Consequence of Choice (Nekrosilisk88 & DarkAngel76)

[Nekrosilisk88]

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With his breath growing more ragged Asrath knew he couldn't hold out much longer. His hands held firmly to her hips his nail biting into her flesh as she slowly dragged hers across his chest. A moment later he felt his back arch, bucking his hips into her and releasing all the tension he'd been holding. reaching up, he pulled her down to him, and smiled as he kissed her long and deep. He held her against him as his mind retreated into its depth to think.

Here he was, perhaps with the greatest treasure he'd ever found, and yet he knew the day may come where he'd have to destroy it. he didn't know if the temple in Seras would pay the remainder of his fee for her after she'd violated her oaths like this, and more disturbing to him, was the thought that if they didn't he knew he would hold true to his word and kill her. With sigh he resolved to enjoy what time he would have with her. whatever happened in the future would happen, but for now all he wanted was to be with her.

 

[darkangel76]

Elana’s emotions surged with each movement of her hips against Asrath’s. The moment was so beautiful, so precious and she was glad to be sharing it with him. Somehow, she knew she’d found the one man she was supposed to follow. That one man whose side she was meant to be beside until she was no longer able to breathe. Life was so strange, so very cruel and unfair. Her entire life had been wasted away within those temple walls, her mind filled with rules and notions meant to instill fear of the outside world. She’d been given up by her family; brainwashed into a way of life without knowing anything else was out there. Strangely, being chosen to go on the pilgrimage to Seras was probably the most wonderful and eye opening thing to have happened to her.

As Elana continued to move her body against Asrath’s, her fingers taking in the feel of his skin, its heat, she could feel her emotions surging to limits she didn’t know if she’d be able to handle. Throwing her head back, she let her tears fall. She was terrified of the future and what would happen once they reached Seras. A part of her wanted to delay their arrival as much as possible because in her heart she could feel a blackness beginning to grow, something she wasn’t used to at all. She’d finally admitted what she wanted out of life. And now that she knew and now that she’d found the one person she could imagine having such a life with, she’d more than likely die at her lover’s hands. It was more than she could bear. Could he really follow through with that vow? She didn’t want to believe it, but deep inside something told her he would. And that only stung all the more. Though what was worse, she knew she wouldn’t run from him. She’d let him do what he felt needed to be done.

Elana’s heart wept at the thought of such a black fate. One she was beginning to feel would be inevitable. She’d broken her oaths to her order, given away her innocence. There was no way the Girion Priests would accept her let alone fund the payment for Asrath’s troubles given all of that. And they’d know if she’d tried to lie and that would only bring her more pain. It made her mind spin and hope that she’d be able to find another way to pay Asrath. Would he let her find a way? Would he give her that chance? In her heart, she hoped so, but despite the feelings that stirred deep within her soul, there was uncertainty.

Bringing her head back to a more neutral position, Elana looked down into Asrath’s eyes. It was clear that she’d been crying as they glistened with feelings words could never come close to describing. Biting down on her lip, her eyes locked onto his, she let her hips grind hard against him. “Oh god,” she whimpered as she felt her climax ever nearing. Oh the sweet rapturous bliss as her body began to tense around his thick member. Up and down, slip and slide, the sweat was starting to bead along her spine. Breathing harder and harder, she didn’t think she’d last much longer. Just then, she let out a loud moan, “Asrath!” she shouted, her eyes still locked onto his. “Oh Asrath…”

Elana wouldn’t stray from Asrath’s gaze. The moment was too intense, too intimate. And she wasn’t about to destroy any part of that if she could help it. Just then, her muscles clenched and the euphoria of orgasm washed over her as she felt her muscles walls pulsing over and over as she continued to ride him.

 

[Nekrosilisk88]

Asrath continued to make love to Elana well into the night. He wanted to delay the inevitable for as long as possible, though in soul he knew it would only hurt him more if he did. He'd lost what small vestige of humanity he had left. It hadn't died, but it had found a new home, in her. When she died, so would his humanity, there would be nothing left for him, and ironically, he would more than likely be the cause of her death, of their death.

When he awoke, he found Elana in all her beauty lying on top of him. he brushed a hand against her hair, before sliding out of the sleeping roll, and getting dressed. When he stepped out of the tent, and looked up, he could see it was getting close to midday. He smiled. He'd actually slept for a change. Real sleep, not the half awake state of unrest he was usually in, but true and genuine sleep.

Pulling out some of the supplies he bought he started fixing something for breakfast.