Sometime late in the night, Olria found herself alert. She blinked up at the dark ceiling, wondering what had awoken her. She rolled her head to the side, feeling across the mattress for Farengar. Her hand touched his back, and she felt him shivering.
“Farengar?” Olria whispered.
The man made a strange sound. It was almost a whimper.
Swallowing back her nerves, Olria propped herself up on one elbow and looked at him. He was still asleep. His face twisted into a grimace. The man’s hands clutched at the blankets, wringing them. He made a noise in the back of his throat.
He was having a nightmare.
Olria grabbed Farengar’s shoulder and shook him awake, calling his name. Farengar jerked away from her with a gasp. His eyes shot open, wide and wild. He turned around to face her, staring into her eyes.
Olria grabbed his hands and squeezed. “Are you okay?”
“No,” he said.
“What’s wrong?”
“I keep seeing you dying.”
Olria’s throat felt tight. She reached out and wrapped her arms around him. He embraced her in return, tucking his face into her hair. “It’s okay,” she hushed. “I’m here, we’re safe at Dragonsreach. There’s nothing to worry about anymore.”
Farengar made no response, only holding her tighter. Olria drew back until she could see his face, and kissed him. His cheeks were damp, and he didn’t respond at first. Then he slipped a hand behind her neck, mouth opening up to her. His kisses became needy, moist lips moving over her own, tasting her.
Olria clutched at his shoulders, dragging him closer. She could feel his heart beating fast. His breaths were quick against her mouth. There was not a trace of hesitancy in Farengar’s touch as his hand went to her waist. His palm glided under her nightdress and up the length of her body.
His skin was hot against hers. Olria trembled. Farengar’s kisses grew more heated, his lips consuming her. He half rolled onto her, his warm body pressing her into the mattress. His arousal ground into her thigh.
Olria grabbed his face and crushed his lips closer, a strained sound escaping her throat. Farengar needed no further coaxing before his tongue met hers, invading her mouth while his hand held her steady.
He pulled away for only a moment, leaving Olria gasping. The man tore off his robes. Then he straddled her bare hips, his face swooping down so he could kiss her again. His other hand grabbed her hip and Olria arched against his body. Head spinning, she clasped his biceps, anchoring herself beneath him.
Farengar’s hand slid around her hip and scooped under her. He pulled her thigh upward, until Olria hooked her knee over his shoulder. The weight of his body left hers, and Olria gave a dismayed cry, wanting to tug him back down.
The hand that had been around her neck smoothed down her abdomen. Farengar’s fingertips glowed with magic in the darkness, leaving shocks of pleasure to zip through her muscles.
Half-lifting Olria’s hips off the bed, Farengar’s hand slid between her legs. He pressed one finger into her. Magic pulsed deep within her body. The pleasure was so intense it was almost unbearable. Olria nearly screamed.
Farengar added a second finger, magic throbbing inside her. Olria writhed on the bed, biting her lip hard to hold back a cry. The man panted now, grinding himself against her while his fingers pumped in and out. He planted a kiss on her knee and withdrew his fingers. They left a slick trail on her skin as he grasped both her hips and pulled her towards him.
He groaned as he slid into her. Olria gasped, her muscles stretching around him. Farengar leaned over her until the muscles in her legs protested. Kneeling on the bed, he began to thrust into her. His strokes were faster than the first time they’d joined. Each roll of Farengar’s hips brought him closer to the core of her being.
Farengar’s breaths grew ragged. He slid his hands up her body and around her back. His touches tingled, magic sinking through her skin. Olria moaned, dizzy at the rush of sensations bombarding her at every angle. His hands stroked up and down her lower back. One continued to support her as the other travelled around to her front, squeezing one breast.
“The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 6b/?
Sometime late in the night, Olria found herself alert. She blinked up at the dark ceiling, wondering what had awoken her. She rolled her head to the side, feeling across the mattress for Farengar. Her hand touched his back, and she felt him shivering.
“Farengar?” Olria whispered.
The man made a strange sound. It was almost a whimper.
Swallowing back her nerves, Olria propped herself up on one elbow and looked at him. He was still asleep. His face twisted into a grimace. The man’s hands clutched at the blankets, wringing them. He made a noise in the back of his throat.
He was having a nightmare.
Olria grabbed Farengar’s shoulder and shook him awake, calling his name. Farengar jerked away from her with a gasp. His eyes shot open, wide and wild. He turned around to face her, staring into her eyes.
Olria grabbed his hands and squeezed. “Are you okay?”
“No,” he said.
“What’s wrong?”
“I keep seeing you dying.”
Olria’s throat felt tight. She reached out and wrapped her arms around him. He embraced her in return, tucking his face into her hair. “It’s okay,” she hushed. “I’m here, we’re safe at Dragonsreach. There’s nothing to worry about anymore.”
Farengar made no response, only holding her tighter. Olria drew back until she could see his face, and kissed him. His cheeks were damp, and he didn’t respond at first. Then he slipped a hand behind her neck, mouth opening up to her. His kisses became needy, moist lips moving over her own, tasting her.
Olria clutched at his shoulders, dragging him closer. She could feel his heart beating fast. His breaths were quick against her mouth. There was not a trace of hesitancy in Farengar’s touch as his hand went to her waist. His palm glided under her nightdress and up the length of her body.
His skin was hot against hers. Olria trembled. Farengar’s kisses grew more heated, his lips consuming her. He half rolled onto her, his warm body pressing her into the mattress. His arousal ground into her thigh.
Olria grabbed his face and crushed his lips closer, a strained sound escaping her throat. Farengar needed no further coaxing before his tongue met hers, invading her mouth while his hand held her steady.
He pulled away for only a moment, leaving Olria gasping. The man tore off his robes. Then he straddled her bare hips, his face swooping down so he could kiss her again. His other hand grabbed her hip and Olria arched against his body. Head spinning, she clasped his biceps, anchoring herself beneath him.
Farengar’s hand slid around her hip and scooped under her. He pulled her thigh upward, until Olria hooked her knee over his shoulder. The weight of his body left hers, and Olria gave a dismayed cry, wanting to tug him back down.
The hand that had been around her neck smoothed down her abdomen. Farengar’s fingertips glowed with magic in the darkness, leaving shocks of pleasure to zip through her muscles.
Half-lifting Olria’s hips off the bed, Farengar’s hand slid between her legs. He pressed one finger into her. Magic pulsed deep within her body. The pleasure was so intense it was almost unbearable. Olria nearly screamed.
Farengar added a second finger, magic throbbing inside her. Olria writhed on the bed, biting her lip hard to hold back a cry. The man panted now, grinding himself against her while his fingers pumped in and out. He planted a kiss on her knee and withdrew his fingers. They left a slick trail on her skin as he grasped both her hips and pulled her towards him.
He groaned as he slid into her. Olria gasped, her muscles stretching around him. Farengar leaned over her until the muscles in her legs protested. Kneeling on the bed, he began to thrust into her. His strokes were faster than the first time they’d joined. Each roll of Farengar’s hips brought him closer to the core of her being.
Farengar’s breaths grew ragged. He slid his hands up her body and around her back. His touches tingled, magic sinking through her skin. Olria moaned, dizzy at the rush of sensations bombarding her at every angle. His hands stroked up and down her lower back. One continued to support her as the other travelled around to her front, squeezing one breast.