Homecoming

Sorry everyone! I've had a MAJOR case of writers block... That and I'm getting ready to move again..... R&R please!

Helena sighed; she was tired of waiting, always waiting. He was supposed to have been home already! The war was drawing to a close at last, their wedding had been put off long enough. She was tired of always fearing that when they called out the names of the dead his would be there.

But as of yet, it hadn’t been. Briefly she closed her eyes and sent a prayer to the heavens above, turning as she did so, she saw a sight that made her gasp and her heart flutter. The midnight blue eyes, shoulder length, wind blown hair, bronzed skin… “MICHAEL! MICHAEL! YOU’RE HOME!”

She ran to him as quickly as she could, wrapping her arms around him as he caught her and spun her ‘round and ‘round. Setting her gently down, he smiled at her. Blushing Helena turned and looked at everyone who was staring.

“Helena, why didn’t you tell us you knew him?” Another villager asked.

“You and everyone else here knows him. He is my betrothed and has been since I was but sixteen years of age,” Helena stated as all their eyes went wide.

Growing agitated at the looks everyone was giving Helena, he spun her around and kissed her fiercely before hitting his knees before her; leaving her to look at him in shock, he smiled and produced a ring from one of his pockets.

Looking up at her, he whispered, “Helena May Claybourne, might I have your hand in marriage?”

Laughing and blushing, she stammered out a yes, before tackling him to the cobblestone street. Wrapping his arms around her they just lay there for a few minutes, before he gently pushed her off him and stood up to offer his hand to her. Hand in hand, they walked through the village and back to her modest home, which she had been living in since the war started. None had wanted her left alone at the estate her family once lived upon.

Without her notice, he smirked when they arrived. He knew she was all alone, her mother and father had died when she was young, leaving her to be raised by nannies, and various other servants. He came from a family as prestigious as hers, however his parents still lived. Shaking his head to dispel his current thoughts, he watched her as they walked inside. As soon as the door was shut, he slammed her against the door and kissed her hard enough to bruise her tender lips.

Moaning into the kiss, she started pulling and tugging at his shirt trying to get it out of his britches. Growling, she bit the juncture between his neck and shoulder causing him to throw his head back and moan while thrusting his hips forwards. Pushing him back, she ordered him to undress, watching as he did so hungrily. While he was finishing up, she yanked the top of her dress off. When he was done, he went to push her up against the wall again, but was thwarted when she wrapped her legs around his bare waist.

It was his turn to growl; he pushed her skirt up around her waist and groaned in relief feeling her moist heat. He hadn’t thrust yet, but he was ready to burst if he didn’t bury himself deep into her cunt. Leaning against the wall, she tantalized him with her breasts, her hands cupping them and teasing her own nipples, causing his mouth to water.

How he wanted to draw them into his mouth, suckle them and nibble. Nip at them and cause them to pearl into tight little rosebuds. They were perfection, the aureoles large and perfectly pink, her breasts large but not too large. Then again, she was perfection, skin as smooth as silk, hair of the darkest midnight, eyes a rich dark honey-brown, lips of garnet…

Oh how she had grown in the time they had been apart! She was stunning, even more so than when they had been but mere children. Back then she had been all arms and legs, with a tangle of hair trailing behind her as they took off on their adventures. They had been best friends, even when he was sent off to school they were best friends, but people grow up and they change.

Soon the years were flying by, and next they new they were engaged, to one another no less. His parents knew their past, and hoped to rekindle that and ally his family to hers. Frowning, she looked down at him, smiling he looked up at her and finally leant forward to suckle one of her nipples into his mouth while at the same time he thrust himself into her.

Crying out in relief, she tightened around him. No one had entered her or pleasured her aside from herself in nearly five years. She’d waited for him to come home again, and this was heaven.

Gripping her hips, he kept them both steady. Kissing her neck, he moved so that he could kiss her deeply, thrusting harder and faster. They needed this, it had been too long. They had time later to go slow, but fast and hard was what they needed, the harder the better, remind each other and prove that they were real. That they weren’t going to disappear with the mornings light.

Reaching up, he tangled one hand in her hair, yanking her head back and baring the pale column of her throat to him, moaning at her wantonness, he kissed and nibbled at her neck, while she dug her nails into his back and shoulders.

Tossing his head back he cried out her name as he came, in a white hot never ending flash, he came so hard he saw stars, almost at the same moment he came, she came too. She clenched around him, milking him for everything he was worth, when he had thought he was done coming, she milked even more out of him, her pussy taking it all greedily.

Letting her slide down slowly, they moaned at the full body contact. Once she reached the floor, she nuzzled his neck and just rested her head on his shoulder before pulling away.

”Come now my love, lets get you bathed, I’m sure you haven’t managed to get a proper bath in the entirety of the time you’ve been away,” As she said that she stripped of her skirts, and tossed him a sultry look as hips swaying and hair a veil around her body she walked away.

Taking the barest of moments to enjoy the view, he quickly followed her. No one knew how much he had missed her; Helena had been foremost in his thoughts since he had left their bed nigh on six years ago. It had been too long since he had seen her, loved her… But now, they had all the time they needed to make up on lost time. Soon, she would be planning with his mother their wedding, and what a wedding it would be!

Catching up to her, he spun her around causing her hair to wrap around them both, bending down he kissed her and just held her, murmuring, “I love you, Helena. In all the time I’ve been away, I’ve lain with no one. I know that you would understand if I had, but I haven’t. I want you, always you.”

Blushing, she ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him down to kiss him again. Turning, she walked to the bathroom and turned the faucets on, so that the tub could fill.

“I love you too Michael. I haven’t been with anyone else either… Other than my own hands that is. Now come, the bath is ready, and I want to enjoy the sight of you, naked and gloriously here, home, safe with me.”

Laughing softly, he did as she said, letting her scrub away the grime of travel and soothe the aches of the time they had been separated. When she was done, she told him to relax, and so he did, slipping into the land of Morpheus.

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Michael was trying not to bite his lip; he was impatient and extremely nervous. What if she decided he wasn’t worth marrying? They had been separated for five almost six years… Shaking his head slightly he banished the anxiety plaguing him, just in time to see Helena step into the room.

She was resplendent in a gown of pure white, wearing not a veil, but a crown of silver and amethyst. The sleeves of her gown, hung low, forming a v from her wrist to her elbow, embroidered in silver along the hem of the gown were delicate flowers, coming into bloom. Around her waist, she wore a chain, once more of silver, hanging from it was a bell, chiming as she took slow steps towards him and the altar at which they were to be married.

From her neck, hung a choker bearing an amethyst once more. Upon reaching the altar, the Priestess looked at them appraisingly and started the ritual. Together they would drink wine, say their vows, and then the priestess would bind their hands. Watching as she did so, a dark burgundy, white, and green ropes were wrapped around their hands, binding them together until they chose to be no longer.

Laughing with tears running down her face, she kissed him, letting him pick her up and spin her ‘round and ‘round. Setting her down, he looked at her, and finally pulled her close and rested his chin on her head.

“I love you Helena… I know I’ve said it more than I should recently, but… I’m glad we’re married now.”

Helena shook her head and tilted her face up to give him a chaste kiss, “No, you can never say you love me too much, we have so much to make up for my love… I’m glad we are now as well, but we must go entertain our guests, so come now my love… Soon it will be time for our wedding night… The sooner we deal with our guests that is.”