Chapter 15

Whenever he held her, Arlena could barely think, as if her mind was all fogged and dizzy every time he touched her. Especially when they were making love to each other, with his every touch, she was losing herself more and more. But today was different. Boren was still holding her against the wall; it felt very nice, but at the same time, there was a tiny knag on the root. A knag that was annoyingly sticking into her back. It hadn’t been particularly painful, and she could always ask him to change the position, but this slight inconvenience was also somehow freeing her from his spellbound.

“Don’t leave,” she said out of the blue for both of them.

Through heavy breathing, Boren let her stand on her feet and turned her to face the wall, “not now,” he said, spreading her legs and placing her hips up in the comfortable position for him to put his cock back into the welcoming warmth of her pussy. He moaned as he felt the stretching of her insides from his size. Boren placed one of his hands on the arch of her lower back, and with the other one, he grabbed her hair. “Touch yourself,” he ordered.

She didn’t hesitate; the moment the knag stopped bothering her, her thoughts vanished away. With one hand, Arlena was holding onto the wall, and with the other one, she touched her clit, which was already so swollen and sensitive that the slightest touch made her shudder. The pleasure from his thrusts and a touch of her fingers made Arlena moan loudly. “Faster,” she squeezed out through deep breathing.

He sped up, and so did she. “Kiss me!” Boren pulled her by the hair until her back leaned onto his chest, and their tongues tangled in a sensual dance of passion. He placed his hand on her breast and another one on her clit, right next to hers. The sound of her breathing was driving him crazy, and already he could tell when she was close to the culmination. Her breath got more frequent, short, and rapid. Once again, he stopped and turned her around. Boren leaned her back on the wall and pulled up one of her legs for a short moment, enjoying the image of her heated body. He pushed his shaft back inside her, making sure that the position would allow him to rub its length over her clit as well. She moaned deeply and placed her leg on the branch next to them so that he could touch her more.

The sensations he was giving her were unbelievable, and soon, the culmination possessed her body in a way it never did before. The hot and instant pleasure first came from the depth of her body and, as if catching on the go, intense from her clit until it filled every corner of her essence.

They lay on the bed, embracing each other and softly caressing the unclad skin of their bodies. As the moment of pleasure passed and she could clearly think, Arlena unwillingly came back to her concerns. She was looking at the tiny glimpses of light in the wall that dragons overlooked when smothering the walls with clay. This little glimpse looked lonely in a dark corner of their chamber and yet still warm and bright, reminding her that even though the sun was hidden, it yet didn’t leave the sky.

“What are you thinking about?” With the tips of his fingers, Boren was caressing the soft skin of her back.

“Do you think the City of the Rising Star will fight?” she remembered their last conversation about an upcoming campaign.

“Yes,” he replied shortly.

“Are you going to kill elves?”

Boren got quiet to the point that he almost stopped breathing. It was clear to both of them that he would kill the elves, and he really didn’t want to discuss something that was inevitable either way. Arlena left the bed and reached for her dress. Even without his answer, she clearly understood everything.

“I don’t have a choice,” he hastened to justify himself, feeling the rising weight of the air in the room after she left the bed.

“Why? — You can just stay here.”

“Then someone else will come and not only occupy the city but also kill me,” he explained to her calmly, as if his life mattered more than the elves' he was about to kill. “That’s just how it works.”

She finished dressing and faced him. “Then change it!” Arlena’s voice sounded firm.

“For that, I’ll have to become a king,” he stood up rapidly and also began to dress up. “And for that, I’ll have to kill even more creatures,” Boren buttoned up his pants.

“Like dragons?”

“Like dragons,” he confirmed.

Arlena couldn’t say it out loud, but deep inside, she thought that if the dragons wanted to fight, then why wouldn’t they fight each other?

Although Boren seemed to read her thoughts. “My army is not enough for that anyway. And many dragons are loyal to the king, not to me.”

She wanted to cry, but tears had stuck in her throat. “Don’t go,” she repeated quietly. “Please.”

He touched her cheek and pulled her to his chest, kissing the top of her head. Boren wanted to reassure her that whatever would happen next, she would be fine. But he couldn’t know that. If he dies, more dragons will come to the valley. If he survives, he’ll still be a murderer in her eyes, only this time evident.

“It’s so wrong…” she mumbled into his chest.

And it was wrong; only now, he clearly felt that his whole life was nothing but a blind following of orders and social expectations. Endless fights for what? For the fame of a murderer, money that he never really needed, or to prove something, but what and to whom? Most of all, he wanted to stay or run away with her to begin a new life, but duty… the weird sense of habitual responsibility or the simplicity of choice led him to let go of her. With a heavy heart and empty mind, Boren finished dressing up, took his sword from a corner of their room, and left without looking back at her.