Page 334 of The Daughters of Avalon
Strange whispers in his ears, from a voice he didn’t know. But he needn’t a word of encouragement.
He bent to sweep Rhiannon into his arms, and carried her to the bed, laying her down very gently, unconcerned that they would dampen the bedding. Now, he longed to drown in the love she so willingly gave, and not even the fact that he was parted from his reliquaries occurred to him.
“Rhiannon,” he said, as he caressed her face, and then he covered her body with his own, pressing her down into the bedding, giving her only half his weight, his hips already moving of their own accord, seeking and begging entrance to the temple of her body.
“I love you,” she said, startling him with the declaration, and his heart sang with a chorus of joy. Still, he was determined to afford Rhiannon the same pleasure she gave him.
“Spread your thighs,” he demanded. And then, once again, he shimmied down her body, kissing and lapping at the valley between her breasts, suckling each nipple in turn, before moving down to kiss her belly and mons. And there, again, he sent his tongue to coax the wetness from the font of her womanhood, knowing intuitively that this would make her first time easier to bear. Rhiannon moaned and he reveled in the sound, lapping hungrily and suckling her silken petals. When he was certainshe was ready for him, he lifted himself to look into her eyes and said slowly, clearly, lest a word be mistaken. “Live or die, I will do so for you, my love. I love you, and only you, Rhiannon Pendragon.”
And then, he positioned himself between her thighs, nesting himself there, as he pushed himself inside her. He entered slowly, then paused for an instant to savor the silky heat of her body. But her eagerness was, again, his undoing. Undulating beneath him, she lifted her hips to welcome him, and he gave her what she sought. Feeling her maidenhead rupture, he bent to swallow her soft cries with his hungry mouth, offering his heart, his body, and soul, and finally, his seed—though not until she cried out one last time, so intensely that he momentarily feared he had harmed her. He felt her body stiffen and knew instinctively she’d found release. That carnal knowledge set free the beast within, and he filled her desperately, sweat dripping from his temples as he worked for his pleasure, until he cried out with sweet release, then collapsed atop her with a heart filled with joy, and his cock still throbbing violently.
Unwilling to withdraw even then, he grasped her by the arse and turned them both so she held his cock inside her, both their bodies pulsing with pleasure.
“Christ have mercy,” he said.
And this was, perhaps, the wrong thing to say, because his impish wife grinned sportingly, and said, “Oh, my dear husband… God may, indeed, provide you mercy, but I will not.”
And then she smiled a secret smile, and again began to undulate atop him, her hips rocking him ever so maddeningly, slowly, slowly, coaxing, coaxing… coaxing.
Inconceivably, he found himself hard as stone once more, and ready to be ridden. Of their own accord, his hands found her hips, prepared to guide her, but then he felt her tighten about him, and he nearly died with pleasure. Submitting entirely toher will, he let his hands ride the silken curve of her hips, giving Rhiannon complete control over their loving.
Five.
These were the number of years Rhiannon had dreamt of this moment—ever since she’d spied this glorious man in her vision. Goddess ordained, he was her husband, and all theSylphsin Heaven and all the dragons on deep couldn’t keep her from taking her fill of him.
Here and now, this very instant, she confessed, if only to herself, she would have moved Heaven and earth on that day she’d helped Elspeth escape, to keep her sister from this glorious man who was destined to be hers. It was in some ways the most selfish act of her life, and would she have coveted him if he were not Goddess sent?
Yes,she thought.Yessss…
With the greatest satisfaction, she rode him fiercely, like a primal queen atop her cherished steed, eternally grateful for Marcella’s advice, because even as she watched, his eyes rolled back into his head and she knew the instant he submitted to her pleasure.
Bound by destiny, to destiny bound,
Another to one, one to another.
Here now and forever.
The skyoutside her window was a cloudless blue.
Rhiannon laid her head atop her husband’s arm. His free hand cupped her bottom, and when she stirred, he sleepily drew her close.
“Good morning,” she said, when he opened his eyes. This near, they were so deep and dark they appeared fathomless, and she could peer into them evermore.
He slapped her bottom gently. “Good morning, wife.”
Rhiannon smirked. “No regrets for having wed a witch?”
“None at all,” he said, lazily caressing the sting from her flesh. It was only then that she realized that, sometime during the night, he’d risen to retrieve his reliquaries. He was naked still, but for those twin chains, and the reliquaries they were bound to. Both fell heavily between them and she dared to lift one up to better inspect it.
“One belongs to me,” he said. “The other to your mother.”
“So, you said. What are they?”
“Grisial huds, so I’m told.”
Magik crystals—but to what purpose?
Rhiannon thumbed one of the crystals, brushing it thoughtfully.
