lands, they had
been commanded never to use their power for war; no matter how just the reason.
“You’re not dead,” he repeated into her cloak. “It was
all for nothing.”
“What did the Gods say was the punishment for disobeying
that decree?” Being only an apprentice and then suddenly promoted to Gatherer,
Tia had never been told anything more. Even the Gods had kept quiet about her
destiny, which made her pretty sure she was technically still an apprentice.
“They said that within two seasons, they would contrive
the most horrific death any Druid has ever suffered.”
“Six moon cycles.” She quickly did the math in her head.
“How many moon cycles has it been since the Great battle?”
“A little more than one,” he mumbled, tightening his arms
around her again.
Tia took a deep ragged breath as she felt a spear of pain
go through her chest. After all of this, they
had – maybe - five moon cycles together in this lifetime. Squeezing her eyes
together, she willed herself not to cry.
Still kneeling, Roland relaxed his hold and straightened
so they were chest to chest. Cupping her face, he lowered his head to kiss
her. It was a bitter sweet kiss, holding
all of the promises of tomorrow when today was all they might have.
“Anyone can see us,” Tia whispered against him mouth.
Pressing another kiss on his lips, she stood up and led them to the ring.
Placing a hand on the ring, she watched as a pair of stones silently slid open
to admit them.
Roland basically pounced on her and pulled her to the
ground as they stepped though and the stones slid closed behind them. Tia tried
to slow him down but the desperation in his actions was just too frantic for
her to calm. Deciding he definitely needed this, she let him continue at his
furious pace.
Laying flat on her back, she cringed as he lay fully
clothed on top of her and ground his erection painfully into her stomach. His
hands wandered quickly from her hips to her breasts and back around to her
buttocks. Squeezing her rear-end, Roland pushed her up into his swollen
appendage as he groaned in frustration.
Tia still tried to soothe him, afraid he was about to
hurt her if he didn’t slow down. Holding his head hostage, she kissed him
deeply, trying to will her body into feeling desire for her bonded. Pulling her
mouth away from his, she rained kisses along his jaw until she reached his
sensitive neck. Swirling her tongue over the pulse point, she then closed her
mouth over the area and lightly suckled. His corresponding moans of pleasure
filled the room and for just a moment, Tia thought she had succeeded in taming
the beast that seemed to be driving his actions.
As he reached down to yank her robe above her hips, she
knew she had been wrong. He moved to crush her mouth with his and brutally
kissed her even as he raised his own robes. Tia felt a moment of defeat as she
relinquished control of the situation.
Feeling
him probe her womanhood with his cock, Tia spread her legs wider and yielded to
his uncontrollable passion. Tensing as he plunged deep into her, she sighed in
relief as she felt little pain.
Roland gripped her hips tightly and forced her to lift
her hips to meet his hungry thrusts. The mating wasn’t all unpleasant for Tia, she squeezed her eyes tightly and unbidden
images of Bylan sprung to her mind. She imagined it was he who was riding her
and she felt a rush of heat as her body produced its natural lubrication in
response to her budding desire.
Tia shoved the guilt she felt over her fantasy out of her
mind and concentrated on reliving the wonderful feelings she had experienced
with the
been commanded never to use their power for war; no matter how just the reason.
“You’re not dead,” he repeated into her cloak. “It was
all for nothing.”
“What did the Gods say was the punishment for disobeying
that decree?” Being only an apprentice and then suddenly promoted to Gatherer,
Tia had never been told anything more. Even the Gods had kept quiet about her
destiny, which made her pretty sure she was technically still an apprentice.
“They said that within two seasons, they would contrive
the most horrific death any Druid has ever suffered.”
“Six moon cycles.” She quickly did the math in her head.
“How many moon cycles has it been since the Great battle?”
“A little more than one,” he mumbled, tightening his arms
around her again.
Tia took a deep ragged breath as she felt a spear of pain
go through her chest. After all of this, they
had – maybe - five moon cycles together in this lifetime. Squeezing her eyes
together, she willed herself not to cry.
Still kneeling, Roland relaxed his hold and straightened
so they were chest to chest. Cupping her face, he lowered his head to kiss
her. It was a bitter sweet kiss, holding
all of the promises of tomorrow when today was all they might have.
“Anyone can see us,” Tia whispered against him mouth.
Pressing another kiss on his lips, she stood up and led them to the ring.
Placing a hand on the ring, she watched as a pair of stones silently slid open
to admit them.
Roland basically pounced on her and pulled her to the
ground as they stepped though and the stones slid closed behind them. Tia tried
to slow him down but the desperation in his actions was just too frantic for
her to calm. Deciding he definitely needed this, she let him continue at his
furious pace.
Laying flat on her back, she cringed as he lay fully
clothed on top of her and ground his erection painfully into her stomach. His
hands wandered quickly from her hips to her breasts and back around to her
buttocks. Squeezing her rear-end, Roland pushed her up into his swollen
appendage as he groaned in frustration.
Tia still tried to soothe him, afraid he was about to
hurt her if he didn’t slow down. Holding his head hostage, she kissed him
deeply, trying to will her body into feeling desire for her bonded. Pulling her
mouth away from his, she rained kisses along his jaw until she reached his
sensitive neck. Swirling her tongue over the pulse point, she then closed her
mouth over the area and lightly suckled. His corresponding moans of pleasure
filled the room and for just a moment, Tia thought she had succeeded in taming
the beast that seemed to be driving his actions.
As he reached down to yank her robe above her hips, she
knew she had been wrong. He moved to crush her mouth with his and brutally
kissed her even as he raised his own robes. Tia felt a moment of defeat as she
relinquished control of the situation.
Feeling
him probe her womanhood with his cock, Tia spread her legs wider and yielded to
his uncontrollable passion. Tensing as he plunged deep into her, she sighed in
relief as she felt little pain.
Roland gripped her hips tightly and forced her to lift
her hips to meet his hungry thrusts. The mating wasn’t all unpleasant for Tia, she squeezed her eyes tightly and unbidden
images of Bylan sprung to her mind. She imagined it was he who was riding her
and she felt a rush of heat as her body produced its natural lubrication in
response to her budding desire.
Tia shoved the guilt she felt over her fantasy out of her
mind and concentrated on reliving the wonderful feelings she had experienced
with the
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