Indeed he was this excited as he would be in an instant. Tribute that to his fey nature or his desire for her or both even. As she offered up more of her nape to him he eagerly took it, moist lips moving against the delicate and vulnerable body that called to him then.

Oberron fought the urge back to join them at once and ushering in that pale light that swept over them in their act of love making. In this moment he was well aware that she needed this, wanted to connect on that level again. She had needed that connection that would tell her that this was going to be OK.

She was not fey and I not take these things in stride so he had to reaffirm this to her somehow and it was his pleasure of course to do this for her now.

As always she was pleasant to the touch, her slender frame so soft against his touch as his fingers steadily moved against her in ways that generated those sparks of pleasure that he could so effortlessly produce from her.

He touched her in the way that he had long discovered she had liked. She was his Queen and she cherished her as much as she did him. Years ago he had been scoffed for making himself so vulnerable though as the years passed and she grew in both strength in knowledge that was not so much the case. Yes, she would always be a weakness of his but Oberron had watched her grow where threats years ago were mere nuisances now.

Portions of his outside the box thinking had allowed her to overcome many challenges that others did not think she could overcome. The Darkness … Nod … challenges that many at his court would have failed to best even on their best days.

He absolutely loved her reaction when she protested against her sudden nakedness. He knew she didn't like it though she had to admit that there were quite a few times that clothes just got in the may. Besides, with fe3y logic she was only going to be alive for a few hundred years, but he was working on that too. He had eluded to her about the dagger and he wondered if she remembered to ask Oswald about it. It didn't matter if she hadn't though. It would just mean a bigger surprise later on.

But why spend all that time in clothes when he wanted to touch her now, be with her now.

Scars were a bad thing for fey that live forever. Common fey could not whisk off to Avalon or use regenerative magic to heal though Oberron noted these scars knowing just why they had lingered. He wasn't as cluey with Divine magic but the scars had healed somewhat as if Alynia had tried to heal them, ashamed of them but was too weak to do anything about them.

However, she was royalty and had access to such wonderful magic. Of course he could have had Demetri heal them but his Queen could do without further embarrassment. No, he would see her to Avalon where she could recover with no one being the wiser.

He was not taken back by these scars. How could he when she received them for him, and though now was not time for receiving details of her mission for it was there time.

His mouth sealed about a beast, teeth easing over the captured nipple that his tongue washed over before as his teeth pinched down carefully against it giving a little tug even a hand massage her other breast, his thumbing making soft circles against her nipple.

And as if it were not going to be enough time his mouth came away from her nipple. “We only have five weeks.” Then he went back to it nuzzling and chewing amidst all the licks and sucks.

Biting her lip to contain the noises Alynia was certain she was going to end up making anyway. The kitten like mewls of pleasure still escaped, and reached his ears. It hadnt taken long until she had succumbed to those strong hands and his skilled lips.

For a quick moment he pulled away, simply repeating the fact they only had five weeks. A little over a month. She blushed. Oberron had five weeks to made up for he three months they would be apart. Alynia could only assume that meant every night... Like this... Maybe even more than once a day? She was crimson at the thought, wondering what he had planned.

Her king was much too occupied working away at her soft hills, palming one with his hand and sucking on the other like an infant. Alynia whimpered as he began using his teeth, hissing quietly as he bit down, careful not to break any skin.

Her hands went to his shoulders, rubbing and wandering her fingers over them. Massaging his shoulder blades and smooth muscles with admiration.

The buds that topped her breasts puckered and swelled, becoming more and more sensitive as his nips became more impassioned. She arched into him with a whine, pressing her soft nubile body into the firmness of his.

Alynia could feel his hardened length rubbing against her inner thigh, and she realized with a coy smile. Bigger, and so much better, than Ian's. She grinded into him slightly, trying to help encourage her own wetness.

Alynia instinctively squirmed slightly as he nuzzled against her playfully. It kind of tickled, but he switched periodically.
"Y-you're going to miss these aren't you?" She muttered between small gasps.

There was a soft flame in the pit of her stomach, as she sighed out his name in bliss. The start of a roaring fire already evident. The twilight made the glowing of their bodies all the more clear. A physical sign of how aroused she was. It was a dim light for now, but she new they both would be radiant soon enough.

Alynia whined softly, lifting her hips up into his. She wasnt allowed to beg, but she wanted attention down there too.

It had been a hopeless endeavor on her part. Oberron was aware that she was trying to keep silent and so he was even more determined to shatter her resolve there. His touches and lips becoming more heated as he caressed her.

The warmth of her body beneath is called to his so soft in comparison to the harder plans of his own nature as he rested atop her. His throbbed in want, in anticipation for this moment but he was determined to weaken her resolve first.

He had pulled back to announce that they only had five weeks though she colored making it clear that she was considering just that and what the future would bring. What would his plans be? He could see the wonder in her eyes there as she could only speculate for how long and often at this stage. In truth he ha nothing in mind for that just yet but he wanted to impress upon her the shortness of time. In a way he had set the ball into motion, would she try something more daring in that time? He would not be disappointed either way though he had left this matter in her capable hands.

Now what he intended on doing, well, he had his own thoughts about that. Perhaps on the last night he would “punish” her for making him wait the three months if other matters he had been considering did not pan out for him.

She was moving beneath him in such a delightful way, groans slipping free from his mouth as he switched his attention to the other breast as his hand and mouth swapped places. Her sensitive nipple were played with a little before he pulled back enough to speak.

“Not as much as I will miss you.”

He could see the onset of the fire that was burning in her, steadily growing as he plied her with more attention and since it had been his aim to shatter her sense he kept at it, stroking and sucking those globes as a glow emitted from her as well as himself.

The lift of her hips beneath his told him of her desires of course. After her ordeal he was not going to make her beg for what she needed but at the same time he wasn't going to give her the instant gratification that she wanted either.

She would have to ask for this though. Silently one could argue that she was asking for it now.

Oberron pressed against her slit horizontally. He rubbed back and forth against her though there was no danger of him sinking in or her lifting her hips to capture him in the molten depths of her body.

She felt goo as he traced the under side of his engorged length against her, that warmth spreading up into him as fingers swept about her nipples and twisted gently. His lips descending down to her own sweeping over them as he consumed them with all the passion that he could muster, his tongue sweeping through her mouth dancing against her own as he continued to twist her nipples softly.

One hand left a breast sweeping down to rub against her hidden pearl.

“Tell me what you desire Aly.”

A fresh shudder ran up her spine as he switched, ravishing the neglected twin with his heavenly tounge and attending to the other one with his hand. Alynia cried out sweetly, a pleasant calling of his name had made its way past her stubborn lips.

Gritting her teeth to prevent the moans of delight from spilling further, even though she knew there was no one around to hear her... Besides the man causing all he ruckus to start with of course.

Her nails clawed into his back as he flicked that tougne over her engorged nipple. It might have caused some discomfort, but Alynia couldn't help it. She was loosing control over her senses, as they were completely dominated by Oberron's will.

"I-it feels amazing, m-my king.." She gasped breathily, fighting an obviously loosing battle with her volume.

She yelped at the reintroduction of teeth. One of her hands bit down on his shoulder with her neatly trimmed finger nails. Alynia didn't want to hurt him, but she had to anchor onto something or she would go insane. Unfortunately for her, that's exactly what her husband wanted to achieve.

She flustered modestly at his words. "I-it's more or less of a p-package deal..." Alynia muttered softly in response with just a few whimpers added into her words.

It seemed that he had paid heeding to the slight lift and fall of her hips. Her head tosses back in sudden ecstasy as he pressed is throbbing member against her moist flower. Rubbing tauntingly against her opening, horizontally of course. Not to risk accidently sinking inbetween those sweltering folds. A long, erotic, moan was drawn from her voice.

Splayed out beneath him, she groaned in frustration. Alynia was very wet, as the underside of him was now
glistening with the nectar that was more than enough evidence she wanted more.

The way he was groaning too was music to her ears. Whimpers and mewls were voiced in response. Though her quiet sounds of protests quickly turned into sharp cries as his hands certainly did not forget about his two dear friends.

Gently twisting her erect nipples in that direction and this made her head roll with pleasure. A stream of sexual noises only quietly briefly as his lips went down on hers. She moaned into the warmth of his open lips as their tounges danced and fought a one sided battle for dominance.

Her head jerked away for oxygen and at he same time let out a beautiful feminine shriek of delight. She had not meant to be so loud, and she was abashed that she had been... But how could she help it with his hand now stroking the most sensitive bundle of nerves in her body?

She writhed with agonizing delight as he made quick work of her clit. Her knees buckled and her breaths turned quick and sensual. Obvious tremors were taking place all over her body.

His works made her squeak, and it was embarressing too because obviously knew what she wanted. But her mind fear turned as she pondered that question for a brief moment.

She had an answer, and it was embarrassing too. Her cheeks flushed as red as a cherry at certain thoughts. Honestly, he probably wasnt going to like it either. Alynia could not meet his gaze at such a time, otherwise she would have faultered under is smoldering stare and been knocked speechless for sometime.

Her head turned to the side, and her eyes fluttered shut. But certainly she had gotten better with her shyness. It was probably just more difficult after certain situations with Ian.

"C-can you.." She began as meek as a mouse, her voice only got softer as the sentence continued. "Can you eat m-me out?"

Alynia understood that if he complied, his own want would have to be pent up if only for now, but since he had asked she told him the truth. "P-please?" She gazed at him timidly, unsure of whether or not she should've added her final word. The line between begging and a polite request was so thin. It usually ended up being decided upon the whim of her husband.

The passing of his name passing from her lips had been refreshing of course. He encouraged this response with his hand applying the barest of pressure then alternating between a firmer grasp and a gentler one as matched by the strength in his tongue flicking against her then.

He groaned against her as her names scored his back, his teeth coming down on her captured nipple. He tugs against it gently, wincing a little with the scoring of her nails against his back some of which burn as scratches appear against his pale flesh.

Oberron does not pull away from her though, not in the least.

Her volume increase much to his delight. They were alone after all and there was no reason for her to hold back as he continued to use whatever possible to keep her on edge here. Lips and tongue swept over her then with greater intensity.

“Indeed it is,” Oberron answered her marveling in her softness. For all of his impatience in getting her naked like this he certainly took his time with her touching her, feeling that softness against his hands, the warmth that spread out through his gentle touches and caresses that he brought to her.

Her grip on his shoulder followed by her moan as he teased her with that constant motion of his hips as he slid against her sex, the feel so enticing reminding him as to how good it had felt to be sheathed inside that passage.

Not yet though. Even with his cock moist now with her own desires he had not broken away. His lips soon silenced her briefly as they kissed with their tongues struggling for dominance as he continued to show attention to her breasts.

She broke that kiss, the following moan of approval as he found her clit, fingers moving against it enticingly as she gave voice to the desires storming within her.

The way she had looked away would have told him that he was about to receive bad news but she colored in embarrassment, a deep red and that alone gave away the fact that she was considering something sexual.

Wasn't that always the case? He heard the request, then the amended please to it. There were times were he would have to teach her a thing or two about begging, other times where he actually encouraged or wanted it.

Today though, with all she had been through he let the word slid, at another time perhaps but mot now. The request made he nods.

“If that is what you wish.”

Sliding down between her thighs his fingers still move against her clit in small circles as his tongue sweeps against her labia finding her moist there. His tongue taking it's time before Oberron draws it back to the slit of her sex, his hands resting on her knees as he draws his tongue straight up that heated gash then back down again.

He flicks his tongue over her a few times then positions himself at the heat of that moist entrance, his tongue flicking over her there a few times to allow her anticipation to grow before he finally sweeps his tongue inside that heated cored.

Alynia pressed her lips together as she fidgeted, waiting anxiously for a response to her request. She expected some cocky remark, some kind of favor she would have to give him in return. His willingness took her by surprise. Oberron was certainly feeling merciful today for he didnt even comment upon the nature of her pleading.

Nevertheless, Alynia was more than happy as he made his way down between her creamy thighs. Shyly, she spread them out just a bit further giving him more room to situate. "T-thank you.." She whimpered out, unsure of how to respond at this point.

He couldn't see, but the blush that had stained her before was still very much evident. It was embarressing thinking about what he was seeing. His finger still applied pressure to that delicate button, her shapely legs were quivering with delight. His hands had to press down slightly on her knees as a gentle reminder to stay still.

Her eyes squeezed shut, as one of her hands dug itself into the soft grass. She moaned quietly. The feeling of his warm breath teasing the wetness below was almost arousing enough to set her off.

Then he applied tounge. The reaction was immediate, as her mouth flew open letting out a high-pitched yelp. Her body tensed. He was working patiently, first just giving himself a taste test. But Alynia wanted the full course.

Alynia whined like a pup, as her hips lifted insistently. She ever so badly wanted that wet appendage inside of her, but because her king was already acting upon her request there was no question he was going to carry it out however he pleased. Alynia had a feeling he was going to drive her off the edge of a cliff with want.

He licked her along her slick opening, in one direction then back. "O-berron!" She squealed in protest, trying to tell him not to tease... But of course she was in no position to do anything about it.

Passionate cries left her lips as he flicked his tounge against her, he was building her up. This went on for such time as she did her best not to buck up into his face.

Alynia was short of breath, and some one of her moans sounded suspiciously like the word "P-please.." as he tortured her in the most erotic sense.

Then suddenly he obeyed, his tounge plunging into the warm cavern of her body. "H-holy-!" She called out her prayers as one of her hands flew down entangling it in his hair.

"Yes- oh god yes.." The girl was crying out, her feminine voice dripping with arousal and gratitude. Her face screwed up in such an sexual expression it was a shame he could not see.

That hand on the back of his head applied pressure timidly. What she was experiencing was certainly nothing short of heaven.

For her sake he was merciful right now. He could tease her out of the blue one day, or use that moment to pitch ideas into her min until she grew more comfortable with asking though he had known what she had endured.

The scares were proof enough and the confessions. He had not hoped for this of course though it was one of the risks that they had faced. There was no need to thank him of course. He was happy to do this for her and as he situated himself he smiled upon her.

“You're most welcome my dear.”

He had assumed the unseen blush as he imagined her casting her gaze down at him as he went to work. Mystified brown eyes with that blush that swept against her features. It was an intriguing scene that he would hope to capture. Perhaps he would have had a painting of it commissioned if he knew that she would be beat red with embarrassment though protest as she liked he doubted that she would mind posing for it.

Yes, to be seen like that would be embarrassing to say the least but given what she would experience while posing … the thing was did he wish to have her painted as now or in the throes of passion, both had their appeal though he would never get such a painting he was sure, not that he was complaining about that. He already knew that Aly's sensitivities were quite different with her being human, so alas, no gallery of erotic artwork.

She was so easy to please, his warm breath on her had been enough to get her to anticipate what was to come. The help that left her lips had been sublime music to his ears as he used a little patience just to keep her on edge a bit. Oh, he knew she wanted more, she wouldn't have summoned up the courage to ask him if she didn't though he was teaching her a bit on fey patience, just a bit for it had not been his aim to torture her tonight when it was so clear that she had been tortured already. Rather he wanted her to be aware that he could have prolonged her need if he so desired.

It was not his place to torture her today. She had been through enough of that it seemed and while his name passed her lips he kept at things for a little longer. Fey patience working to full effect here though he refrains just a little when he hears 'please' pass her lips just to make her think that he was going to deny her a bit longer.

In truth he had picked that moment to relent, well to start to at least as he set his tongue over her at last and gave her just a taste of what she wanted, that pink muscle driving apart the very walls of her body, filling her then and there.

Feeling her hand against the back of his head it was clear that she wanted him there. She didn't want him going anywhere though her hold was not strong. He reached up setting a hand over her own encouraging her he hoped to take a firmer hold.

His hand soon leaves hers though, his other rubbing against her clit in time with the movements of his tongue that moves against her, slow at first then growing bolder as he laps against the inner walls of her body quickening with each motion of that pert tongue enriched by the taste of her nectar that has spiraled over then through that blooming flower that came to life at the administrations of Oberron's attentions.

Alynia could never have assumed he was thinking of erotic artwork. His playful mind wandered frequently, and was difficult to follow. All she knew is that he loved thinking of ways to tease her. There were so many ways, so many possibilities to make her stutter and blush, very much like what now she currently was responding to his touch.

Her body trembled as Oberron was slow in his doings. Slow and shaky breaths fell from her lips as her chest rose and fell wih apprehension. Pressing her lips together trying to fend off those feminine whines was provig futile. Alynia knew he was deliberately making her wait.

Her nude body squirmed in disagreement, she was certainly not in the mood for a lesson of patience. Thankfully, he seemed to understand as his wet appendage pushed through into her wet cavern. A high-pitched sound of a gasp and a squeal of delight was torn from the girl.

Her hand went to the back of his head, and his hand went to hers pressing down. Alynia was very flustered, but her grip became firmer as her delicate fingers entangled themselves into his hair.

A passionate cry broke free of her lips, as she began bucking her hips into him ever so slightly. Her eyes squeezed shut as she felt his tounge spiral skillfully down below. Her body tensed up with a very feverish yelp as his fingers began toying with her clit. Pressing small circles into that bundle of flesh made his helpless wife see stars.

He was going at a steady and smooth pace as she writhed beneath him, trying with all her might but failing to remain still. Her moans were plentiful, but there was evidence she was holding back. Alynia had never been a quiet girl in the throws of passion.

Her legs quivered, as she fought the instinct to squeeze her thighs together to try and fight off the pleasure enwrapping her senses. Impossible, for his head was in the way.

"Ah- g-od!" She cried out into the empty starry sky. Tiltin her head back with a drawn of moan. Her back arched beautifully as he quickened the pace of his heavenly tounge.

"A-amazing!" She gasped breathlessly. Her full round breasts bounced slightly with her movements as her heart pounded ferociously in her chest.

Again and again, Oberron lapped against that magical spot within her, coaxing her toward her first of many climaxes of the evening. Driven by the taste of her juices and the erotic calls of his name, Oberron gradually sped up. Her volume mirrored the increase.

Now had not been the time to tease her. There had been too much emotion going through her and while some of her vigor had returned from earlier not all of it had. The solution still had to be somewhat troublesome to her. She was human after all and three months had been an incredibly long time though she could endure it without him at her side, she was strong enough. It was but a season, a little brake of course but that was neither here nor there.

Her response had been divine of course. The way she tries to keep it all together when he knew that she was incapable of holding out forever had been intriguing of course. He did not wish to tease her overly much tonight but just enough to excite her. She needed this in more ways than one and he was not about to deny her.

She needed a little encouragement to set her hand upon him. He was aware of how self conscious she could be at times even in matters as simple as this but really he did not mind.

Fingers entwine with his hair as his moist tongue delivered what she wished to her core it pressing into the tight folds of her passage starting as a storm did. Slow at first though steadily spreading out from the horizon until it engulfed you in the fierce storm that it had provided.

He began with a slowness as that wet tongue explored her inner folds. He traced against those pink walls reaching deeper and deeper inside her with each push of his tongue as he engulfed here with this patience.

He then swirled against those pink walls quicker with each passing moment as that muscle swept against the very folds that he was pressing into. He was eager to please today with all that she had been through it was clear that he had wanted to grant her what she had desired.

Oberron loved the whelps and cries. Even the slow lifting of her hips had been a means of acceptance as far as to his control of her at that moment. She wanted more and he was in a position to bestow her more or deny her altogether.

Today he gave. His fingers rubbed against her clit as he sped up in his administrations of her body in an effort to press her to that very pinnacle of release.

He had been going at a quicker, yet steadier pace though he could easily go quicker if he wished. But as he heard her cry out and arch her back that was when he moved a bit quicker against her as I fall the teasing lead up to this moment.

Quite pleased at her reactions as he sped up he had found that spot inside her easily enough. His tongue moved against it repeatedly, enticing her further as that moist muscle of his showed her more attention.

His fingers on her clit slowed then stopped rubbing, then began again in the opposite direction now as he increased the speed of his fingers against her love button. He debated something within his head for a second as he considered altering his form but then thought better of it on this occasion. Later, perhaps tomorrow but not now.

Thoroughly but leisurely lapping up the nectar the dripped from her folds, Oberron seemed not to be deliberately torturing her. The two of them could have bickered for hours what was and wasn't teasing because in the end he was so much older and so much more experienced than she.

What Oberron did easily and patiently had the end of every one of her nerves feeling fireworks. The kindling flame in her core steadily growing, engulfing her with pleasure beyond her imagination.

Alynia liked the way his name felt coming off of her lips, and did not hesitate to call it out again and again. It felt so magnificent, as the king gradually began to increase his pace.

Her hips squirmed, and her body shook with blissful agony. The hand that had been ripping at the grass below now gently palmed a breast. Massaging as squeezing to the best of her ability. She let out a steam of kitten like mewls but those sounds hitched as he stroked her hardened button.

Her cheeks were crimson with pleasure for husband knew exactly the way she liked it. Applying pressure in delicious little circles, just where it counted.

Alynia was getting close, and it was easy to tell. His tounge was coated with the taste of her nectar and writhing of her hips because much more insistent. She bucked into him with passion, pleading for him to go deeper and deeper into her core.

"AH-!" Her cries encouraged him on. "Y-Yes Oh P-please! R-right there!!" The girl called.

She didnt deserve this.. god she practically betrayed him. The question to how on earth she had earned his love still turmoil we through her mind. He treated her like a goddess. He gave her everything she wanted, he cherished her and flattered her. Seldom was he ever angry... punishments lmwere even made enjoyable (atleast toward the end). He made love to her to oblivion and beyond. Alynia felt she had done nothing to deserve such pleasure.

But the pleasure came. Her hand gripped tightly on the back of his head, using a surprising amount of force to tug on his hair. Her body suddenly stilled, though the inner walls of her body became so much tighter around his tounge. Alynia gritted her teeth, but a partial feminine wail still escaped.

She came without a warning, and hard too. The tidal waves of ephoria had sudden released upon her, crashing upon her helpless form. A good deal of her nectar spurted out onto her husbands awaiting lips and face, and the girl blushed with embarrassment at making such a mess.

The hand not ontop of his head motioned uselessly, she could not find the strength to summon any magic nor clean up her spilt cum.

She quivered as after shocks ran through her. Whimpering in a very erotic fashion. "My k-ing.. my husband and m-my god.. you are fantast-tic... I can barely understand it anymore." Alynia wheezed out shyly, very obviously out of breath.

It could be argued nonetheless that this wasn't torture though according to Oberron it was not. He gave her what she needed without rushing straight into the matter. He didn't think that he was making her wait all that long either as he gave her what she needed most of all once he had built up the anticipation of that fateful moment a little.

He did his best to assail her senses in those moments, stealing her breath away when it was possible for him to do so. His tongue hitting all the right spots within her core as he worked over tender silken muscles with the skill of the ages.

The soft mewls were encouraging of course, he continued to assail her body as she massaged her own breast lavishing it with the attention that she had not been able to receive from his own hands right now.

Those sounds were disjointed though, though he had tried to encourage them out of her lips with every pass of his tongue, every swoop of his fingers.

Her body squirms beneath his and he lavishes it with more and more attention. He knows by now what she likes best and while it is not often that she requested such attention over the years he had been no stranger in displaying this sort of attention upon her. .

The chorus of sounds that he pulls from her throat happens to be the only inspiration that he needs just then, encouraged by her passions he continues on as his tongue sweeps through her honeyed entrance in an effort to coax more of that sweet nectar from her core.

As she sought to guide her he teased her just a little having discovered those places within her long ago. He comes deliberately close, touch her pleasured spots once every three licks or so, then increasing it to twice per three then finally each time he shuffles into her core.

She had indeed deserved this treatment and more though she might not fully understand just what she had done to deserve it, Oberron appreciated that moment. He had told her why more than once though he was now of the belief that one day dawning would reach her and that was something he could not relay to her but rather something she would come to believe, or not, as the case may be.

But truly he was beyond that just then. He wanted to hear her loose it, those cries, that tension that built up between her thighs, he came at her then and there doing his best to make her senseless on his tongue as it swirls against her core.

Seldom was he angry now, seldom did he loose it though he was close with her news figuring that it was worse than it was. If it was not such an easy fix he would have been furious, as it was he was a bit saddened but pleased that everything could be wrapped up so well.

The inevitable wail of pleasure, the tightening of her moist walls against his tongue, her hand griping him to her with a surprising amount of strength.

Rewarded with the taste of her cum/ He did not mind the mess so much, his tongue sweeping back across his lips to collect more of her essence. He licked her as she came, a hand on either side of her legs as his tongue flicks casually over her labia assisting those after shocks before pulling away.

His hand moving her own off her breast so he could take both of them and press them together as he squeezed it. Oh she felt so good, he squeezed that softness as he caressed her nipples with his palms.

As much despair that she had been in from Ian he displayed care and tenderness.

“Oh, I can partially explain it though that would take some of the mystery out of it.” Oberron smiled at her. “Would you like that explanation as you get a little brake or shall I just ravish you senseless?”

The experience was as delicious as he believed it tasted. Alynia was hesitant to put in such requests because it was embarrassing. The way she came on his face... The way she whimpered and squealed in the aftermath. He continued, even after she had unraveled beneath him. Oberron seemed almost happy drink in the white of her essence.

Was it perhaps the same sensation when she was on her knees before him? When Alynia so happily and dutifully swallowed all of his seed? Personally, she loved the taste of him. And the fact that it made him feel good only made it so much more satisfying to her... Alynia wondered if it was the same for her husband.

She did not have time to ponder for long, as the man in question trailed back up her nubile form to face her. Alynia was obviously flustered, but she looked up into those endless pools of violet. Her eyes were full of questions, but his were soft with devotion, tenderness, and love aswell. Her heart fluttered as she was so easily rendered speechless..

Alynia complied without question, moving her own delicate hands from her soft womanly mounds. Her head canted back as he seized them. Oberron was gentle, slow, but there was something strong behind his touch as well. His fingers sent fireworks down to her core.

Those nipples he played with were already engorged. Each pert nub strained against his palm. Even more so as she responded to his words by leaning in for a kiss.

Breathlessly, her tounge wandered past his lips tasting herself there. A fierce kiss of both passion and gratitude. Her hands smoothed themself against his strong torso. She remained close to him as her lips broke from his.

The differences were so stark between them. The contrast between his hard muscular body against her soft skin felt so blissful, Alynia arched further up into him. Her velvet lips trailed up his cheek and jawline to his ear. She kissed him there, nibbling playfully before telling him. "You already have me senseless."

A breathless moan, to emphasize her point. "I am already at your whim, you really may do what you please."

"You can explain if you would like..." It was rather a strange question for him to ask her. "Have you not tried to explain to me so many times? I rescued your kingdom you say. That I am beautiful... That I am.. Or atleast was innocent." She paused laying back down, and staring longingly into his eyes. "You would still have me after a season apart? After I've become so tainted by another man?"

Indeed he was happy to oblige to her request. It was a simple one and she had still been wrapped up with human sensibilities for the request was rather tame given some of the things he had done in the past.

Oberron was Fey after all. He had done far worse things then this simple request, many of which he left up to Alynia's imagination though occasionally some random thought cropped up. Had he been hinting at something? She had not thought he was given that he knew just how much he could thrust upon her.

Rather he had used these matters to embarrass her, to get her to blush at something that went beyond her sensibilities as a human. Sometimes it was all too easy but he enjoyed doing so nonetheless. It was a point of pride that he could do so so easily. Pride … no, not pride she considered but rather amusement.

Their eyes game together, his violet and her brown ones had come together in that moment. He studied her flustered look as if debating what he wished to do with her or how much she could endure. He said nothing though as his eyes took her's in before sweeping over her own form.

There lips came together as he continued to play with those firm tits as a pale light continued to emit from their bodies intensifying with that kiss that enveloped them as they came together in that moment.

He had taken some delight in her confession to him, the glow of their bodies fading a little without that more intimate contact between them. The kiss, that contact in some fashion maintained that glow that washed over the pair.

“You still are innocent,” Oberron smiled at that. Really, she was human and thus on the tame side of things. A fey was expected to have sexual experiences but did not loose that initial innocence that they had been born with. Innocence was more a state of mind to them, not one of body and while she had had her experiences she had always managed to get over the darker portions of her experiences resetting that innocence in a way that would have been lost other wise.

“Of course in a few centuries that may not be the case but it is alright.” Oberron professed matter of factly. “Though, you wish to be with Ian for a season? That can be easily arranged of course and while there are certain duties that are to be expected in a marriage nothing is concrete in Fey society. Look at the Marquis and Diamond. They are happily married though it has been close to a century that I've heard of any sexual exploits between them. We Fey are different in our needs. I once told you affairs outside the marriage are alright provided that no love is involved.

“I had been thinking that after your marriage to Ian that he would be promptly imprisoned in the deepest dungeon somewhere … you wouldn't have to see him again as the marriage dissolves automatically if not renewed. Then we can be wed again, perhaps by your customs as well to avoid this from occurring once again at some point … but if you wish to share a bed with him in the dungeons that can be arranged ...” Oberron grinned. He knew the answer of course. But she could surprise him too, either way it would not matter much though if she was going to be with Ian for those three months he would probably “stray” himself for that time seeing that she was not holding off then there would have been little reason for him to do so himself.

But regardless he would take her back, even after a season with Ian. A season was no time for a Fey in the grand scheme of things. He could gloss over it with ease as he looked back over the years. This would have been a foot note in their relationship.

“But to answer your question yes. I would still have you. I was close to true death, so very close. Not only was my Kingdom returned, not only did I get all this back, Aly, after being Sable's prisoner for centuries. Not only had I languished for those centuries while I grew weaker and she stronger, not only did I witness my last hopes dying like grains of sand slipping through my fingers but it was akin of being dead without dying.

“You remember how weak I was, were mere mortal guards were a challenge for me to deal with? I did not have long to live … then I truly felt alive for the first time in centuries when I met you. My powers returned soon after of course you know the rest but while we are on the subject of Sable, were you able to uncover her plans?"

He already knew what she was going to say... But Alynia said it anyway. "N-no... no bed in the dungeon.." She turned her head to the side coyly not wanting to meet his smug glance at her words. "Unless it is one only you and I share..."

Alynia blinked in confusion as he suddenly brought them back to the present. "S-sable's plan?" Did he mean the intel she was suppose to have unearthed so many weeks ago?

"H-how did you know she was Sable?" She questioned. "I had thought Martsen existed up until she pulled off that horrid mask."

"I have very barren details about what ever she had initially planned..." Alynia began very uncertain whether he wanted her to seriously answer the question at a time like this.

In all seriousness... Though Alynia felt a bit wanton for thinking in such a way... Here was his wife. Naked, wet, and sprawled out beneath him. How else could she had presented herself on a silver platter? And he brings up Sable...

So she continued... hopefully telling him what he wanted to hear. "Sable wanted my youth... As before. And she wanted revenge as well. Of course she wasnt happy you regained power... No she held a very serious grudge against you."

Alynia let out a heart heavy sigh, closing her eyes despising the idea of trying to relive what had happened. "I was bait... For you naturally." Her eyes fell down cast...

Oberron obviously hadnt meant to... but he was certainly not the king of sensitivity. Feelings of incompetence flooded back into her heart. "She wanted me... Because Sable knew I depended on you to protect me. And that I couldn't fight back against Ian alone."

"And if I was in danger... They thought you would come and rescue me."

He head throbbed. "You never came.." There was a pause as if the realization had just hit her. Alynia shook her head, she was being stupid... Her thoughts were illogical. "Which is a good thing... naturally. You would have died if you came to save me." Truthfully, Alynia didn't feel too convinced.

Her head spun.. She laid back in the grass and promptly whined. Pushing his shoulders, motioning she wished to sit up. One if her arms crossed in front of her breasts. "Please get off me..." She requested.

Alynia sat up, and immediately embraced him. She hugged him close, burying her face into the crook of his neck. "I don't think I can do this... Y-your forgiveness... Not yet. I just can't."

A smile touched his lips. He was pleased by her words though of course he had assumed that she was going to relay something to that effect. He had realized that she wasn't going to voluntarily spend time in a lover's embrace with Ian, nor would he be so kind he had assumed given the very nature of the matter, with Ian being a prisoner who had no one else to channel his hatred upon.

“I think it must have been that mask my dear,” Oberron stated. “It kept her aura hidden from me as it strengthened but I felt it, I'm assuming at some point she could not resist gloating and removed it so that you could tell it was her. The presence was brief but close to here, I assumed from the goblin portion of the Great Woods that it where I felt it. It was brief but strong.

“While weak I would not have picked up her presence but there are few beings that are so strong that I cannot help but feel them if they are close enough. The demon Razel for one, Sable at or near full strength, Sable's sister, Tori who's now in another Shadow … the Olympians too but they take power to an extreme and have learned to mask the natures so I cannot sense them.”

Oberron explained this to her. He had not wished to worry her earlier though as she was distraught about the Ian matter but adding Sable to the mix then would have seemed callous.

But he did not need her to go into great detail. Just enough information that he had an idea. They could get into more depth with that later of course if it were necessary though despite having his wife like this he was still King and he needed to know that lives where not endanger. Of course he felt confident that Alynia had not discerned anything in this regard or she would have mentioned that before they had gotten this far. Still he had to be certain.

“Yes, I assumed she would be upset with that and the reason for the reveal was probably to invoke fear. It's rather complicated … as you are aware once I heard of your kidnapping I moved to another Shadow encase you needed to use that ring of yours. It was just as I was being informed of your kidnap that I sensed her briefly and moved with haste.”

He kissed her on the lips then the taste of her still on his. He shook his head slightly. “No, it is a miscalculation on their parts and yours. You can beat Ian but your mind fixates on your past relationship, what it was rather than what it is now. Without the minions … he may be a better swordsman, I have not seen his form but even if he is being taught magic you have much more experience at it then he. You would beat him in a one on one contest. You are not in need of my protection for the most part, just my guidance from time to time. And maybe something else ...” His finger tips flowed down her smooth abdomen teasing as her descended them slowly then swept his fingers against her clit as her rubbed it back and forth gently.

Oberron made it clear that he was intending to make this conversation on Sable rather short. There was other things that they both wanted at that stage.

“But you were only in that situation because we agreed to it, not because you are a weak woman but because you had to submit to them in order to try to figure what was going on here.” He reassured her then touched his lips to her own again. Really? A trap for him? By now he had been through all that when she wasn't as strong. He was experience at dealing with this trap or that.

He did not come because he was not called, she was to try to get information though he was unaware of what trouble she was in. Naturally he would not have sent her had he know how bad things would be …

He lets her up. He feels her embrace against him as he takes in her words. His hands surround he back and he just holds her close to him.

“Very well ...” he was uncertain as to what she meant. Now he assumed that she did not want to do this, that she was probably still feeling guilty or perhaps insecure given his shift in topics. Or maybe she just couldn't handle this situation. He had considered things for a moment.

“Did you wish to spend some time on Avalon? Corte has a vacation coming up so he can go with you.”