Heirot

Tenele chuckled. "Both," she challenged, mischief in her eyes. "I must be very versatile in order to impress Vladimir Dracul."

"I suspect you've done that already," Knight purred. He perched up on one elbow and hovered over her, planting kisses on her neck and collarbone. "I suspect it will be easier to dance without this," he observed, drawing the tunic off her shoulders.

Tenele laughed. "Yes, it might restrict my movements. Can't have that," she whispered, laying bare against the rough rock. The moonlight made her hair and skin glow, making her ethereal, as if from a dream. She curled her fingers in the lip of his pants. "Might these impend your teaching ability?"

"It's quite possible. But do you suppose it would make the horses jealous?" Knight murmured thoughtfully.

Tenele scowled at him, even as her stomach did a flip. "Someone is very confident," she snorted, turning her gaze to the horses. "But, if part of you is Vlad, I doubt very seriously you care about the jealousy of others." She opened them gently. "I want to see you in the moonlight."

Knight breathed deeper as the woman he loved bared him. He helped her with the last bit, freeing the pants from his legs. He stared at her, bare and still in the moonlight. His eyes flashed slightly in the moonlight, sapphire and ruby against the twinkling of the sea. For his part, he was focused on the river of silver hair haloed by stars. Despite the confidence he'd inherited from his mortal counterparts, his lifestyle gave him a tendency to be less forward and more reflective during moments like this. It even verged on spaciness sometimes, but he never seemed to show the same dominance that Atul and Vlad preferred.

Tenele's finger tips worshipped his skin, tracing circles across his chest, lower down his abs, and over his hips and thighs. She kissed him slowly, a peck here, a chaste kiss there, before kissing him long and deep, like drinking in his soul. She shivered at the strong gust of cool wind blowing over her bare skin, smiling as she let her lips trail down his neck and over his chest.

"Husband," she mused softly. Tenele knelt slowly in the sand before him, running her hands up from his knees to hips before showing her appreciation of him with her hands and her mouth.

Knight huffed and arched his neck. Husband. He'd never expected her to call him such a thing. It sent a clamor of emotion and pleasure free inside him. "Tenele..." his voice rumbled warmly. Her lips caught him in just the right spot, and pulled a deep huff from his lungs.

He kissed her neck and shoulder, sucking at her skin, and his left pointer finger began to trace soft circles on the back of her shoulder. "I wish to please you," he murmured silkily as a second, phantom finger mimicked the sensation between her legs. Everything he did to her shoulder, the invisible touch echoed in soft swirls over her center.

Tenele made a soft approved sound in the back of her throat, closing her eyes to the gentle feel of his magic touch. Her eyes flickered up to him, lips pulling into a soft smile. "You do please me," she whispered to him, rubbing her hands over him.

The Maiden gave his body a long kiss before standing. She turned her back to him, leaning forward on her hands against the rock so that she was at a slight angle. She drew her silver hair over her shoulder, her beautiful back aglow with the light of the moon. Lifting a leg, up to her waist and out away from her, she pressed it into the stone beneath her. It gave him a beautiful view and a position for the greatest access to her body.

Tenele peeked over her shoulder at him, eyes alight and inviting.

Knight slid his fingertips along her smooth thighs and back, lightly circling her waist with his hands. Her confident invitation warmed his soul. The front of his body painted along her back in a hot line of contact. He didn't use any words, but his fingertips told her what it meant to him to be with her this way after so long apart. He slid his member along her center, heavy and full, and came away slick with her desire for him.

His hands tightened over her waist, and more phantoms squeezed at her breasts and stomach, literally wanting to warm her everywhere at once. Leaning down, he kissed her shoulder with a light scrape of flat teeth. "Tenele," he whispered as he held her fast and joined with her.

Tenele exhaled a soft pleased sigh, her fingers curling over the rough stone. She lowered her head, silver hair turned diamond in the moonlight washed over in waves. Bracing her body up with one hand, she curled the other behind her around his neck and curled fingers in his long black hair. "My love," she sighed.

The future queen gave no thought to the open, unprotected area they'd chosen. She hadn't questioned it earlier, and she surely wouldn't question it now. To her, they were the only souls in the world.

He pressed his lips to her back and pushed deeper, each breath fraying with pleasure. Atul and Vlad had heard her confess her love hundreds of times, but it was different when she said it to him alone. The words glittered like the stars that lit their pleasure in the open desert.

He was not in a hurry tonight. He made love slow, and deep, keeping himself under some semblance of composure while he paid attention to her body. Phantom fingers kneaded lightly against her skin and explored behind her, where normally only a second lover could please her. He quickly grew more daring, kissing her lips while sucking more urgently elsewhere.

A few hundred yards away, muted by the night wind, a single figure staggered across the sand.

Tenele moved with him, curling fingers over rock tighter as his body and his power brought her pleasure. Each thrust pushed her against the rock, even that slight scrape against her knees was pleasing. She enjoyed his sensual pace, letting him know her pleasure until the soft moans echoed off the high rocky cliff.

The horses stomped nervously, skittering in the sand, though Tenele was too distracted to pay them much attention.

The figure stumbled on a rock amidst the sand and crumpled. It was impossible to go any further. Every step was a tempting invitation to lie down in the soft, cold sand, and become part of it.

Lying there, the faintest hint of a voice carried through the wind. Not possible. There were probably still hours to go. Maybe days. Maybe this wasn't even the right direction. Insanity was taking root. That was why. And besides, who would be doing that in the middle of the desert.

It didn't matter if it was an illusion. A little screaming felt in order. And that is what the figure did, with all the strength that remained. Nonsensical, desperate screams switched interchangeably from pleas to curses to nostalgic rambling about food and the 'warm place.'

Knight slid deep inside her, already withholding composure to keep from outpacing her. He'd gone very quiet, which was usually a good sign he was trying not to let himself come. "Yes...Tenele..." he whispered, shuddering.

Something was trying to pull his attention away, and he found himself ignoring it like a mosquito near his ear. If he got distracted now, he feared the reputation he'd receive for giving into his orgasm so soon.

"Haah," Tenele huffed, trembling, on the verge of bliss. She rocked back against him, eager and wanting.

Mixed in the wind she heard a sound, a scream. For a moment she thought she imagined it, because all she'd been focusing on was the heaving heavy breaths and groans of her lover. But, this wasn't him. It sounded far off. And just as she was thinking on it, he struck her in the right way and she almost collapsed with a soft cry.

Just as she coiled, about to cross that edge, she heard it louder.

No, that was definitely a scream. Tenele stiffened, trying to push up to stand with Knight's heavy weight across her back. "I heard someone," she huffed, reaching up at the top of the rock for her dress.