. Her fingers found the ties of her dress, slowly undoing them. The fabric slipped from her shoulders, revealing inch by inch of pale skin that seemed to glow in the evening light. Boren licked his lips unconsciously as her dress pooled at her feet, wondering if she was teasing him on purpose. He knew she wasn't - her movements too natural, too innocent - but the sight of her naked form made his blood run hot regardless.

"I see," Boren said thoughtfully, his gaze fixed on the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the subtle curve of her breasts.

Arlena reached for the nightgown lying on the bed before continuing, "When will the dragons leave?"

"Do you want me to leave already?" he asked, shifting his weight to pin the delicate fabric beneath him, preventing her from taking it.

"The elves are working very hard. Dragons don't help. They're only take." The tickling sensation rose in her spine as his eyes roamed her body.

"Now that's a surprise," Boren's fingers traced along her collarbone, down the delicate curve of her breast. He watched how her pale skin flushed pink under his touch, how her nipple hardened as his thumb brushed across it. "I didn't know that an elf could complain."

"I have a name," she said, her voice catching as his fingers continued their exploration.

"Arlena," he breathed her name like a caress against her skin. His hands slid to her hips, drawing her onto his lap in one fluid motion.

Arlena blushed, feeling a scorching heat flowing down her stomach. “There’s no straight translation,” she replied, carefully placing her hands on his shoulders to keep balance. “It means someone or something that brings changes. —The Great Willow tree chose it.”

“How interesting,” his hands moved from her hips to a thin waist, and he squeezed her to see if it was thin enough for him to connect his fingers around it.

She made a barely audible squeak and asked, “What about Boren?”

“It means - protector or a strength.” His hands moved higher, exploring her every curve. Boren moved slowly and carefully, even though inside his body was on fire from a desire to possess her. But for some reason, he wanted her to make the first move, as if he was expecting her to give him permission. “Do you like it?” he asked, placing his thumbs on her nipples. “Is that what you were dreaming about this morning?”

Arlena exhaled deeply and closed her eyes from pleasure. It was much better than her dream. It was real. She started to move her hips over his slowly. Then, touched his shoulder, slipped onto the arms, and finally onto his fingers that were still lying on her breasts. She had never touched her breasts like this before, together with someone else, and heat from her stomach flowed down between her legs. She slipped her hands back to his arms and shoulders and finally touched his neck and hair before she plunged her lips into his in a passionate kiss.

That was it! The permission Boren had been waiting for. He grabbed her firmly and lay her lightweight body on the bed, with his heavy mass leaning over her. She felt small and fragile under him. Boren's tongue delved deep into her throat as he skillfully removed her dress from her hips along with a small piece of lingerie fabric. She was entirely under his power. Boren's lips moved on her neck as he aimed to taste every inch of her body. He dug into her skin with his lips and tongue, savouring it like the sweetest nectar. Moving lower, he kissed her collarbones, liсked one nipple, and sucked on it for a few seconds, letting his tongue play with it. She wriggled beneath him, arching her back, and he grasped her waist harder, greedily sucking on her breasts. The aroma and taste of her skin were intoxicating, driving him crazy. Boren moved lower, but merely licking or sucking her skin was no longer enough. He felt like his blood was boiling, tickling every nerve and making him painfully hard. Boren began to bite her, still careful, restraining himself as she was too sensitive for his passion. Moving a bit lower, he lightly bit a patch of skin on her stomach before sucking on it again. She moaned loudly and arched even more. Finally, his lips reached her lower abdomen, and he placed her feet on his shoulders before plunging his tongue inside her.

Arlena couldn't comprehend what was happening; the tickling sensation in her body intensified into an uncontrollable fire, burning from the insides to the tips of her toes. Her vision blurred, and her head spun, yet it felt so good. His tongue felt firm and a little rough inside her, compelling her to wriggle under him more, producing sounds she never thought herself capable of. Moans, squeaks, and almost screams escaped her as he sucked on her clit and squeezed her buttocks firmly in his palms. It felt unreal; soon, a wave of inexplicably sweet pleasure shattered her whole being. She exhaled deeply, experiencing a relaxation she had never felt before.

"Was that something I did in your dream?" he asked again, leaning over her to kiss her lips.

"No," she exhaled, "This is better."

"Glad to hear it," Boren smiled and inserted one finger into her pusy, causing Arlena to exhale loudly from the unexpected sensation.

She felt hot inside and pleasantly wet. Boren put another finger inside to see if she was open enough for him; her pure pleasure made him more impatient, and he spread his fingers, gently but insistently stretching her. She arched her back and opened her mouth. He couldn’t wait any longer, and from how open and ready she felt between her legs, he knew that she was going for more as well. Boren pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his hard, pulsating shaft. Arlena opened her mouth wider, bending under him like a river as he thrust into her suddenly. She squeaked for a tiny second and plunged her fingers into his shoulder, accidentally biting her lip until it bled. But she didn’t want him to stop. Arlena pressed herself harder into him and whispered, “Deeper.”

Such passion was strangely not something Boren expected, but her wish was his command, and he thrust into her deeper and harder, savouring the warmth of her womb. When he could feel that this was bearable for her fragile body, he moved even deeper and faster; everything in her felt tempting - uneven breath, moans, the way she moved under him, the way she selfishly wanted more of him. Everything was making him desire her more. He paused, sat on his knees, and hastily pulled off his shirt before sitting her on his lap and pressing her body against his. “Kiss me,” he ordered her, and she obeyed, embracing his wide back with her legs and arms.

Arlena was no longer in her realm; she was floating somewhere beyond reality or material. She was part of the life river itself, feeling its warmth, cold, speed, and yet steadiness. She was beyond sensations. With every movement of Boren's, her spirit detached from her body. Then, he sped up, faster and faster, bringing back the sweet waves that were all this time somewhere inside her and now ready to spill out once again. She moaned loudly and clung to him as if afraid to lose her spirit forever. Arlena bit his shoulder as she felt a scorching warmth overflowing in her stomach, and they both froze for a moment, breathing heavily.