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Please See 'God's Gambit'
for this Author's other non-adult works Come To My Window
by Pairaka
Come to my window
Crawl inside, wait by the light
of the moon
Come to my window
_Gods, it's hot_, Zelgadis Greywers thought to himself.
He shut the door to what had, through some twist of fate, become
*his* apartment in the Seyruun Palace. His mouth quirked a bit at that
thought. What's more, he never expected to ever be staying here long
enough to think of a guest suite as his, much less finding himself
personalizing it. True, it wouldn't be his forever, but for the next
few months or so...
Grimacing at that thought, he tugged at the ties that held his cloak
securely around his neck and let it slip off his shoulders. Catching it
before it fell to the floor, he flung it casually over the back of a
chair he passed on his way to the balcony to catch the cooler nighttime
breezes.
His apartment. He didn't want to think of it as *his* apartment. He
threw open the double doors to the balcony and inhaled deeply of the
fresher air outside. Once the sun had gone down, the temperature had
dropped and a light breeze had sprung up, but it was still a bit on the
uncomfortable side. As he came up to the balustrade, his eyes
immediately and automatically sought out a set of double doors located
on the ground floor further down the wing. *That* was the room he
wanted to call his own. Lifting his head to the cool night breeze, he
shut his eyes and let his demon senses pick up the faint perfume of the
white roses that all but obscured the doors from view.
It had been just a little over a month since he'd returned to
Seyruun, fulfilling both a promise and a personal prophecy, and already
he found himself growing restless. Not with wanderlust, but with
another kind of lust altogether.
Throwing his head back, he fisted his hands on the balustrade and
let his mouth pull open in a snarl of frustration. He couldn't take any
more of this, dammit. Opening his eyes, he scowled at the perfect
crescent moon that rode high in the sky over the trees as if it were
the moon's fault he wasn't where he wanted to be. It did not condescend
to answer the accusation. Turning away abruptly, he fixed his glare on
those doors. Doors so enticingly close. And yet so far...
A light behind those windows caught his attention. His knees went
weak at the thought of the owner of that room moving about, readying
herself for bed. Without him...
_Like hell_, he thought to himself as he climbed over the balustrade
and dropped lightly to the ground below and began to pick his way
carefully along the building towards those rose-shrouded doors. It
would probably have been easier to use a levitation spell to get there,
but that wouldn't be nearly as much fun. The heat must have gotten to
him for even without the levitation spell, he felt as if his feet
weren't quite touching the ground. All his senses were heightened to
extraordinary levels as a pressure built deep in the center of his
being. He was a hunter hot on the scent of his intended prey - and he
did not intend on losing his quarry.
It took only a few minutes of careful maneuvering to reach the low
stone steps that led up to the door. He tip-toed up, careful not to
make a sound, and hid in the deep shadows created by those very rose
bushes that had called to him. It was a simple matter to slip up to the
doors and peer into the room beyond. He could see the room's occupant
moving about, going from the wardrobe to the bed. Zelgadis felt like a
voyeur watching her remove her shirt and pants then her underthings,
but the pressure deep inside would not let him turn away. No, it only
served to heighten his excitement. The pressure was becoming painful
and demanding release and he knew just the way he wanted to obey that
call. He reached out to pull open the door standing ajar in front of
him but he pulled it back abruptly as the girl stood up and headed
towards the doors. The chimera pulled back into the corner as far as he
could go as she threw them open and stood there, wearing only a light
robe and drinking in the night breezes.
Standing as still as a statue behind the door, he watched her lift
her arms and run her fingers through her dark hair, all unawares that
he was even there. That he was watching her with hungry eyes and a lust
burning in his loins for her and her alone. _I *will* have her
tonight_, he thought to himself as she turned and re-entered her
apartment, leaving the doors wide. After all, this was Seyruun, and she
a powerful mage. Who would dare try to steal into the Princess'
apartment late on a sweltering summer night?
Zelgadis grinned a feral grin. He would.
Watching and listening carefully, he waited until all was quiet in
the room before moving. Carefully, he put out one hand and pushed
against the door, swinging it forward just enough to let him ease out
from between it and the roses. One caught on his sleeve as he passed
and he paused to carefully detach the thorny bloom only to reach up and
break it off the cane on which it grew. Quickly, he stripped the thorns
from the stem by running his stony fingers along it then tucked it into
his belt.
Turning his attention to the apartment interior, he stepped out of
the faint moonlight and into darkness. Amelia must have gone into one
of the other rooms as a candle left burning by the bed was enough to
let him see that the huge four-poster bed was empty. So, where to? He'd
been in Amelia's apartment many times, but her bedroom only once - the
night he'd returned to Seyruun - and that had ended...curiously. He had
not been paying attention to the furnishings or the layout then. It was
interesting to note, however, that he'd entered it by the same set of
rose-shrouded double doors.
Smiling at the irony, Zelgadis quietly approached the door to the
outer apartment. It was closed, and he laid a hand on the knob to open
it when a sound made him freeze in place. Turning his head to let his
sensitive ears fix on the sound, he could make out a soft splashing
coming from another door to his left. A soft sigh of satisfaction was
nearly covered by the splashing. Turning towards the sound, he
carefully approached the door and found it standing ajar. Again,
pushing it open slightly, he let his senses investigate before he
entered physically.
The sound of water splashing was louder. There was a regular rhythm
of water splashing over rocks and over that he could hear the sound of
someone splashing lightly. Another sigh. His keen nose picked out the
scent of water, moist earth, perfumed soap, roses and the hot smell of
burning candles. A flickering glow illuminated the back of the door,
but other than that it was dark inside.
Pulling the door open just far enough to admit his head, he leaned
through and took a quick look around. The door did not look directly
into the bathing area so he pulled it open enough to let himself in and
stepped through. Carefully, he pulled it closed behind him. A screen
extended to the left and right. Moving quietly to the right end, he
peered around it - and froze. He knew the baths in the palace were
luxurious, being familiar with the bath in his own apartment, but it
was nothing compared to what he found himself looking at now.
The bath connected to Amelia's apartment was the definition of
"luxury." A bathing pool was set into the floor and was easily eight
feet on a side and was irregularly shaped. One end had steps leading
down into the dark inlaid stone and he knew there was a bench running
the length because Amelia was sitting about midway along one side with
her back to him. She had her arms stretched out to either side along
the edge and her head was bent backwards and resting on the floor with
her dark hair spilling over the stone like shadow. Across from her, a
small rock formation formed a fountain out of which the water bubbled
and ran down into the pool, thus keeping the water in the pool fresh
and clean. All around the pool, small candles had been placed and their
light made it bright enough for him to see the potted plants that lined
the walls. A wall of windows let the moon look down on them both from
high overhead.
If his grin had been feral before, there were no words to describe
what it became now.
Stepping back behind the screen, Zelgadis made a pretense of
struggling with his conscience. It wasn't much of one, for even as he
was thinking that he should go back to his own apartment, his hands
were reaching for the belt around his tunic. Carefully letting that
drop, his boots and tunic were quick to follow. Again, he told himself
he should leave, it was the right thing to do while his errant fingers
found the laces of his trousers and undid them. Soon they joined his
other discarded clothing on the floor. _No_, he said to himself as he
slipped out of his undershorts and dropped them on top of the pile.
Conscience fully squelched now, he rescued the pearly white rose
from the pile and slipped quietly around the wall and leaned against it
to just *watch* his Princess a moment or two. She seemed to be
sleeping, but then a breathy hum told him she was awake. The hum became
a recognizable tune and he closed his eyes as he recognized the tune
he'd composed for her while he'd been traveling in the desert and
presented to her as a birthday gift. Something tightened in his chest
and he nearly couldn't breathe for a moment. He found himself overcome
with an intense desire to run to her and scoop her up in his arms and
kiss her until they were both reeling. Taking a deep breath to control
himself, he opened his eyes and focused on the distance he needed to
cover without her realizing he was there. He wanted to surprise her.
When hunting dangerous prey, it's best to present as small a profile
as possible. He bent at the knees and put his hands on the floor as he
lowered himself. Something brushed his hand and he looked down at the
rose he held. Not wanting to crush it, he thought a moment, then lifted
it and took it gently between his teeth. He struck out then: Stretching
one hand out as far as he could reach, set it down oh, so carefully
upon the stone floor, shift his weight, bring opposite leg up, set it
down, test for balance, and repeat the procedure. And so he crawled,
naked and aroused and shining in the combined candle and moonlight,
very much a wild male animal on the hunt for a mate.
As he neared, he could pick up his prey's personal scent. He paused,
one hand raised slightly and poised gracefully a fraction of an inch
over the floor. He changed its course and took the rose from his mouth
to inhale her scent deeply without contamination of the rose's
sweetness. Zelgadis threw his head back and let his eyes close while
his mouth opened slightly while he inhaled deeply so that not only did
he scent her, but *taste* her as well. She was sweet with her own
scent, salt with sweat, bitter with something soapy, sour with lemon
from a glass that stood nearby that she'd been sipping from and many,
many other tastes beyond the pitiful realm of human taste. He drank her
in, realizing he wanted to taste her in more than just this way. He
felt his arousal jump at the thought and he returned the rose to his
mouth and carefully placed his hand on the floor to continue on his
journey.
Not much farther now, he thought as he approached her. He kept his
eyes firmly fixed on the back of her head, moving with incredible
stealth and control. He seemed to grow that much harder with each
torturous step until he knew she *must* hear his labored breathing. And
yet, if she did hear him she showed no signs of it.
He was right behind her now. He lowered himself inch by inch to the
stone floor, finding it cool beneath his flushed skin. He stretched
out, bending one leg upwards to balance himself as he turned slightly
on his side to face her. An arm was folded so he could rest his cheek
on it and look at her. Still, she did not react. She must have dozed
off while he was making his way here, he thought. A smile played over
his lips. He was close enough to see the steady beat of her pulse in
her lovely neck as it was arched backwards towards him.
Taking the rose from between his teeth, he set it aside out of the
way. He lifted himself up and moved behind her, stretching his arms out
until his hands were even with her elbows. Sliding forward, he lowered
himself and pushed his hands forward. He had to do this right or it
would not work. Giving himself a mental count, on three, he wrapped his
hands around her arms and slid them towards her wrists as he went for
her neck...
She came awake with a start and as he had expected she tried to pull
away from him. Her struggles were useless in his immovable grasp and he
held her firm against the side of the tub while he kissed her neck. He
realized his mistake when she opened her mouth to say a spell, but he
hauled himself up and covered her mouth with his, stealing her voice
from her.
Zelgadis saw her eyes go wide as he forced her mouth open and his
tongue into it. She continued to struggle against him, blinded by the
glare of the candlelight against the darkness and her senses dulled by
sleep. Putting both wrists in one hand, he grabbed the hair at the back
of her head with the other while swinging his legs around. He slid off
the edge of the tub and into the warm water to stand in front of her,
lips still sealed on hers. With very little effort, he held her wrists
immobile and wound her hair around the fingers of his other hand,
pulled her head back as he kissed her. Eventually, as recognition
finally kicked in, she stopped struggling and began responding to his
attentions. Grinning, he lifted his lips off hers and looked into now
heavy-lidded eyes.
"Zelgadis-san," she managed to whisper from between lips numbed by
the force behind his kiss. "It's you."
The chimera grinned even more and the candlelight glinted off his
pointed teeth. "You say that like you're disappointed." He moved his
mouth to her neck again, lightly scraping his teeth against her flesh.
He was rewarded by a strong shudder that ran through her body. "Were
you perhaps expecting someone else?" he demanded playfully, clamping
down on the sensitive pressure point where her neck met her shoulder.
Amelia bent her head back and pulled at his hold on her. He
tightened his grip as he suckled at her neck, pulling her further up
and bending her backwards over the wall while he wedged a knee in
between her legs. Letting go of her hair, he took a wrist in either
hand and held them out to the sides. She closed her eyes and sighed
softly as he moved his mouth from her neck down to the place between
her full breasts. Swallowing, she said teasingly, "And if I were?"
That stopped him. He raised his head and looked at her with a
dangerous glint in his eye. "I'd have to kill him," he said. "No one
touches you but me." He lowered his head and touched his tongue to one
of her nipples, which hardened at his touch.
Gasping, the Princess tried to pull away. "And who do you think you
are to be saying that?" she demanded. Despite her struggles, he leaned
forward to press himself up between her legs, rubbing against her
intimate areas in ways that quickly had her breathing hard and feeling
her pulse quite strongly in her nether regions.
"I'm Zelgadis Greywers, that's who," he said with a soft snarl
against her breast. He ground his hips against hers.
"And who's he?" she asked stutteringly as he pressed up against her.
He raised his head and looked at her. "It seems I'm going to have to
remind you," he said. Something about his voice made Amelia stop
struggling and look up at him. His eyes were determined and she felt a
shiver of fear stab through her belly. Instead of damping her sudden,
overwhelming desire, it only served to stoke it.
Still defiant, however, she lifted one leg and tried to push him
away. "And what if I called the guards?"
He let go of her wrist and grabbed her ankle. "You'd have some
explaining to do, then wouldn't you?" Without warning, he pulled on her
ankle, lifting her hips out of the water and sliding her backwards onto
the floor. "Especially if they found us like this?" He ran his hands up
her legs, forcing them apart and exposing her. The little Princess
choked off a screech as the wet skin of her back came in contact with
the cool stone floor and proceeded to leach the warmth from it. Her
discomfort was soon forgotten as she felt warm breath on the flesh
where her legs came together.
"Zelgadis-san!" she choked out, half sitting-up and trying to pull
away from him. "What are you doing?"
Her lover raised himself up and planted a heavy hand on her breast
and pushed her down again. "What does it feel like I'm doing?" he asked
with a smirk before lowering himself over her again. His hand clamped
down on her legs, holding her immobile and splayed open before him,
helpless in his grasp.
"Uh, I...er, don't kn - ZELGADIS-SAN!" The last was torn from her
throat as he touched his tongue to her. It was like nothing else she'd
felt before and nothing could prepare her for it. Or for the feel of
his lips on her as he was kissing her vigorously and exploring her
inside and out with his questing tongue...She bit off a scream as he
dipped his tongue far inside her then pulled it out and upwards,
grazing her swollen center with just the stiffened tip. Her legs jerked
in response to that touch on that sensitive flesh, tried to close, to
deny him access, but he held her down.
And hold her down he did, keeping her legs open and immobile so that
he could attack her inner recesses with abandon. This is what he'd come
here for, to revel in her very presence; to delight in devouring her.
She tasted clean and pungent at the same time, as the water from the
bath diluted her flavor, but he could still make it out. And it grew
stronger as he kissed her. It was something he could get drunk on,
having her helpless beneath him like this, and knowing she was his, all
his. The very fact that he could be put to death on the spot if the
guards found them only heightened his excitement.
It wasn't long before her flesh began to pulse under him. Her heat
had burned off the water from the bath and now she was dripping with
sweat. Salt mixed with the sweetness of her taste and he lapped up the
new flavor eagerly. His tongue rasped over her sensitized flesh and he
felt her hands in his hair, cradling his head. His demon ears picked up
her soft cries as she whispered his name over and over again while
interspersed with small sobs. He was relentless and drove her further,
plunging once again into her sweet-tasting depths.
Her back arched and she grabbed at his hair and yanked against him
as she climaxed violently. A small scream got past her guard and he
heard her punctuate it with his name and a sob. The convulsions that
he'd set free wracked her tiny frame, and - he was interested to note -
set the soft flesh of her breasts to jiggling nicely. He grinned as he
lapped at her more, pulling every contraction from her possible.
When no more came, he lifted himself and finally released her legs,
but moved between them while he planted a hand on either side of her.
He loomed over her, just looking into her face. Droplets of sweat
trickled down her face as she panted, lips slightly parted and eyes
tightly closed. Careful to keep his weight on his arms, he leaned down
and barely brushed her lips with his own, laying the lightest of kisses
upon her. Gently, he closed his own lips over one of hers to tug at it,
pulling her lips open so he could kiss her more fully.
It wasn't long before she was responding to him. She greeted his
questing tongue with her own as she lazily lifted her arms to drape
them around his shoulders. She brought her legs, still shaking and
quivering from the strain, around his slim hips and hooked her feet
behind his back. A few more kisses and Zel moved his kisses to the
corner of her mouth, then along her cheek to her ear which he attacked
with great enthusiasm.
Amelia turned her head to let him get at it better, all the while
making soft little sounds in her throat. When he grabbed at her ear
with his teeth and traced the outer edge of it with his tongue, she
hissed and arched her back. Doing so pushed her breasts in to his chest
and he smiled, drawing his tongue along her neck and further down He
lowered himself so that he could use his lips as instruments of
exploration and left a trail of kisses from her shoulder, along the top
of her breast to the peak. Taking her breast into his mouth, he pulled
hard at it while he flicked her nipple with his tongue.
"Zelgadis-san..." His name came out slurred from her lips as she
buried her hands in his hair and found his ears. A shudder ran through
him as she touched their sensitive tips. He lowered himself onto his
elbows and used his hands to cover her breasts and knead them as he
continued tonguing the sensitive point.
"You know, Amelia," he whispered against her breast. "You don't
really have to call me Zelgadis-san any more." He squeezed her breasts
lightly and lightly pinched the nipple on the breast he wasn't occupied
with.
"I...know," she gasped, pushing her fingers through his hair. "Force
of habit."
"But it sounds so formal," he said, letting his breath wash over her
moistened flesh. "And we're long past that stage." He pushed himself up
and looked down at her. "Aren't we?"
She smiled a lazy smile up at him. "What should I call you then?"
Amelia asked, giving him a come hither smile. She ran her hands up and
down his arms as he slipped his hands under her arms and lifted her,
scooting her further away from the pool. He moved forward to kneel on
the floor between her legs and leaned back over her.
"Oh, I don't know. 'Master,' perhaps?" he said with a grin and
grabbed her hands and lifted them over her head. Using one hand to hold
her there, he reached down and stroked her between her legs as he found
his manhood and positioned himself at her opening. "Say it," he said
with a grinning snarl as he pressed into her.
Amelia closed her eyes and flung back her head. "Please, Master
Greywers!" she gasped. She pulled down on him with her legs but ended
up lifting herself. "Please..."
Leaning forward to rest his weight on his hands again, he pushed
himself into her all the way. "This what you want?" he whispered into
her ear as he leaned close to her. "Tell me." Nodding helplessly,
Amelia's lips worked but nothing intelligible came from them. "Tell me,
Amelia!"
"Yes!" she shouted, writhing beneath him. "More! Please!"
He started moving inside her and she yelped and stiffened.
Carefully, he pulled back and took a few shallow strokes to spread her
moisture onto himself before thrusting deep again. "That better?" he
murmured into her neck. They'd found that the differences in their
bodies did present some problems during their lovemaking sessions, but
if they worked at it and went slowly to start, they could overcome
them. After all, he *was* made of stone.
She nodded and relaxed somewhat. "Yes." He moved slowly within her
until she relaxed all the way and started moving her hips in time with
his thrusts again. That was his cue to speed up again. Which he did
until soon he was thrusting hard and fast into her.
He watched her as he moved rhythmically, his eyes straying down to
where her breasts were swaying enticingly in time with his thrusts. A
devilish grin spread across his face as he stopped then thrust again
quickly. Opening her eyes, Amelia looked up at him questioningly. "What
are you doing?" she asked as he paused again.
"Enjoying the side effects," he said, eyes still fixed on her
breasts while he moved his hips abruptly.
Amelia looked down and saw what he was referring to and blushed
crimson. "Zelgadis-s - Zel! Stop that!" she chastised him.
Zelgadis raised his head and met her eyes. "What?" he said with that
devilish grin still in place.
"You're awful!" The little Princess pulled against his hold on her
but could not shift him.
"Of course I am. I'm a horrible, mysterious, dark-hearted swordsman,
remember?" A lingering kiss on her lips softened his words as well as
stifled whatever response she might have had. He pushed his tongue into
her mouth, exploring her possessively, taking his pleasure in silencing
her protests. As he kissed her, he stepped up his pace, rocking his
hips faster and faster while he increased the force behind it. Soon
Amelia was whimpering into his mouth as her body approached the edge of
pleasure. She writhed and squirmed under him, twisting her hands in his
hold.
When she shrieked, he pushed hard into her and released her mouth.
Lifting himself, he pressed himself into her as far as he was able,
arching his back in a graceful curve. Finding her voice, Amelia let out
a scream which she cut off abruptly by biting her lip. She arched her
back also, gripping him with her legs and pulling her hips up to take
him in as far as possible. "Zel," she whispered, her voice a shaky
hiss.
He pulled back slowly only to thrust back in quickly, thus eliciting
another indrawn hiss from the young woman under him. Watching her face,
he marveled at her innocence and how she glowed with an inner strength.
She was his, all his. And never was she more beautiful than when he was
making love to her, even with her hair spiky with and her face and body
glistening with sweat. They'd only been lovers for a short time, yet he
wondered how he'd ever managed to live without her.
Slowly, she grew still under him. Her face was streaked with tears
and her chest heaved with her labored breathing. He released her wrists
and slipped his arms under her shoulders as he lowered himself to kiss
away the tears. "Amelia," he whispered to her, putting as much emotion
into her name that he couldn't otherwise express. He moved his lips
over hers and kissed her gently.
Her arms went around his neck, pushing against the fine, stiff
texture of his hair and trailing her fingers over the back of his neck.
Zelgadis shuddered at her touch and rolled the both of them over so
that she was now on top of him.
Surprised at this sudden reversal of their positions, Amelia opened
her eyes and looked down at him. He kissed her quickly then pushed her
up into a sitting position, putting his hands squarely on her breasts
and kneading them briskly. The Princess blushed and covered his hands
with hers.
"Why are you blushing, Princess?" he asked teasingly, rolling her
nipples between his fingers. Something white to the side caught his
attention and he remembered the rose he'd plucked earlier. He reached
out and picked it up.
"I'm not blushing," she said defiantly, blushing harder.
"Yes, you are." He reached and touched her cheek with the rose,
caressing the line of it with its velvety petals.
"I am not!" she scolded him. "I'm just...hot."
That made his grin widen. "Oh, you're hot all right." He pulled on
her breasts and arched his back a little. She gasped and threw her head
back. "Show me how hot you are, Princess."
Amelia gave him a strange look. "Why are you calling me 'Princess'
so much all of a sudden?" she asked.
"Because it excites me," he said, stroking her neck down to the
hollow above her breastbone with the rose. "To be here, making love to
the Crown Princess of Seyruun." Her eyes clouded a little as he spoke,
but he moved his finger back up her neck, under her chin and to her
lips. "But that's only part of it. Even if you weren't of royal blood,
you'd still be *mine*." The clouds in her eyes immediately cleared.
"Now, do what I said."
The little shaman looked confused. "I...I don't know what you mean,
Zelgadis-san," she said, dropping back into her familiar form of
address for him. She put her balled fists under her chin and gazed at
him out of innocent eyes.
"Amelia," he said in a husky voice. "You're a beautiful, sexy young
woman. Let me see you act like one." He sat up a little and pushed the
rose into her hair behind her ear. It shone like a pearl against the
midnight darkness of her hair.
Nodding hesitantly, Amelia lowered her hands and placed them on his
hard stomach and leaned forward. Arching her back, she thrust her
breasts further out. A feeling of satisfaction washed over her as she
saw Zel's eyes widen. Encouraged by that, she brought her arms in close
to her sides to force her breasts together more and lifted her hips so
that he slid slowly out of her.
It was Zel's turn to hiss with pleasure. Amelia smiled seductively
while she sat back, taking him into herself again. His hands clenched
convulsively on her breasts and she repeated the motion, this time
sitting forward far enough that only the tip of his erection remained
inside her. He pushed against her, trying to force her down, but she
pushed back, refusing to move. "Is this what you mean, Zelgadis-san?"
she asked, leaning forward and looking him in the eye. His name and the
formal title took on new volumes of meaning as she whispered them in
that sultry whisper. No longer a mere form of address, but it became so
much more, full of lust and desire and at the same time overflowing
with love and trust.
"You're getting there," he managed to say without his voice
cracking. "You need to practice some more, though."
"I see." Abruptly, she sat back in one smooth motion, rocking her
hips against him. Throwing back her head, she raised her hands and
gathered up her hair, mindful not to dislodge the rose. "It's so hot in
here, Zelgadis-san," she said in that sultry whisper as she lifted her
arms over her head. Leaving one hand buried in her hair, she drew one
down her neck and lower, lower...Zel's eyes were firmly fixed on that
hand as she trailed her fingers between her breasts and over,
underneath one of the full, fleshy mounds, around and up the side to
the top. Then downward again, only this time over her breast to the
peak.
He hadn't thought it possible, but he felt himself become even
*harder* as her fingers paused to play with her distended nipple.
Hesitantly at first, as if she were doing something unfamiliar and
decadent, then with growing enthusiasm as she discovered the pleasure
it brought. "Oh, Zelgadis-san," she panted through slightly parted lips
and heavy-lidded eyes that watched him covertly. "I've never known it
to be so hot in Seyruun before." She left of playing with her breast
and her hand traveled even lower, over her smooth belly and down...The
Chimera's eyes popped and he thrust upward involuntarily as she slipped
her fingers between her legs and touched herself. "I'm hot and wet all
over. I'm literally dripping with the heat," she crooned while she
stroked herself. He could feel her fingers touching his manhood and it
was driving him crazy.
"That's it, Amelia," he said, putting his hands on her hips and
lifting his own. "Touch yourself, make yourself come for me. Let me
watch you..."
"I'm trying, Zelgadis-san," she whimpered, stroking herself
furiously. "Am I doing it right?"
"You're doing it just fine," he said in a thick voice.
"Are you certain?" she asked again, looking down at him through her
eyelashes and trying to suppress a grin. "I want to make sure I'm doing
it right." Her fingers pressed against herself harder, slipping around
his erection where he disappeared into her.
"Y-ess!!" he gasped, throwing his head back and clutching her hips.
Amelia threw back her own head but it was to hide the satisfied
smile that threatened to ruin her act. She'd forced him to break that
composure so she could continue on. She found her center and touched
and stroked and tapped herself with her fingertips until she felt that
wonderful warm feeling in her belly, that feeling that something was
going to happen any moment now, and oh, please let it happen...
Holding back just a bit, she willed herself not to succumb, and put
her free hand on her breast to tug at her nipple. "Oh, Zelgadis-san,
something's happening!" When she couldn't stand it any more, she let go
and came around him with great force. She could feel her own
contractions around him, and she had to bite back a scream that would
bring the guards and disaster down on them both. Dropping her hands to
his stomach, she leaned forward and worked her hips on him as her
release gripped her in its clutches and refused to let go.
Zelgadis reached up and pulled her face down so he could kiss her.
And kiss her he did, deeply and passionately and he'd gladly go on
kissing her until the end of time. The whole world could go to hell in
a handbasket and he wouldn't care. All he wanted right now was this
woman that sat atop him.
She moved once more, dragging herself forward then pushing back
along his length and he felt a burning rush in his loins as the
pressure built to painful proportions. Unable to contain it any longer,
he slipped his restraint. Hips bucking upwards into her, that liquid
fire pumped out of him and into her, hot and burning with a pleasure so
intense it bordered on pain.
Things became muddled and unfocused after that, but when the world
settled back into its accustomed track, he found himself staring up at
the ceiling with Amelia lying slumped on top of him. He reached up and
touched her dark hair, stroking it gently. The rose was still lodged in
her hair and he gently pulled it out.
At his touch, she shifted and lifted herself so she could see him.
Giving him a sweet smile, she folded her arms on his chest and rested
her chin on them. "That was..." she started to say before trailing off,
not having the words to describe the experience.
"Incredible? Marvelous? Magnificent? Soul shattering?" he asked
giving her a friendly grin and tapping her nose with the flower.
She grinned back and reached forward to brush his hair out of his
face so she could see his cobalt eyes. "All of the above," she
whispered.
Pulling upwards, he sat up and caught her in his arms and held her
close. "And so much more," he whispered into her neck as he leaned
forward and kissed it just behind her ear. "You really are soaked," he
said as he tasted the salt of sweat on her skin.
"And who's fault is that?" she murmured pleasantly as he continued
to kiss her neck.
"I didn't hear and protests from you," he said with a sly smile,
lips brushing against her skin.
"Why would I do a thing like that?" she asked. "I was hoping you'd
come tonight."
"Well, I did. Twice."
Her eyes flew open in shock. "Zelgadis-san! That's - "
"The truth," he said, sitting back and looking down at her. "And
you...Three times?"
"What? Are you keeping count?" she demanded.
"It just so happens that I am." He grinned and silenced her next
comment with a kiss. "Come on," he whispered when he pulled back. "The
least I can do is help you wash." He set the rose on the edge of the
pool next to him.
"At the *very* least," she said, shifting her legs and raising
herself off of him. She stood shakily and he quickly sat up and caught
her around the waist as she threatened to collapse to her knees.
"Amelia?" he asked. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine. My legs have fallen asleep is all. Ow!" she gasped and
started rubbing vigorously at her legs. "Pins and needles!" she
exclaimed, trying to chafe away the prickly feeling of blood returning
to deprived muscles.
Zelgadis knelt by her and rubbed her legs. "Better?"
After a moment, she nodded. "Yes." She continued rubbing at them a
little.
Nodding, the chimera slipped over the edge of the pool and held his
hands out to her and when she came into his waiting arms, he lifted her
down and sat her on the ledge.
She settled into the warm water with a great sigh of relief. "This
feels so good," she breathed, raising her arms and splashing the water
over her shoulders and neck.
Zelgadis sat next to her and pulled her up. "Up you go," he said,
sitting her on his knees. Taking a loofah and some soap from the basket
set nearby, he set about washing her back and other places.
"I wish you could stay," Amelia said as she stood within the circle
of his arms by the double doors that let out upon the palace gardens.
She leaned her head against his chest and closed her eyes. It felt so
right to be there in his arms.
Zelgadis nodded and rested his cheek against her still damp hair. He
didn't want to leave either, however the first (and last time) he'd
stayed the whole night had ended...disastrously, to say the least. "I
wish I could, too, Amelia," he said, kissing her hair. "Believe me,
there's nothing more I want than to stay here with you, to never have
to leave you. But we both know that's not possible yet." He pulled back
to put a finger under her chin and lifted her face so he could look at
her. "Just remember that even if I'm not here with you yet, I'm not
going anywhere. I'll be waiting for you outside your door in the
morning." He bent down and kissed her lightly and lovingly, savoring
the taste of her lips to keep him satisfied until he could see her
again in a few hours. "And remember..." He paused, still having trouble
saying the words even though he'd accepted the feeling some time ago.
He looked into her beautiful blue eyes, so deep and clear. "I love
you," he whispered to her, pulling her close to him again.
Her arms went around his neck and she stood on her toes as she held
him just as tightly. "Zelgadis-san," she said in a choking voice. "I
love you."
They stood that way for a moment before breaking apart. He put his
hand on her cheek and gave her one last kiss before reluctantly backing
through the doors to the gardens. She stood there, clad only in a light
cotton robe and the moonlight that poured down on her, and raised her
hand in farewell as he disappeared into the shadows.
The Chimera found the balcony to his apartment and cast a quick
levitation to lift himself up over the balustrade. Landing lightly on
his feet, he turned and looked back at the doorway half-hidden by white
roses. She was still standing there, looking up at him. He leaned
outward and raised his hand, holding aloft the rose he'd brought with
him from his sojourn to her apartment. She raised her hand and even
though he couldn't see her, he was sure she was smiling at him. Then
she turned and went back into her apartment, disappearing from his
sight for the moment.
Lowering the pearly white rose to his face, he inhaled deeply of its
sweet perfume and smiled as his demon senses could pick out Amelia's
scent still lingering on it. Not a manufactured scent, but her true
scent, musky, alluring and arousing all at the same time. The perfume
of their lovemaking.
Turning, he went into his own apartment, found a drinking glass and
filled it with water from the pitcher in the washroom. Going to his
bed, he sat down and put the glass on the table then put the rose in
it. He sat there looking at it a moment, a wistful smile on his face as
he thought back over the night's events. He'd find some better way to
keep the rose fresh in the morning, to serve as a reminder of this
night and every night he visited her.
Rising, he quickly shed his clothes and crawled into the huge bed.
Zelgadis turned his head and looked at the rose, glowing in reflected
moonlight. When he finally slipped off into sleep, his dreams were
filled with images of the Princess that loved him - and whom he loved
in turn.
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_Come To My Window_ by Melissa Etheridge
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