An epic journey

Releasing her from his embrace his head turns to then cast his gaze down at the bindings of the armor. Aiding her to expedite the removal of his armor soon everything is unclasped and loosened where need be. The cuirass and pauldrons are the first to go, tugging up until his arms and head slip free only to let it drop to the floor. Admittedly he was rather glad to be free of it as it was encumbersome and rather uncomfortable at times. He takes in a good deep breath first before turning his attention to the remaining pieces of armor. Hastily his fingers work to unhinge, unclasp, and unbuckle the few remaining pieces as he desperately wishes nothing more than to give her his complete attention. With her help in a matter of minutes the many separate pieces of his armor lay scattered around the room, being tossed aside as soon as he free from them.

Finally, taking her hands into his once more he rises, helping Kaura to her feet. Hoping she will indulge him, softly his hands come to rest upon her shoulders. Having ached for such a long time to show her just how he feels, he can not help but show her with every touch and every word and every single kiss just how deeply he has loved her for so very long. Slowly the distance between them closes, slowly stooping down to place another tender kiss upon her lips. Slightly parted parted tiers caress her own, graceful as a whisp of air. Her skin is soft beneath the touch of his bare fingers, the feel of her skin like a taste of heaven itself. Slender digits clasp firmly against the cloth of her dress draped upon her shoulders. The feel of his touch like silk, dragging light as a feather across tender flesh as the cloth is pulled steadily away, until the dress falls off her slender and small frame. Fingers kiss and dance like tiny butterflies down either arm. Both hands rise to gently land upon her face, cupping tenderly as they continue to kiss. His body now nearing hers until the just barely touch.

Kaura's pulse quickened as she helped remove Tristan's armor. Her fingers trembled slightly as she nervously loosened and unhooked each binding. Each piece of armor was tossed aside, banging lightly on the floor as they worked on the next, eager to feel their bodies pressed together without the uncomfortable separation of metal.

Soon the last of the armor was thrown aside, and Tristan urged Kaura up with him. Her eyes met his, and she trembled in delight to see the love reflected in them, the deep caring. He kissed her again, his fingers dancing lightly over her skin. She kissed back, tilting her head slightly to meet his lips fully. His fingers landed on her shoulders, and slowly slid under the fabric of her dress. Kaura reached behind herself as he pushed the fabric down, untying the knot that held the dress around her waist, and let the material pool at her feet.

Hos fingers trailed down her arms, making the young Elf shiver in delight, and she tentatively met Tristan's eyes. Slowly he drew her in again, his hands gently cupping her face, and pressed his lips to hers again. Kaura moaned, and pressed herself to him, melting their bodies together as she looped her arms around his neck, and held him close to her. She poured every bit of desire and passion she had into the kiss, stroking and holding Tristan for several long moments before she pulled away.

She stepped back, clothed only in her thin linens. Her fingers trembled as she slowly unlaced the snowy undergarment, and after just a few seconds of unwinding, she let it fall to the floor as well. "I wanted you to fully see me." She whispered, taking a half step forward as her lips turned up into a hesitant smile.

She was fully bare before him now, and shivered slightly under his eyes. No matter how their people viewed her, her body was that of a fully grown woman. Kaura was slender and athletic, with long legs, a taut stomach, and a smooth ivory complexion not marred by the presence of hair. She was delicate and curvy, her breasts bouncing slightly as she stepped forward, perky, soft, and free from any bindings.

A wave of anxiety washed wildly over him as she stepped away. Struggling hard to maintain his composure, silently he stands, watching intently. As Kaura reveals herself to him, emerald eyes let their gaze pour over every inch of her body. working from head to toe. Every blessed inch of her sleek, athletic figure was perfect and without flaw in his eyes. It was as though every muscle in his body begged and struggled for him to move to her, to take her now. As the distance between their bodies closed it was only all the more difficult not remain where he was.

He wanted to do the same for her however, one step at a time, there was no need to rush such a beautiful experience, he had already waiting this long. Fingers move slowly and curl and grasp the hem of his shirt and begin to pull upward. The shirt peels away with little effort and is cast aside half-hazard like the other articles of clothing that littler the room. His chest and shoulders are broad and well toned. His abs just as well developed appearing as though chiseled in stone. His appearance marred shamefully by a few scars earned through carelessness. His eyes leave her for a moment as hands and fingers pay their attention to unbuckling the belt looped around the waist. With the buckle soon unfixed and with a slight downward push the pants fall to the floor. Sheepishly he looks at her, a faint but kind smile resting upon his lips. His thighs and calves just as well developed as the rest of his body, though also displaying a few more of his little 'reminders'. For his generally uncharacteristic large body type it had now become clearly evident that it was not a matter of compensation otherwise.

Idly he stands before her momentarily, letting her look upon him. Slowly then he moves closer, closing the gap to a few mere inches. A hand raises and fingers glide lovingly and gracefully through her hair. His arm looping about her slender waist, their bodies draw nearer still. "I love you..Kaura..." His voice a meek and tender whisper. He could barely say it knowing all too well she couldn't herself.

Tristan's eyes swept over Kaura's body, and she flushed deeply, a shy smile on her lips as he viewed her. Moments later he was undressing, and kaura could only stare, her heart pounding as she nervously bit her lip, anxious to see him as he saw her. The shirt was the first to go, and Kaura's eyes traced over every inch of him. She smiled when she saw the scars, stepping forward to lightly trace one with her fingertips. She always enjoyed seeing a man with at least a few scars to mark his misadventures, and in an odd way she saw it as a testament to his strength that he wore the marks so proudly.

His hands worked next on his belt buckle, unfastening it in a matter of seconds, before pushing the pants down to reveal his entire body to her. Kaura's eyes trailed down him, and her eyes widened when it landed on his stiff member. She wondered briefly if all men were so large, before Tristen moved forward. One arm snaked around her waist, drawing her in as he ran his fingers through her hair.

He hesitated, and oh so shyly told her how he felt. Kaura swallowed, and placed a gentle hand on his, guiding it to her cheek. "I... Can't say I love you yet." She whispered, moving closer until their bodies met. "But I can say there are traits in you I love. I love your dedication, I love your drive. I love your courage, and your strength. And I love how kind you are to me." Her fingers laced in his, and she squeezed his hand lightly. "I love how you treat me. I want to make you feel as special as you have made me feel.... And while all this doesn't mean I love you... I think it means I could." She leans forward, letting her body melt against his. "I want to love you."

Anxious and uncertain with heart pounding like thunder in his chest. Her words provided a comfort unlike anything he knew. I want to love you... She said, and that was good enough for him, a better response than he felt he deserved. With fingers interlaced gently he squeezes her hand. As their embrace tightens and bodies mash together slowly he leans down, pressing his lips to hers once more. Tongue snaking between slightly parted lips to swiftly sweep across her own. Easily he hoists her just off the ground, leaning timidly forward and laying her softly upon the bed.

He couldn't help but to notice how perfectly their bodies fit together as they land on the bed. Tips of each digit coolly kiss against pallid and tender flesh, lovingly stroking against her cheek. The feel of her warm skin heavenly every time in every way they touched. Her dainty caresses causing goosebumps to rise on his skin. Being with her was calming and relaxing but also caused a bedlam of of emotions to perpetually stir within. A quiet battle taking place at his very core, a struggle he had faced every time a glance was shared between them. Choking down the chaos inside he wants nothing more than to relish this moment and take all of it in. Kaura was deserving of nothing less than his every last ounce of passion, tonight he would share everything with her that had been held in for so long, all of it starting with this very moment.

Kaura wasn't sure if what she said help ease her mind, but it was the honest truth, and he deserved nothing less than that. She knew she could love him one day, and she wanted to return his feelings, give him back every bit of what he offered to her. When she felt his fingers tighten over hers she smiled, assured that he understood perfectly how she felt. They moved forward at the same time, and Kaura sighed softly as he body met his, and Tristan's lips descended onto hers in a fiery kiss,

Kaura's eyes drifted closed, and she lost herself to the passionate world of touch. Her mind emptied of everything but how it felt to be pressed against this wonderful man. His tongue sought out her own, begging for entrance as he teased her lips, and she was all too willing to comply. With a soft sigh she allowed him in, and moaned against him softly as their tongues played in her mouth. His arms snaked around her, lifting her off the ground, and Kaura responded by encircling her legs around him tightly, locking their hips together for support. Tristan led her to the bed, and laid her down gently, his body never leaving hers as they moved together. It was glorious, sensual, loving, and eased Kaura into relaxing, her body melting against his.

Taking just a moment he tilts his head back only slightly, their lips separate and he intakes a sharp yet shaky breath. Those emerald eyes look down upon her with love to say nothing and yet everything all at the same time. That swirling pool of emotion within churning, tossing to and fro, and every bit exposed through his gaze. The passion burning deep inside, he can feel it even flowing through his veins. Heart beating furiously within his chest, he can hear each beat like a dull thud, pounding faster still. Feverishly he presses his lips to hers once more. The arm wrapped around her lithe form wrangling from beneath her, placing his palm against the bed to push slowly up. The muscles in the arm tighten with disdain upon supporting his weight, inching their bodies apart. Freeing the opposite hand from her tight grasp and dropping down between them.

Fingers curl and firmly wrap around his stiff member. Teasing her playfully at first with just the tip, gliding it at a painfully slow pace up and then down her slit. He can't help but to notice how aroused she is already as the warmth of her juices coats the tip. Gently he slides in, just the head at first, being ever mindful not to hurt her and patiently taking his time. All the while his kiss becomes only deeper, pouring all of himself into it once more. His tongue darting through, pushing past her lips, frantically hunting her own. Finding it suddenly and pinning it to the roof of her mouth before the two intertwine.

Kaura drew in long breath when Tristan pulled his lips from hers. His eyes met hers, burning with emotions Kaura couldn't name, but longed to feel. Her own reflected acceptance, kindness, and longing. The heated look lasted only seconds, but communicated everything before Tristan lowered his head again, and his mouth met hers again in another passion filled kiss. Kaura's lips parted for him, letting him push passionately into her mouth to seek out her tongue. They darted and played, fighting for dominance in her mouth before Kaura lost, her tongue pinned to the roof of her mouth before they melted together, moving and dancing in fervent passion.

Oh and she loved the dominance, how he asserted himself. Her arms wrapped around his neck, tangling in his hair to hold him close. Tristan pushed slowly up, raising his hips from hers without ever breaking their passion filled kiss. His hand slid between them, moving down to grip his member and guide it across her.

Kaura gasped and moaned, bucking her hips up to meet Tristan's as the head of his cock slid across her folds. She shuddered to the sensation, soft and desperate sounds of passion escaping her as he brushes against her sensitive nub. Her body writhed under his, drawing him in even closer, her breasts crushed against his chest, her lips moving against his with desperate need as their tongues moved as one in her mouth. It felt like an eternity to the young elf before Tristan drew his hips back, and lined his cock up with her entrance. She was already dripping wet from her arousal, and Tristan slipped in easily, parting her virgin flesh. She moaned again, bucking her hips up against him in her need, the slight discomfort of being stretched no match for the intense feeling he was offering her.

A glimmering hint of submission under his domination of the moment hardly went unnoticed. A dark sense of longing and ache for indulgence Tristan felt within her every idle quiver. Every fluid movement and even slightest touch from her spoke of that very desire. Like a dim yet alluring chorus of passion and need, the way she moved, said more than paltry words could every relate. Wanting nothing more than to satisfy every whim and whisp of desire, slowly he begins to push, sliding his cock steadily further in. Even as she crashes up against him still he pursues, easing inch by inch.

Finally he finds himself buried within her, their hips grind and mash together. The hand rises and slowly then and lands on her cheek. Allowing a solitary digit, using only just the tip, to glide across her flesh, a smile forming upon his lips even through the ferocity of their kiss. Though every touch was sweeter than the last, he gives in and begins to bear down upon her. His body melting against hers he still persists and begins to take control.

Kaura moved with Tristan as he claimed her body as his, their hips meeting as he pushed steadily forward. He slid in easily, inch by inch until he hit her virgin barrier, and he pushed steadily through. She stretched for a moment, took in a sharp breath as her legs tightened around him at the shock of pain, and as gently as was possibly he tore through her. He pushed the rest of his manhood deep inside Kaura, and with that she was his.

Tristan ground deeply into her, his body rubbing her most sensitive areas to replace the bit of pain with a growing pleasure. She moaned in delight, moving her tongue against Tristan's hungrily as her hips moved with his, grinding against him as he swirled deep inside of her. She ached to tell him how it felt to have him inside of her, how connected she felt with him right now. But talking meant breaking their kiss, and she didn't want a single inch separating her and her lover now.

A soft growl bellowed from deep in his throat, rumbling vividly rampant through their kiss. Slowly he lowers himself down upon her completely. Both of his powerful arms hungrily wrap around and hug her tightly, mashing their bodies together. Her legs tighten, hips abrade together, pulling him in deeper still. Weakly breaking their kiss he takes in a quiet yet shaky breath. Feeling her lips quiver against his own, her grip tightening with fingernails digging delicately into his back, offers a brief moment of hesitation. Amazed that she gives herself to him so fervently, passionately even as the pain rips through her body.

Pushing against the tight embrace of her legs ,timidly at first, he begins to gradually withdraw. Inches of agonizing separation between them, no matter how desperately the ache of desire claws and rips away, he holds his reserve if only briefly. Slowly he descends to her once more, gliding back in just as deeply as before. Feeling those muscles wrapped so tightly around his shaft and her legs against his back pulling desperately against him.

With eyes half open, limpid pools gaze upon her lovingly, admiring her very feature as they slowly look over her flawless body. Slowly bowing his head, his lips placing tender little warm wet kisses against her skin, he works his way down. Hungry lips suddenly wrap themselves around a nipple, parted slightly only by the tip of the tongue as it lashes out feverishly, lapping back and forth. Holding there, teasing incessantly for mere seconds, he turns back, grinning up at her, eyes filled with delight he swiftly moves to the other breast to do the same.

Slowly the pain of having her virginity taken began to fade, and Kaura's body adjusted to Tristan's size. She groaned softly against his lips as he growled at her, before slowly withdrawing his lips from hers. Kaura trembled softly, feeling Tristan's hot breath mix with her own as they pant gently. Her legs tighten ever so slightly around Tristan, but he was withdrawing, pulling his length from inside of her. Kaura made a small sound of protest, not wanting a single bit of his body to leave her own.

He paused, and slowly reverses, pushing himself back into her once more. Kaura lets out a satisfied sigh, her legs tightening around him to push more of his body deep inside of her own. "Tristan." She gasped lightly, her fingers tightening on his back once more as a shudder ran up her body. It was as though every movement he made sent more shock-waves of pleasure coursing through every fiber of Kaura's being. She felt more alive than she ever had, more pleasure and joy than she knew existed in this world and it was all because of this glorious man who moved so wonderfully over her.

Her lips desperately sought his again, but Tristan was moving down. His lips danced over her, trailing a line of wet kisses down her jaw and neck, and she shivered in delight. Everywhere he touched felt hot, and when he moved away icy cold again, as if only what he touched was truly alive.

Finally he reached the rise of her breasts, and he works down, all too slowly. Kaura was holding her breath when he finally reached her peak, only to gasp in delight when his lips wrapped around her passion stiffened nipple. She gasped and writhed under him as the tip of his tongue teased her, flickering in a way that made her toes curl, and a desperate gasp sound from her lips. After a moment Tristan looked up and grinned, eyes flashing with passion and joy as he moved to her other breast, giving it the same wonderful attention. Kaura arched and tensed with every move of his tongue, and motion of his hips, crying out Tristan's name again and again in her passion until she could not lay still any longer. Her fingers tangled in Tristan copper locks, and urged him up, so she could place a feverish kiss on his lips.

The brief meeting of their eyes quelled any question of feelings for one another, the emotion held within each burning so brightly. Delightfully acquiescing such feverish beckoning, he rises swiftly so their lips can meet once again. At first a simple kiss, a bare glance of flesh to flesh, sweet and elegant. Head tipping back to gladly endure such loving caresses as her fingers tightly interlace in his copper hued locks. The torment of passion demanding much more but teasing was something he greatly relished. A devilishly quick sweep of his tongue across those slightly parted tiers, her taste both nectarous and crisp. The persecution of denying her what she so desperately wanted was bittersweet indeed. Again burning desire takes it's fiery grip and he mashes his mouth to hers, deeply, passionately meeting her in loving lips embrace. A soft growl muffled as his tongue barges through to seek hers out once again. Tongues begin to dance playfully about before intertwining passionately once more. Her kisses were mind numbing, each one filled with a swell of desire and passion that sends a torrent of emotion ripping through him. Lost somewhere in his mind between the feel of her warmth, her need, her aching desire and their embrace lie the thought of how he ever lived without her touch to begin with, and how he never wanted to be without it again.

Though lifting his hips only mere inches away he thrusts powerfully into her now, time and again. Both hands sneaking up and finding her shoulders and suddenly grip tightly, the skin whitening in distress as fingers press into the flesh. Her legs still weakly wrapped around his body, he can feel their grip loosening gradually though every subtle gesture made begs for more. Consistently burying his full length into her and trying desperately to push further still, rasping skin against skin until it's almost painful. Her paltry whimpers only bolstering the shared passion further as he pulls her sharply into each oncoming thrust. The feeling of being almost saturated with pleasure nearly too much to withstand. Every withdraw from within her felt like an eternity only to be shattered by crashing into her again.

Their eyes met for a moment as Kaura pulled Tristan up into the kiss. It was a brief communication, but said so much, and the emotion reflected in his eyes almost brought tears to her own. His lips met hers, and Kaura sighed ever so softly. He teased her wonderfully, his tongue tracing across her lips, but not seeking to push through just yet. Kaura moaned softly to his tender touch before the teasing became too much for even him, and he pushed his mouth into hers. Kaura gave a desperate moan as he pushed his tongue in against hers, and they struggled and played for dominance for a few moments before pressing together again. They moved as one in Kaura's mouth, tasting, feeling, loving each other.

Tristan withdrew from her again, and Kaura shuddered, her hips pulling back before he slammed into hers again. Another gasp sounded from her at the impact, and her entire body felt alive with ecstasy. Tristan's hands descended onto her shoulder, gripping her tightly as he pulled her into each thrust. His firm grasp on her shoulders sent a shock of pain running through her, but it mixed deliciously with the pleasure, intensifying it by contrast until her m,ind was spinning and drunk with pleasure. All that mattered in these moments was pleasure and love, and what they could do for each other.

Beads of sweat form upon a furrowed brow, his body showing signs of duress as he continually hammers into her. Each oncoming thrust into her tight depths equally as powerful as the one preceding. Fatigue greedily reached out it's ugly hands and began to take it's loathsome toll. Desperately he struggles to resist the limits of endurance on both fronts. Pleasure was nipping perpetually not far behind exhaustion and with every second's wane the beast grew only stronger. Though compliance was undoubtedly inevitable still he struggled against the storm. Knowing all too well that one or the other would take him soon and this moment would come ceaselessly crashing down around him, he perseveres.

His mind a haze, muddled with an onslaught of emotions each one just as demanding. The desire to please Kaura in every conceivable aspect, to grant her pleasure unlike anything she had ever known, expressed desperately in even the most subtle of movements. Deep growls escaping into their kiss with every thrust, half an expression of pleasure the rest an angry audible protest to physical submission. Both eyes clinch shut tightly and muscles begin to tighten in his jaw as yet another futile attempt of resistance. Fingers still dig and press into her shoulders as both hands tug fiercely down to mash their bodies together.

Tristan was tiring, Kaura could see it int every passionate movement he made, the way he gulped in air, and how beads of sweat formed on his brow. The pleasure was still clear on his face, that impassioned look of bliss as he drove them both to a climactic finish. His body pounded fiercely into Kaura's, and he forced her down into every thrust.

Kaura moaned and writhed under Tristan, noticing as he began to show the signs of fatigue. She smiled, and broke their passionate kiss, her hands raising to rest lightly on his shoulders. "Let me... Give you pleasure." She panted, pushing on him as she rolled, flipping him onto his back. She grinned down at him, moving her hips up and down as she got accustomed to being in control. "It's fantastic!" She panted, moving at the same feverish rhythm as Tristan had been only seconds before. Her fingers clenched on the bedsheets as that wonderful pleasure neared cresting, and she cried out Tristan's name in ecstasy, praying he was as close as she was, so they could share the experience together.

Humbly welcoming any chance for respite, he shifts his weight under her direction to trade places. His broad chest coated in sweat and heaving heavily as he nearly gasps for air. Weary arms raise slightly so that hands can find their rest upon her hips. Fingers dig sharply into her skin as his grip suddenly contracts, straining to hold on tightly as Kaura begins to buck. A wicked grin of content dons his lips as eyes beam up at her, filled with delight.

Amazingly it feels like she manages to plow him even deeper with each stride. Every time she slams down a heated growl escapes past his lips. It was all he could do to contain himself as seconds of pleasure feel like they become stretched into minutes at a time. Her muscles wrapped so tightly around his member, soaked in her own juices, seemed to clench even tighter still as the waves over pleasure ripping through his body only grow in strength. He strains desperately to suppress the tide before it swallows him whole and hold out for just a few more seconds, aching just as badly as she to share a climactic end of their lovemaking together.

Kaura meets Tristan's grin with one of her own, her hips moving over his again and again. She leaned in close, her eyes half lidded from pleasure as she shuddered over him, pleasure coursing through every inch of her being. Her lips met Tristan's again, in short and needy kisses, taking his lip between hers again and again. She groaned in joy as Tristan's fingers moved down her, gripping her hips to grip desperately. His nails bit into, and she gave a shuddered moan of pleasure, bucking even harder.

A few long seconds passed, and Kaura couldn't hold back her ecstasy any longer. She drew in a shuddered breath and pressed her lips to Tristan's once more, holding it there as pleasure unlike any she'd ever known crashed through her. She struggled to keep moving, pumping, grinding over Tristan in the midst of the orgasm, moaning deeply against his lips as her fingers tangled again in his hair, as if trying to draw him in closer to her. Every muscle in her body tensed and trembled as the orgasm overtook her.

It was one powerful wave of ecstacy after another ceaselessly crashing down upon him. With her body trembling and bucking it was a struggle just to maintain his grip. One arm suddenly wraps around her to pull her down fiercely against him, their hot sweaty bodies nearly melting in to one another. Their lips crushed together barely muffling exhausted grunts of pleasure. As her muscles tighten around him and legs close against his sides, he holds her firm. The feeling of her trembling and quivering in such glorious, passionate delight yet mixed so sweetly with pleasure, was more than he could bear.

Every muscle in his body begins to tighten, growing taught with disdain both eyes shut tightly. Finally the pleasure rips through every muscle, every fiber, with a low roar suddenly he snaps at her, deftly taking her lower lip between his teeth. With lips idly trembling, then offering a loud yet shaky growl. His hot breath beating against her face, he holds it there carefully. Nails slowly rake down her back leaving light crimson trails in the flesh as the climax racks his entire body. The other hand clamped to her hip, nails clawing slightly deeper as the waves very slowly begin to subside.

She knew by the way Tristan moved that he was crashing into his own orgasm. Any strength she had left her, and she could only move in blind passion over Tristan, crying his name desperately as her hips bucked over him again and again. She felt pleasure across every inch of her body, consuming and overwhelming her senses until her every muscle was tense, quivering, and alive in the joyous bliss of release. Tristan tensed, and almost roared at her, leaning forward to catch her lip between his teeth.

The next moments were a blur of sensations and sounds to Kaura. She heard his growling, her moaning, and the frantic slaps of her thighs meeting his again and again. She felt his nails tighten on her, the glorious pain cutting through the pleasure, only to mix, and churn together until she couldn't hope to separate it. There was no sense of time, until finally Kaura collapsed completely. She quivered slightly, gulping in air as her fingers stroked and teased Tristan's muscles. She felt every bit of him, kissing anywhere her lips met flesh, too tired to open her eyes to see where they landed.

As his head lands against the bed he remains silent and idle, the only motion was the heaving of his chest as he panted heavily. Her flurry of kisses made it all the more difficult for the pleasure to subside as he lay there throbbing within her. It seemed like eternity before the waves of pleasure that crashed through him finally started to ebb. The litany of emotions and feelings screaming inside slowly fall silent for just a moment. He struggles to say it, the words rest hauntingly on the tip of his tongue but fail to be spoken. Though completely forgetting the fact that what they had just done, in their culture, bonded them for life.

Slowly, slender digits, still trembling with delight, shakily release their hold and he lifts his hand and brings it up to gently brush back sweat matted bangs from her face. A soft smile plays upon his lips as he gazes lovingly upon her glistening wet face with only slightly open eyes. With barely any strength left to move, very slowly he glides his hand down her back, palming over the fresh, light scratches in her skin. He becomes choked with guilt as those fingers dance across the result of their passion, even though at the time it only seemed to incredibly intensify the situation. Wearily and softly he speaks, while tenderly stroking her face “I’m sorry…I hope I was nae too rough with ya..”

Finally the waves of pleasure ceased, and her lay ontop of Tristan with her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She sighed softly as Tristan raised his fingers, brushing a stray lock of damp hair from her face as she stared lovingly down at him. She nuzzled close, burying her head in his shoulder as her arms tightened around him. She could feel his hand roaming over her, and sighed in delight. She laughed softly to his muffled apology, and and very gently kisses his nose. With a soft groan she pushed herself onto her elbows, and smiled down at Tristan, her hair falling in delicate waves around her face. She brushed a few strands of coppery locks from his eyes, and kissed his forehead. "You weren't too rough, not at all."

She gave him one last reassuring smile before she rolled off, laying next to him with one leg draped over his waist. She carefully examined the features of his face, stroking him lightly. "Besides.... We're mates. As your mate I want you to fulfill your every desire with me. I am more than strong enough to handle a few scratches in the heat of passion. In fact, I rather enjoyed it."

Slowly his lungs fill with air as he intakes a deep breath and release in a content sigh. A broad smile perches upon his lips at the thought of her being his mate was terribly pleasing indeed. An idle hand gently placed on her arm where fingers playfully dance against over her skin. Eyes slowly fall shut as he takes a brief moment to collect himself before speaking, while absentmindedly leaning into her caress. A torrent of thoughts still swimming around in his mind and a part of him still baffled at everything that's happened so far and yet their journey hasn't even really begun.

"I am glad ta have pleased ya so.." He whispers softly before turning to face her. Eyes, filled with love and compassion, let their gaze study every delicate feature of her visage and carefully burn the image into his mind. The locks of hair draped over her neck and cheek, those cute dimples and even every little curve, he wants desperately to remember this very moment forever. He can feel that knot tightening within his stomach and he struggles to swallow, eyes plainly exposing the struggle withing. Gliding his tongue over his lips he takes in a sharp breath before speaking oh so softly. "Kaura I will always love ya, I always have, dinnae e'er forget that..please..." Lips turning into a weak smile as he pulls himself slightly closer. "An' nae matter what happens I will nea leave you're side, I swear it." A stern look of sincerity and compassion washing over his features.

Kaura smiled slightly as Tristan watched her, curling in with one leg draped over his waist almost casually. Her hair had come loose from the braid in their coupling, and cascaded across her body. His eyes roamed over her, and Kaura shivered slightly, smiling as he examined her, taking in every detail of her nude form as if every inch of her was the most important thing in the world. She only needed to examine his eyes though, watching the emerald orbs roam across her. They shined bright with emotion, reflecting more love than he could ever tell her verbally.

He was so endearing when he told her he loved her, she wanted nothing more than to return it. But she couldn't, as much as her feeling could develop into love, and as desperately as she wanted them to, she didn't know him yet. "I will love you." She whispered, and she squeezed his hand lightly, her smile reassuring. "If we reach the source.... I will live for hundreds of years with you. We're bonded, we are mates. I am glad that it is you I will spend my life with."

Gently placing his palm against her cheek, with the thumb lightly caressing her skin, he smiles warmly. Emerald pools return their gaze to her own and stare in loving admiration. "When...when we reach the source my dearest..never if, we will reach it, that I swear to ya.." Her words did yet provide him comfort even without the response he had so desperately longed to hear, just the thought of being able to spend the rest of his years with her is incredibly satisfying indeed. Her eyes exposing the swirl of emotions within, like windows to the heart, it was almost painful to see as she deeply struggled against rational thought not to say what she felt. He had no room to talk however, having shut in his own feelings for her for years, until this very night.

"We should get some rest my dear, we have a long day tomorrow." He tilts on his side and grasps the covers, pulling them down slightly. Smiling back down to her once more he gently then scoops her up into his arms and lifts. Pulling himself to his feet, holding her carefully he strides those few subtle steps to the head of the bed. Carefully he lowers her back down onto the bed before climbing in himself, taking hold of the covers and drawing them in around them both. Arms find her in sweet embrace once more, never wanting to let go. With eyes half shut slowly he leans forward to place a soft kiss to her forehead. "Rest well my sweet.." His voice again betraying his own emotions even through careful loving whisper.