Rise of Darkness (Alvis & Malicious Lullaby)

Oh, oh, right there, almost—
And then nothing. She was panting hard and looked up, seeing as he just stopped. She whimpered and wanted to throw a fit. She had been right there, so ready to feel that first burst of pleasure and from him, the real him! He stopped it. Cheeky bastard, she thought to herself. Just as she was about to raise hell, his lips claimed hers and all of a sudden, she forgot why she had been so angry at him in the first place. As if just like that, all had been forgiven. Her body melted back onto the soft green moss, scooting as her lips parted, letting him join her.

She looked into his eyes, her breathing coming in quick, short pants already and she somehow got the intent before he actually acted upon them. Her body was slithering down his until she was basically straddling his legs, her face at a very friendly level with his beautiful cock. She admired the specimen before wrapping her fingers around him, giving a good few strokes, a nice pump-pump, marveling at how he felt in her hand. Oh, so this is what it felt like. He was hard, velvety smooth and she could feel his veins along his shaft, and for some reason, it made shivers run up her spine.

Licking her lips, Ewyn glanced up at him and then down at his cock, leaning down and letting her tongue flick along the head, tentatively almost, as if she was taking advantage of being able to torture him now, a little payback. Tit for tat. She didn’t anticipate she’d actually like it so much, wanting to taste more and wanting to really delve. She could control herself. She hoped.
Ewyn took him into her mouth after her tongue licked along, slowly, inch by inch until she had half of him nestled in her mouth. She moaned, her mouth tightening around him like a suction and she drew back, only to take him back in. She repeated it, going faster while stroking him. She had no idea what she was doing, she just hoped it was right. Common sense said to at least…

He had been right. Ewyn was a smart girl. Very smart indeed. She took to the task like she'd done it a dozen times before, but something about her told Faryn that it wasn't the case. She was just a natural at it. He leaned back, and groaned, letting her work. Oh, it was better than he'd hoped for, far better than he'd expected, and it was really getting him going right about then. He moved his hips slightly, pushing just a little more of himself into her, his head tilted back as she kept going. A part of him was resolved to just sit and wait, let her get him off completely like this. But then the rest of him kicked in, and wouldn't let that slide.

He sat up, his hands going to her face, adn pulling her towards him, pressing his lips back to hers. He pulled her forward, sliding her closer to him, before he spun, putting her under him, and leaning down to press them together. Their bodies were entwined as his tongue traced the outline of her lips, and he let otu a breath as he pushed himself inside of her. He moved a little slowly, inch after inch of him sliding into her, stretching her around him, tightly wrapping his cock. He felt their hips meet, and he smiled down at her. This. This is what they'd both been craving for the time she'd been gone. And now they were both going to get it. He back his hips up, and plunged back into her. And then repeated the motion. He got going in earnest then.

It was like a breath of fresh air, he was. Her lips on his, causing her to just melt and sigh into him, though not necessarily in that order. Now once more lying beneath him, her body hummed with the anticipation of what was to come. It was so empowering to have him in her mouth, putting her in actual shock to know she could please him well with it considering she’d never done it before but that’s what made it all so empowering. Just knowing that. It made her feel good. It pleased her immensely, as much as it pleased him. Now here she was, waiting for that moment, reveling in the sensations. The little bit of his tongue tracing her lips, the sudden movement and then she was all sensations as she felt his substantial length push into her, pushing forward into a place never explored before. Her body heightened in sense, her back arched and her arms slid around his neck before her nails dragged down his back, deeply. Oh, pain and then pleasure, all together, entwined in a heady mix that made her head spin, her body feeling like it was floating up to cloud nine.

Her lips parted from his and a deep sigh came from her as she rest her head back against the blanket of moss on the rock slab. Finally. This is what she had been waiting for, what she couldn’t get out of her mind since that horrid nightmare. Faryn wasn’t a nightmare, not the real him. No, the real him was like a dream. She was tempted to ask him to pinch her but he kind of did, pinching her hymen, breaking through with the thickness of his girth. A breath of fresh air. Finally getting what they both wanted. Good things do happen to those who wait and she was kind of glad they did, allowing their passion and need to culminate into something far more.

Ewyn held onto him tightly as he began a delicious assault of her tight channel, her walls clenching tightly around him and deep moans coming from her each time he pushed deeper and harder. It made her moans turn into cries of pleasure, heavy pants and her body feeling the intense throes of passion of this entire moment. Well, more than a moment, for sure. It was amazing and new and she liked trying new things. She wanted to do this new thing many times in the future.

Faryn took his time with things, not wanting to rush them. He had felt the proof of this being her first time, and wanted to make sure it stayed an excellent memory for her. As he worked on her, a little rough, but not harsh or brutal. He could feel her holding him close, which was just fine by him. He liked the way she sounded, the way her moans were turning into cries, promising that she was moving closer and closer to her release, and he leaned down plant a kiss on her throat, then running his tongue along the back of her jaw before his teeth nipped at the lobe of her ear.

His pace was starting to pick up, being spurred on by the way she was crying out,, calling on him to do more, bring her farther and farther along, and Faryn could feel hismelf starting to swell within her. It was her first time. It was highly unlikely that she'd have any spell works to prevent herself from becoming with child, or even any of the less than reliable herbal remedies. But right then, with the two of them entwined like this, that was the farthest thing from his concern. He pumped his hips, gasping at the feel of her walls around him and leaned down, muffling her cries with his mouth, making it a deep, passionate kiss, wild abandon in the gesture as he felt himself let go, shooting his seed up inside of her.

The more he went, the more he responded well to the bits of encouragement she naturally gave to him, the more she responded even better, losing herself further and letting her head swim with a rush of pleasure, as well as her body. It was so much better than any dream possible. It was real and she loved how it made her feel, what it let her explore. There were certainly finer pleasures in life than busying away in books and devoting her entire life to her studies. There were actual carnal pleasures that she only heard about it in the most limited of fashions and never inquired of, though it did leave her incredibly curious. Now she was experienced. Ewyn understood the excitement, how one could be driven mad by the insatiable power of lust, how it could easily consume a person wholly. That wasn’t going to be her but it was a delicious time to experience and one she wanted to experience again. With the right person.

Her moans increased, turning from cries to almost screams. It felt like her body was going to vibrate into an oblivion from the thrumming pleasure and pressure that was building up deep inside of her. Higher and higher like the greatest magical bomb waiting to happen, to consume her. And when it felt like she just might scream and not even be completely aware of it, her silenced the anticipation, kissing her full on in such a deep and passionate kiss, she let go. Her walls clenched around his throbbing length, pleasure burst through her like a dam being broken through so intensely and with her eyes closed, she saw stars. So many stars flying above her like a mass of shooting stars, it was that good. Amazing. Truly beyond words. That and there was this delicious sensation that prolonged her orgasm, his hot essence filling her as deeply as his cock did. “Mmff.”

Faryn was breathing heavily afterwards, Ewyn underneath him looking like she'd found something that she'd been missing for a little while. He planted another kiss on her, this one sweet, gentle, before he teasingly ground his hips into hers, and backed himself out of her. He looked down at her, admiring the view a little more, remembering the first time he'd seen it, back in the inn, while she was getting a bath. Only a week or so past, but it seemed long ago now, especially in the wake of what had just happened.

He ran a hand along her leg, and smiled.
"I guess that would give us a need to bathe then, wouldn't it?" He asked with a teasing wink.

Yoristan fought the urge to fire up a watching spell, to keep tabs on Ewyn. She was a young woman, off to do Gods alone knew what in the village. And the Gods alone should know. It was a matter of trust, adn if he couldn't show some trust in her not only as an apprentice, but as a person, then he had no business being her teacher. Besides, he still had a few tings to do, a few external wards to set up in the event of invasion.

Ewyn had found bliss, she learned how to achieve reaching cloud nine and finally understood ‘worldly pleasures,’ because that was totally it! She panted hard and her limbs retracted from around his body slowly, allowing her to completely relax back on the comfort of the moss on the slab of rock. Her eyes stayed closed, as if enjoying coming down from the high of it all. Kisses, touches, sensations. Oh, delicious sensations as every vivid image flooded back into her brain.

What brought her out of her reverie was his hand on her leg, a sizzling touch and her eyes opened. Unruly hair aside, she looked at him with this sort of dreamy look, the look of a woman basking in the post-coital-orgasmic haze. “Mm, probably.” She giggled a little bit. “How strong are you Faryn? I seemed to have lost the ability of my legs at my moment.” She could feel them. She just didn’t know how to use them to walk, let alone stand and balance herself.

Faryn smiled as she spoke. He knelt beside her.
"Descended from blacksmiths, and spent the first chunk of my life at an anvil." He said calmly, and put his arm behind her knees, adn then around her shoulders, standing up as though she didn't weigh much at all. He carried her towards the hot spring pool. He had been told that the waters would be too hot for a person to stay in if not for the small waterfall that poured water into it right from the mountain streams, the water cold enough to numb skin almost instantly. It made for a very nice contrast, making the pool just steaming hot. The pool was very deep, maybe four feet at most. He smiled sweetly at Ewyn. "Hope your legs work now." He said with a lilt to his voice, adn promptly dropped her into the pool.

He stepped in after her, ready to fish her up tot eh surface if it looked like she was having trouble, but he could only grin as she sank with a thunk.

Ewyn smiled a lazy tired smile. Well that certainly did explain his good physique and why since the moment she saw him shirtless she wanted to run her tongue along his hot body. And then she realized that she never even actually got to do that. Oh well, perhaps there’d be another time for that. For now, she slid her arms around his neck as he lifted her and a little bit stunned that he did it so effortlessly. It’s not like she weighed terribly but she certainly didn’t have a body where one could count her ribs as she lay back.

She looked at him, admiring him from his profile and marveling at the fact that she had just done what she did with him. Oh, she’d be in a wonderful mood for days now that got her desires taken care of. Looking to the hot spring pool, she wondered if it was going to burn her alive. Ewyn almost voiced her worry until he spoke. She looked up at him and smiled. “Oh I’m sure they—“ Cut off by a shocked scream as her body was dropped into the hot water. It wasn’t scorching in that painful way. It was hot in that relaxing way.

When she resurfaced, she breathed in a deep lungful of air before suddenly coughing. Her hair was soaking wet and actually no longer unruly curls, easy to deal with and looked straightened down her back. Her body felt all tingly and warm and while she could stand on her own two feet in the pool, that being beside the point, she was seething. “That was not funny, you incorrigible, malignant, insufferable bastard!” So much for bliss.

Faryn, in the pool and close to her, smiled at her, his eyes partly closing in the smirk as he nodded.
"You're right. It was hillarious." He leaned in close. "And you love me for those things." He quipped, and leaned forward, planting another kiss on her, making it last a moment before he sank to a sitting position in the spring, sinking to his waist as he sat on the warm stone shelf. He'd been told a long time ago that this bowl had been shaped by Boulder Trolls as payment for a favour, and judging from how long it had lasted, her was inclined to believe them. His smile hadn't changed, and he paused, wondering exactly what she might try to do from here.

Her eyes, wide with anger with the litany of adjectives she spout off in regards to him, narrowed and she opened her mouth to maybe retort, call him something else, another litany when it shut firmly. A deep breath came from her nose, like a bull ready to charge. “I wouldn’t say—“ She started before a single kiss could make any bit of ire and resentment disappear. That was not fair! How could he do that, say that and then kiss her which made her want to hate him but she couldn’t. Basically making it a proven fact that it was getting rather close to impossible to love a bastard like him but she couldn’t hate him. That kiss, to which she hated she had been so responsive during by kissing him back, made her melt and she leaned back against a stone ledge, her body sinking into the warm water. Melted.

“I wouldn’t say love.” Ewyn spoke simply and matter-of-factly though refusing to look at him as if he wounded her or something. He didn’t. She simply being that over dramatic Ewyn Conal all over again. “Tolerate. Tolerable. Can’t imagine what you think of me. Although if you’re that...” How to say this without stroking his ego? Although she did like stroking—“Satisfying, although I do have nothing to compare it to, I suppose that makes you more than tolerable?”

"Ah, you'll tolerate me? Thanks ever so Ewyn." He drawled, enjoying hte way teh hot water was working on his back loosening out a few kinks that he'd been developing. He had the moment of wondering exactly what he could say, what more he could do. Did he want to make her smile, maybe a little shyly, or just render her a sputtering mass of shock and confusion? Well, his father had taught him one important thing when dealing with people. When in doubt, favour shock and awe tactics. "So to become mroe than tolerable to you, are you telling me that I'm just going to have to stick my penis in you more often? And maybe with more enthusiasm?" His voice was calm, conversational, as though what he was saying was of no difference than discussing the weather. He was certainly a general pain in hte ass. And he was okay with that.

Yoristan finished dropping the runestones off at the needed places, making a network of mystical traps that he could activate. It was becoming draining on him now, to work so much magic in a short time. He certain knew how to keep busy when Ewyn wasn't around, he'd certainly believe that. But in a way, her misfortune had been a stroke of luck. Else he might not have had the warning he needed to prepare this heavily.

She smiled and rest sunk down a little bit, stretching her legs out and sighing softly, her head resting back against the stone. “Aw, you’re very welcome Faryn. I do try to please.” She added dryly. The solace of the hot water was refreshing and relaxing, she very well could fall asleep easily and turn into a shriveled up prune, or simply faint from the swelling heat. Either or though the former seemed preferable and a lot less detrimental.
His tact was rather shocking, the reaction forming on her face for a moment before she simply giggled, her eyes closing as she took pleasure in the comfort of a simple jovial conversation, even if its subject wasn’t very simple or normal at all. “If that’s an invitation, and as much as I’d like not to seem overly eager, I can’t help myself but willingly accept. Don’t let it go to your head now, but you do make quite a fine partner and are quite the delicious specimen.” Now that she meant truly.

Standing up straight, so her breasts were just barely covered by the surface of the water, she walked over to him, soon standing right before him. Her hands moved to rest down on his legs beneath the water’s surface and she leaned in. Her lips found his ear, brushing against it softly before lightly biting down on his earlobe. “Is that better than tolerable? Perhaps I was understating. Only a little.”

He noted the shocked look, and he had to admit she rallied quite admirably. Mages. Quick on their mental feet, he'd give them that! And then she took a different tack, drifting across the water at him. The water was crystal clear, leaving nothing below it to teh imagination, and he had to admit that beneath the ripples on the surface, she still cut a very fine image of a young woman. Even if she was very new to the sexual game that they played, she was catching on rather quickly, he had to admit. She was close, her mouth by his ear, nibbling on it as she spoke softly.

Well, there were only a few way to respond to that, he knew. One was a gentle push back, acknowledging that he was done for the day, unable to keep going (which would be untrue in the extreme), To kiss her, and gently keep things light, pin her to teh wall and ravage her blind, or...something else. He reached up a hand, and brought her mouth over to his, giving her a gentle, but insistant kiss, his hand sliding down her side under the water. Drawing in a breath, his fingers found her sex, adn rubbed along her entrance a moment before sliding into her gently.

Ewyn always prided herself in being a fast learner, catching on quick and applying it easily. But with situations like these, a person could read up on carnal relations, study and learn things maybe many didn’t know but then where was the enjoyment of that? Not everything was a subject to be studied. It could be, but it didn’t mean it had to be or was meant to be. This was all impulse; she was going off of impulse. Something about Faryn made her want to push to his level, to not just be this hermit of a student who didn’t know anything beyond her studies and books. With Faryn, she wanted to be an actual human. Not the bad kind of a freak show.

She waited, her eyes on his, curious as to know what was going through that mind of his. Whether he was concocting some devious plan, contemplating rejection or if he was thinking of all the ways to truly drive her insane, that which could lead to an open interpretation; good or bad? But no more thoughts occurred as his lips found hers again, Ewyn learning just how much she enjoyed kissing. She leaned into him a little bit more, kissing with insistence but keeping it relatively innocent—for a kiss. His touch was scorching even with the hot water surrounding them, allowing her to moan into the kiss. That moment came when she parted her lips from his to gasp softly, feeling in full the pleasure that amassed as a lone digit slipped into her causing her hips to push towards it. Pulling back a little bit, she opened her eyes and looked at him, leaning back in like she might kiss him but only capturing his lower lip with her teeth, pulling it, dragging before releasing. “More.”

Faryn smiled. Oh, it was pretty obvious that she was still ready, stil wanted more, but that might be because he was something of a terrible tease, and had every intent of driving her up the walls a few times. It was something else his father had told him. If a woman doesn't give you a look like she's trying to set you on fire with her mind at least once a day, than you're doing something wrong. He felt her teeth on his lip, heard her murmur, and winked at her, adding two more fingers suddenly, his thumb moving arouns to her clit, rubbing at her while he leaned down to drag his teeth across her neck in a gentle bite.

"The hell is Faryn?" The innkeeper asked one of the maids.
"Taking care of some Fae trouble. He had an adorable little rocky troll following him." She supplied. The innkeeper rolled his eyes. Faryn was a good man, did his job without question or complaint. But damn it all if wasn't haring off to handle some kind of Fae problem in the village every week. Of course it was good for the inn, as people liked to stay around when they came looking for him. It was still annoying. Oh well. Not like he was likely to be able to do anything about it.

He might have unleashed a certain kind of new raw energy in her, making her body crave more by a single touch. Even if she had been the one to go into this willingly, starting it, teasing him, purposely trying to taunt him, she never did anticipate him being able to turn it all around on her and make her so wanton. She really needed to stop underestimating him.
A soft gasp came from her, a small moan eliciting after as he plunged two more in. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back a little bit also allowing him access to her neck which heightened the pleasure for her more. The hot water of the spring allowed her body to be rather sensitive, overly too, especially from her most recent orgasm. It left her wanting more, wanting him all over again. “Please Faryn…”

One could argue that she'd played him, brought him to this, and just wanted to have him do more to her, but Faryn had the suspicion that she might have had something in mind, she hadn't been anticipating this. Not by a long shot. And what was more, he'd been gentle with, reasonably so anyway, before, but he wasn't sure he felt quite inclined to be doing that this time. He was still rock hard under the water, still ready for more, and now she was literally begging him for more. He was only human. And every man had limits. And he had reached his.

With a deep breath, he plunged his fingers deep into her, holding them there for a moment, before moving off of the rock shelf. His hand withdrew, and moved to her back. His other hand went to her ass, and pushed, getting her knees on the rock shelf, her upper body half pressed into the smooth stone of the bowl. A hand was on her shoulder, keeping her in place as he moved around behind her. His cock brushed against her sex from behind, rubbing against it, and he leaned closer to her.
"Please?" He half whispered, his words low, breeathy and husky. "Please what Ewyn?" He taunted, sliding his cock between her legs, and hitting her clit, before rubbing along her sex again.

Her hands left his legs and she moved them to his shoulders, gripping them tightly for some sort of grasp on her sanity which was currently being delicious plagued by the pleasure soaring through her. He was rough and she liked it, loved what it did to her, how it made her body shake and the rippling sensations tearing through her, it took all she had not to mount him and ride him all the way to the stars.

Before she could try to mount him however, his fingers left, leaving her empty and sorely disappointed but that disappointment very quickly vanished as she found herself pushed up against the spring wall, her back to him and feeling him against her, his cock teasing her, making her push her bottom back into him as if in the hopes of it slipping into her oh so eager passage. Her eyes closed to half lids and she panted softly already, moaning, her hand moving down beneath the water’s surface in between her legs to let her fingers graze over the head of his cock which teased her, tormented her. She wanted him inside of her, she wanted him to ravage her. Make her really scream and send all the creatures of nature fleeing because of the sounds she’d make. “Faryn…” She whimpered. “I need you.” She begged. “Please, fill me, take me…” The words were on the tip of her tongue, of what she really wanted him to do, what she really wanted to say but desperate to hold onto some visage of propriety, she didn’t say it.

Faryn smiled. She was really right where he wanted her, ready to go, and eager. Basically begging him for it. He could stop now, and send her on her way, though he might have to walk back to the village alone at that point. Else he could be risking his life. He also knew that it might not be a great ideato tease a mage too hard. He might have a lot of cause to regret it. He leaned forward again, hands going to her breasts, gripping htem firmly, and then letting out a breath as he pushed up into her with a single hard stroke.

It felt deeper from this angle, and the water around them kept everything warm. His thrusts pushed her forward, making his grip on her breasts more pronounced, and his teeth fell onto her shoulder, biting down on her.

She was too far in to think that he might try to pull something. HE was hard, she could feel him as her fingers touched along him, as if to maybe push him into her, push back into him and make him take her. That’s how she pushed him to push her. So really, it was technically her own fault essentially but he just made it something else, making it mutate and now if he didn’t, she’d lose her mind, probably snap and unleash fire and brimstone, making him never want to copulate ever again. She’d make sure of it.

But all that went away the moment he finally sunk deep into her with a powerful thrust that rocked to her very core. Her eyes closed, her back arched and she moaned deeply. She was still sore since she willingly relinquished her maidenhood not too long ago but the feeling was as thrilling and rewarding as the first time, even more actually. Her bottom pushed back into his hips and her hands gripped the edge of the spring’s bowl, almost white knuckled. “Mm, more Faryn, more.” It was a side of herself she didn’t know existed but push a person far enough, they surprised themselves.

Faryn picked his pace up, the water slowing his motions, but he found himself just not caring. He used his grip on her to put more and more effort into his movements, pounding into her. Maybe it was her magic, or the way the Boulder Trolls and their magic was in the very stones of the place they were in, but he felt a strange kind of force welling in him. From his hands there was a faint tingling, making him feel more clearly, and he somehow knew that she would be similar, wherever his touch would go would make her all the more sensitive. He wished he'd been able to do this sooner, before he'd entered her, and at the thought, his cock underwent the same feeling, spreading a tingle of sensation into her. He gasped, the feeling quite unlike anything he'd ever felt before.
"Gods!" He gasped, picking his pace up even more more, wanting to see how it would feel like this. He felt himself starting to swell inside of her again.

It was a rise in pleasure she could feel so overwhelmingly. Little bits here and there with his touch. His touch on her shoulder and it sent a gush of pleasure through her, all leading straight to her core. Her neck, her shoulder even his cock inside of her which made her feel more than before. It was astounding really but it felt amazing. It made her body shake a lot more than before, than it already was and she gripped the edge of the spring’s bowl so tightly, her knuckles went white this time. Her moans seemed to turn into a symphony, almost in perfect timing with each thrust, the perfect response, losing herself entirely. She’d very soon not know who she was after this or just not understand how it turned into this, how it felt so much more. She knew she was oversensitive now but there had to be a reason, an explanation for it felt so much better, so much more pleasurable. “Faryn!” She gasped, like it was a shock that anything could ever feel this way. “Faryn!” Her voice turned more urgent with need as she felt that delicious build up come to a rising peak, one she almost couldn’t handle. “Faryn!” She screamed his name when it all came crashing down in a sense of burning lust, overtaking her, overwhelming her. Such an intense orgasm, she really didn’t understand.

Faryn was fairly gasping as he worked on Ewyn. The feeling was only getting more potent and she was clearly in agreement as she reacted in the very much favourable ways. When she started to call out his name it was more intense for him.
"Gods...Ewyn!" He gasped out, and slammed their bodies tightly together, pulling her back up to his chest, adn turning her face to him. He kissed her, hard and passionately, that tingle of sensation spreading from his lips, his tongue as he slid it inot her mouth, keeping htem tightly together as he came, pumping into her for the second time today, utterly unmindful of it all. He just wanted more of her. The blazing furnace of lust quieted after he had cum, and he sank onto the stone shelf, sliding himself out of Ewyn, but leaving her on his lap now, lips still pressed to hers. When he finally parted, he looked her in the eye, running his hand through her hair, adn cupping the side of her face. His smile showed nothing but gratitude on his face, his mind attributing the new feeling to her magic somehow.

She felt a warmer sensation as he pulled back into him, thankful that she was already on her knees and in the water because they would have buckled from that kiss that made her melt, her insides turn to goo and a deep moan to come from her through the kiss, vibrating against his lips. He was magical. Something about him was magical and it added to the entire experience? Or was it her? No, it had to be him. He was something else entirely.
Feeling his hot seed fill her so far, so full and deep, she sagged back into him, seeking comfort and solace in his arms. Her lips parted from his and she nuzzled her cheek into the crook of his neck, wrapping her arms around his neck, body against body, like being melded.

Pulling back slowly, her body still felt like it was shaking inwardly, vibrating from the high frequency of such a brilliant orgasm, delicious after shocks assaulting her. Ewyn was still panting hard, her gaze sweeping over his and once more, she turned to go on the inside, leaning into him and pressing her forehead to his. Her hands cupped around his neck and she breathed through her nose. What a deeper connection than before. That was the amazing part. A magically deep connection.