Black Rose

- Four -

Sirithhuan stirred from his dreamless sleep, blinking his eyes to clear his vision. He found that he wasn’t alone in the room, and the woman was still with him. She was asleep beside him, facing away from him, but rested her hand on his thigh that she had bandaged. He lifted his head up slightly, and noticed that she also had stitched up the stab wound above his hip bone, and cleaned the scratches and scrapes from his fight. He reached over and grabbed her wrist, and Brynja awoke startled, and turned to look at him.

“I’m…” Brynja trailed off, remembering what he said about her apologizing so much to him. “My lord, you’re awake.” Their eyes locked and silence filled the room again for a couple of minutes.

The elf replied hoarsely, “How long have I been sleeping, Brynja?”

“Almost four hours,” she answered and stood up to go reach for a pitcher and a goblet to pour him some water that was by the bed. Brynja turned back to him, sitting down beside him, and handed him the goblet.

The elf slowly sat up, wincing for a moment, and then his long fingers wrapped around the glass as he quietly thanked her. He took a sip, but he realized how thirsty he was and drained the water from the goblet quickly, spilling a little out of his mouth. Brynja watched Sirithhuan with much interest, watching the clear liquid trickle down his jaw and neck.

Sirithhuan emptied the goblet, giving it back to her, and noticed her eyes gazing intently at him, and breathed in as he narrowed his brows curiously.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked. Sirithhuan tensed up as she suddenly pressed her hand against the left of his chest, and leaned closer to him. “What are you…?”

Brynja silenced him quickly with a kiss as she lowered herself onto him and pushed him down on his back; pinning him to the bed. She drew apart from their kiss, and she smiled down at him. “I want this. I desire you.” The woman brought her hand to his finely chiseled face, mapping his Elvin features of his lips, brows, cheeks, and jaw line. Sirithhuan closed his eyes as Brynja lightly brushed her fingers over the lids. She kissed the tip of his nose, and then traced one fine eyebrow with her tongue.

Sirithhuan still had a control over oneself, but when he felt her hips grinding against his own, he knew it wouldn’t be long that he would finally give in to his lust and desire for love. A soft moan escaped from deep within his throat, and then he managed to open his eyes to look up into hers just when she gazed into his blue-green eyes that were beginning to glow with need that he was trying to avoid among her earlier.

“Brynja, why do you desire me?” he asked, “I am not your kind, nor are you mine.”

Sirithhuan paused; lips parted as she kissed a small trail across the bottom lip, and then licked both of his lips. He shuddered slightly, clenching the sheets underneath him as he breathed in a sudden breath when he felt her hand gently brushed down his strong, lithe body, and stopped at the side of his hip. Brynja fumbled with the leather string that held his breechcloth, scanning her eyes away from his, and studied his muscles and scars again before going down to her task below.

She returned her attention back up at his eyes, smiling. “I desire you simply because you have lured me to you in a way that no words can describe.” and with that said, Brynja bent down and took a nipple into her hot mouth.

Sirithhuan gasped, feeling enjoyment from it. Brynja continued to play with the hardening nub, sucking on it hard while her hands traced hot patterns around his naked abdomen and chest. His breathing was becoming difficult to control at her actions, and he moaned when a sharp fingernail caressed tightly around his other nipple in slow circles while she continued to suckle on the other, while her lower body rubbed up against his, and she could feel his groin hardening. The woman could hear panting and muffled sounds of pleasure coming from him, and was pleased with the reaction she was getting.

Brynja released the nipple after a while, and Sirithhuan almost whimpered, but yelped when she bit down on the same nub painful enough for him to wince, and his back arched up of its own accord.

The woman released it again, moving up to face him at eye level, and asked while she tenderly tickled a pointed ear, “Did you like that, my lord?” Sirithhuan nodded, moving his hips up against her as a moan passed through his parted lips. “My, you’re hasty and thirsty for more aren’t we?” He nodded again, and she smirked with satisfaction.

“Well, I guess I should do it again then, aye?” Brynja moved back down to lavish the other nipple that she neglected. Sirithhuan whimpered in desire, his body arched up into the woman’s hot, wet lips, urging her on.

“Harder,” Sirithhuan demanded, moaning as Brynja complied with his wishes as she bitten the taunt nipple harder than the other. The elf hissed, pulling back his lips and clenching his teeth, and then bringing his hands to her head as he kept his back arched while she continued to bite and suckle on it, and grazed it with her teeth. He groaned as she abandoned the nipple, and went up to kiss him.

Brynja licked his parted lips, moving across his teeth before he relaxed his clenched jaw to allow her tongue to enter his mouth and explore. They kissed passionately, Sirithhuan’s long fingers gently caressed the back of her neck with one hand as the other rested firmly behind her ear, and Brynja comfortably lied on top of him, a hand resting on his shoulder near the base of his neck, and an arm underneath his neck. The elf’s tongue played with hers inside his mouth until they finally pulled apart to catch their breath. Breathing heavily, their eyes fixed on each other, Sirithhuan gently grasped her face in his hands and pulled her down as he lifted his head slightly off of the pillow, and planted kisses over her lips and then her forehead; showing off a growing affection for her.

“I know why you desire me,” Sirithhuan hotly whispered in her ear, “You desire to touch me, to know and memorize every corner of my body,” He paused, kissing her cheek.” To feel me against you,” He paused again to kiss her chin.” To taste my flesh; to make me moan with lust,” He breathed in her scent, and licked the corner of her mouth. “And to make love with an elf - something no mortal has dared try,” He stopped, eyeing her. “I’m right, am I not, my dear Brynja?”

Brynja nodded breathlessly, and soon smiled down at him. “Yes,” she asked, “Do you desire it as much as your body does?”

Sirithhuan gazed up at her thoughtfully, hesitant on how to exactly answer her. “I will tell you when the time comes.” He grinned. “But I think you know the answer already.”

“Oh yes,” She kissed him, and whispered, “Before we get any further, I will give you a bath.” Brynja gently bit and teased the elf\'s full lips before nipping her way gently along the firm jaw until she reached the fair creature’s sensitive earlobe. The woman\'s teeth gently grazed the petal-soft flesh there and she felt the elf shudder, his breathing quickened at the sensation. She held his arms down by his wrists as her tongue gently traced the outer rim of Sirithhuan’s sensitive ear, causing him to gasp and tremble. “Would you like that?” Sirithhuan moaned, nodding at the suggestion.

Brynja and Sirithhuan sat up in the bed together, and the elf looked at the bath, expecting it to still be empty, but it was full of steamy water. ‘She works quickly.’ He said to himself.