Halfling- Chapter Fifteen

Gareth could hardly believe his eyes. Zaria looked like someone to be feared with the necklace around her neck. The deep red made her green eyes glow more than her hair could. She looked ethereal. And it took his breath away. He tried to minimize her effect on him, but he was powerless in her grip. He took her hand and led her away, wanting to take her to his private place. The shield was large, and held a secondary shield underneath it. It was his own spell that he maintained, and no one could get there without his symbol password. She glowed with magic; the halo around her was so powerful. He felt nervous in his gut.

They finally reached the edge, and he swiped some complex symbols in the air. The bubble shimmered for a moment, and they walked through. It was a hot spring surrounded by foliage. Steam billowed up from the water and some gentle bubbles broke the surface. It felt like a romantic place when he was here with her. It had just been his own space to think, but now it felt different. He felt her lingering anger seeping out from the magic she carried, and it was strong. He understood it, and had to be careful about his words. He let her choose a log to sit on, and sat next to her, taking care to not touch.

Gareth let some time pass before speaking. The twilight light hugged them from all sides, lightning bugs zipping past above the water. It looked glorious, but he knew his words had to wait. “I know you’re upset with me. I don’t blame you,” he whispered, the words skimming over the water. “I’m sure your mom told you things. But I also want to tell you how much you mean to me, and I never wanted to hurt you. I knew it was going to be hard to tell you about your mom and sister. I could never find the right words, or the right time. Things were just happening so fast,” he shook his head. Regret hung around him like a cloud, and he knew he sounded lame. Sometimes words didn’t come out as he intended them to.

He took the chance and looked up and over at her. She didn’t look as angry as he thought, but he could still feel it in the air. She looked at him, and to his surprise, she kissed him. It was a fierce kiss, full of fire and passion. The dark garnet glowed from her magic and lit her eyes. She was a very powerful fae, but she had no idea just how powerful yet. He wanted to teach her and show her her potential. She bit his lip and he groaned. Maybe this was her punishment to him. Her hand found its way to his hair and gripped it forcefully, pulling him to her. She was in charge, and he let her have it. His loins stirred and strained at the cloth of his pants.

Zaria took control of the situation. She wasn’t going to deny herself some pleasure and release because she wasn’t sure of his loyalty to her. She swung her body around so she straddled him, gyrating her hips on his, feeling his hardness. She didn’t let herself moan, but tried forcing his sounds. She rubbed up against him faster, biting his neck. She wanted to possess him, make him hers. She wanted to punish him. Her breath came faster and she felt her wetness. She stopped, standing to remove her dress. She untied his trousers and forced him to stand, lowering them. She tried to not let her breath catch at the sight of him and failed. A small weakness. He sat back down, and she lowered herself on him, slipping in slowly. He filled her and she felt complete. She warred with herself on this. She was still unsure and angry about him, and almost felt like her body betrayed her.

Zaria scratched Gareth’s back from her position of power. She knew he was letting her have this, giving up control to her. She wondered briefly if that was how she could know if she could trust him or not but quickly banished the thought. It wasn’t the time for thinking. She bit his shoulder as she moved above him, making her leg muscles do the work, keeping her abdomen tight. Faster and harder, scratching and gripping his skin. They didn’t share magic this time, it was too dangerous. She quivered from the beginning of the orgasm and gave in to it, feeling him tense up too. She clutched at his back as she rode the waves of the pleasure. She shook and gasped. It was fast and explosive, and she felt weak.

She didn’t move for a moment, but Zaria finally rose and walked to the water without a word. The hot spring felt glorious to her feet. The warmth enveloped her like a baby in a comforting womb as she submerged herself. The lightning bugs glowed as they danced about. Gareth joined her for a cleansing. The water stung his scratches, but he barely winced. She finally spoke.

“I understand that you couldn’t tell me what was going on,” she said carefully. “I understand, but that doesn’t make me feel any less hurt. I don’t know if I can trust you.” Zaria mentally beat herself up over that. She hadn’t meant to admit that, but the words just came tumbling out. Gareth’s presence brought everything out of her, brought her to her knees.

“I know. All I can do is show you. I want you to trust me. I love you.” Again she heard those words, and still didn’t know how to react. The first time he had said them sounded like so long ago, but it was just this day. The night sky glittered above them, and the universe suddenly felt so far away.

“I don’t know what to do with that,” she whispered. “I’m so confused with all this information, I just don’t know what to think.”

“It’s okay,” Gareth said. “I don’t expect you to say it, or even to believe it. I just want you to know how I feel, for better or worse. I hope that you don’t hate me so much you won’t give it a chance. If it’s too much for you, I’m sorry. But I’ll start by helping you with your magic. You are capable of so much.”

Zaria contemplated this for a moment. “Okay,” she said, walking towards him. Her arms encircled his neck, and she lightly kissed him on his bruised lips. His hand brushed down her back, and she shivered despite the warm water. They left the warmth and stood under a birch tree, her nipples hardened from the temperature difference. He rubbed at one with his thumb as his mouth lowered to the other. She moaned, and held his head there. He teased it with his tongue and Zaria threw her head back gasping. His teeth grazed the hard bud and she whimpered.

Gareth moved to her other nipple and did the same. Her body was hot and ready, but he took his time. He kissed every part of her, from her fingertips to her calves and toes. Sometimes his teeth lightly nipped at her, causing her to cry out. He slapped her ass and she fell to her knees, and he grabbed her hair with one hand, pushing her shoulders down with the other until she was on all fours in front of him. He slowly pushed past the folds of her skin until the tip of him was just inside her. She whimpered for him, and he waited before plunging into her. She screamed his name, moaning and writhing. He moved slowly at first, so slowly. Until she couldn’t bear it any longer. She begged and pleaded for him to move faster. Her face was down in the grass and her hands clasped at handfuls of it. It wasn’t enough for her desire. Zaria pleaded some more until she couldn’t speak, and he finally went full force, slamming into her over and over again. She could do nothing but cry out with every thrust, the grass at her mercy. Over and over she felt the full length of him, hard and fast. She knew she was close when her body started tensing. He felt her reach the precipice, and came with her. They both shouted, breathing hard. He collapsed on top of her, still inside her. His hands clasped hers, and she felt complete.

Was this love? Was this the way it was supposed to be? She had never felt so whole in her life. Confusion swirled inside her mind, but she pushed it away. This was this moment, and she was going to enjoy it. She felt Gareth’s rapid heartbeat on her back as their breathing slowed. They moved so they were laying on their backs in the grass, looking up at the stars. It was a beautiful night, and the heat from the spring made the air near them warmer. She rested her head on his chest, her arm around him. She whispered, “I love you too,” as she fell asleep. “We can start with magic in the morning.”

Gareth murmured his acquiescence. He too was tired, and they both fell asleep soon, in each other’s arms. The lightning bugs around them continued their dance well into the night, the stars twinkling above them. The universe was so far away, yet so close.


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