Short Story S:1 P:9 - Eternal Youth - Final Part 4

*WARNING! Adult sexual content to follow. Reader discretion is advised. You don't like it, don't read it.

Previously* [Stumbling onto the dias, she pulled away long enough to slap her hand upon a decorative mark accenting her throne and suddenly they were descending, the dias sinking into the floor as their bodies and mouths came together again]

By the time the other woman registered the change in location she was tossing her cloak away and yanking her tunic up and out of her breeches.

“Where are we?” the girl gasped as she raised her arms to allow her to pull the white material up and off of her completely.

The sight of supple full breasts, now free of clothing, had her quite literally dribbling down her legs with need and she felt a whimper, the likes of which she never even knew, leave her.

“My bedchamber,” she finally replied, her voice frayed with desire as her hands reached out and practically ripped the snap from the tight breeches, trying to get the other woman as naked as she was.

When they refused to slide easily off of thighs well toned from years of riding, she fell to her knees in frustration and dug her nails into the fabric, pulling and tugging them down with growls, grunts, and sneers. Reaching the laced boots, she let out a rather animalistic sound, baring her teeth, and torn at the seams of the leather, letting them fall apart as she finished pulling the breaches down. The young woman shook with shallow breaths, watching her with wild eyes from above, and lifting her shaking feet when she commanded it as she finally freed of her of the last barrier between them.

Taking in a deep breath to try and calm herself, she caught scent of the other woman’s own need and she moaned so deep she felt her toes curl. Eyes tracing every curve of youthful muscle and smooth skin, she leaned forward as she neared the apex of her thighs and tried not to dig her nails into the back of the poor girl’s legs as she breathed in the honey wet scent of well trimmed golden curls.

Had there ever been a point in her life where she desired someone so fully she had lost herself to the moment? To the beast within her?

No.

There had not.

And she vowed, with shuddering breaths, that there never would be again.

Resisting the temptation to reach her tongue out and lick that dew into her mouth to savor, she stood and gently brought the young woman against her, their bodies molding together in symmetry. She ran her fingers through those locks she was starting to adore, and drew the woman’s eyes, now dark like moss in a wooded night, to meet her own.

She licked her lips twice before she found her voice.

“As you have said, I have had many over lifetimes,” she felt her body tremble at the weight of what she was about to offer, “but never one to call my equal.”

She felt the wolf in her soul whine in anticipation, and surrender, as she slowly brought one of the young woman’s hands up to her mouth and laid a tender nip on her palm.

“If you will have me, if you will be mine,” she whispered reverently, “I offer you my loyalty, and my...” she swallowed, the words so foreign but so wanted, “Love, as my equal, as my Mate, for as long as we shall live.”

She waited with bated breath, as the enchanting young woman before her seem to ponder her words for a second, before she saw those forest eyes unexpectedly shimmer to a pure gold as a voice, so sweet it sent currents of ecstasy across her skin, parted from her lips in a single reply.

“Yes.”

A wave of something, magic she assumed, rippled through them both and, as she felt the wolf in her howl in delight at the binding, she felt her knees hit the softness of her bed—unaware that she had been maneuvered backwards by the now glowing woman before her. She fell onto the satin material in slow motion while the young girl lifted her legs encouragingly and coaxed her to crawl back across sheets the color of the sea.

A soft melodic sound began to hum across her ears and she swiveled her head around curiously for it until she realized it was emanating from the creature before her. As if time was catching up with them, she felt the world tilt and come back into sharp awareness. She gasped as her body sizzled where it caressed against the girl, and she felt her mouth water again at the prospect of touching and tasting her as she knelt over her frame and lowered herself completely against her.

It was like being on a hunt, her blood pounding, her senses heightened to an unnatural level and, as the song she was drawn to began to rise and echo above them like smoke from a fire, she realized she hadn’t just underestimated the young woman. No, she had been blind, deceived by the appearance of innocence and youth. She was no Siren.

But this thrilling creature was.

And she had just initiated the mating ritual between them that would entwine their souls for life.

As if sensing her thoughts, the woman began to whisper just loud enough to be heard as she brought her mouth to her skin and started tracing every inch of it with a skillful tongue.

“I heard your call,” she said as she swirled across one hardened nipple, teeth tugging at it, “I felt your want, your need,” she continued, trailing wet kisses over to its companion, “there were so many, but I only ever wanted you,” she tugged and sucked and drew her into her mouth, pulling at her core with such delicate work, “I only need you.”

“We were made for one another,” she wondered as the girl’s mouth descended down her ribcage, nipping and licking and leaving red hot trails of searing want in her wake.

Those swirling gold and woodland irises looked up at her beneath hooded eyes as the words, “From the dawn of twilight,” were promised across her slick skin.

Fingers urged her thighs apart and she exposed herself to the hungry stare of her soon to be twin heart. Hot breath moaned across her wet folds and she dug her nails into her sheets, the satin tearing at the strength of her grip as tender digits ran up the sides of her inner thighs before slowly moving inward.

She bit her lip so hard at the touch it drew blood, and she looked up to find the Siren waiting for her as her fingers continued to trace every intimate line and shape soaked in her swollen arousal.

“Do not hold back, my love,” she told her, a finger teasingly brushing against her entrance, “Let them know, let those that call this kingdom home, hear you give yourself to me as I claim you as my own. As I grant you Eternal Youth.”

She caved willingly at the request, marveled by the turn of events. She was the one who had always been in charge, the one to take someone as they desired, to get exactly what she could out of them. Now, however, as one, then two fingers, slowly filled her up, drawing out a mewl of delight from her as third joined them, and she felt oh so full, she let herself be taken.

She arched and thrust against the hand filling her, her body thrumming with quickly building satisfaction at being so intuitively stroked in the ways she loved the most. The bed shifted and, without thought, she freed her sheets from her grasp and dug her nails, as sharp as claws, into the shoulders of the woman claiming her. She heard her hiss as she drew blood from her grip, but when she opened her eyes to see them face to face, she saw nothing but love and desire and pleasure staring back at her.

As their tempo picked up, she suddenly felt the need to bind them even closer. Prying her grip from the woman’s left shoulder and trailing her right hand down along her curvaceous body, she soaked her own fingers in wet need and the girl stuttered in her rhythm. She curled and flexed her fingers along swollen lips, and the girl gasped in surprise as she hesitated, only a second, before pushing in and filling her up completely. The look of absolute ecstasy that crossed her golden face and then the growl of inhuman arousal that reverberated out of her chest, rattled her soul and encouraged her to take what she wanted in turn.

They rocked against each other, mouths searching out sweat soaked skin and wine colored lips as they panted in unison, their legs trembling while they climbed higher and higher, their arms straining but never tiring. They clung to one another as magic danced like the stars against their frantic frames, sparking out little wisps of glittering dust each time they reached a new level of need. Soon they were down to their very cores, their human shells dancing in a burning thunderous beat while the Wolf and the Siren twisted and churned like melting glass.

When they finally came, their bodies shaking at the powerful release, the entire kingdom shook—the forgotten pools of long passed seekers splashing over their edges as the feral and magical entities alike, stopped in their tracks to give a moments respect to the new order of their domain.

Their bodies collapsed together and their hearts pounded out a song meant for them and them alone. They were now one, a single unit never to be parted by any force, be it man or nature, until time eventually takes them. They held close, souls merged in fire, bodies bounded in ecstasy, and minds linked in harmony of choice.   

Here, as they drew in calming breaths, they clasped hands and fell asleep in the satin of their new world.