If Only for a Night - Part 2

Part 2

After knocking, I wait for some sign of life from within.

"Who is it?" his voice asked from within the room.

"It's me," I answered as the waiting started to make me more uneasy. I then heard the sound of rustling, and clanging metal. Probably his armor. I smiled at the thought.

Then the door opened, and he appeared from the dark room.

Kelladain looked as immaculate as ever, but he was wearing only his underskin, a body suit that was protection as well as underwear. It was somewhat indecent to be seen wearing only that. Especially on him since it left nothing to imagination. I blushed to the tips of my ears, trying to look elsewhere. He, on the other hand, was visibly gaping at me. I couldn't tell whether it was from shock at my appearance, from liking my appearance, or if he was scandalized by my lack of wearing an underskin. Standing there under his gaze, I felt absolutely naked. So I crossed my arms demurely and adverted my eyes to looking down the hall and away from him.

After a good minute standing there, I felt my nervousness rising and an eagerness to finally talk to him, even though I wasn't through the door yet. He apparently was stunned into silence, making me blush further. He was trying to find his voice as his mouth opened and closed like a fish. I couldn't help but giggle at his expression. I think the gown was working.

Smiling, I asked him, "Can I come in? Or should I stay out here?"

"I, ah, um . . . one second please," he said finally, finding his voice as he blushed and hastily closed the door.

I giggled when he was gone, marveling at the lack of his typical suave demeanor. The look on his face would make you think he'd never seen a Vel woman that dressed up before. Another clang of metal came from the room followed by the crash of metal hitting the marble floor. My mind began pondering what he was doing, and what his armor had to do with anything. My questions were answered as he opened the door again, now appearing in the bottom parts of his armor. I nearly giggled again but managed to squash it.

"Are you all right?" I asked concerned because of his different choice in pants.

"Ya, er, yes . . . ah, please come in?" he asked blushing a bright red. He stepped aside, holding the door wide.

Smiling, I walked into the center of the room, and looked around. Since he was Lord, he had his own room while the rest of us paired off. There was a large four post bed set against the right wall. Also on that wall was a closet, and in the adjacent corner was a small table. The room was dark, with the only light coming from the moon as it shone through the window. The rest of room was sparsely decorated except for the door leading into the bath, and the pile of his gear that sat in the corner.

Before closing the door, I heard him murmur the words to a silence spell, ensuring that there would be no ease-droppers. He seemed more composed as he closed the door, walked to the bed, and sat, retaining his royal demeanor. "What brings you to my door this night, my lady?" he asked smiling.

"I have been concerned about you lately, that is all," I said as I looked down. That wasn't all I wanted to say.

He raised his eyebrow in my direction, then said, "Something is bothering you, I can tell it. Now what is it?"

I didn't know how to tell him. I could see the words forming in my mind, but it would be terribly impolite of me to be so unkind. Yet he was the one being unkind to me. I looked back to him. He looked concerned, blinking now and then. I decided that I had better say it before he kicked me out.

"It's you, Kelladain. Ever since we left the city of Goldrimar, it seems as if you have changed. You don't act the same around me," I looked down as I continued, "You haven't kissed me in weeks, or even came close to touching me. I'd like to know why. Was it something I did? If I ever did, I'm terribly sorry." I looked down again as he sat there pondering.

"It's not your fault, lady. I do care for you, and I never want to hurt you. But this is how it has to be for a while," he said coolly.

Not for a second did I believe him. He was hiding something. "Why?" I asked as the anger raised in my voice.

"I can't tell you," he said with a blank face.

I shook my head. I wasn't leaving with that answer. My doubts on his real feelings for me came back. I had better ask him. "I need to know Kelladain. Do you like me or are you leading me on? This turn of events is making me doubt it," I said nearly choking on my words. I was deeply worried now.

The same expression was written on his face. He looked like he was debating something within him as we fell silent. I was debating too. I knew I loved him, he could guess at it, but I never did tell him either. As I continued to think of what to say, the feeling for him since the accident with the dragon swelled in my chest with crushing agony. I knew that if I didn't tell him now, I never could again.

Swelling with courage, I looked deep into his sapphire blue eyes, and said what I wanted to say since he had given me the heartstone, "I love you, Kelladain."

He looked back at me, a mix of curiosity and awe playing across his face. His voice was caught again as he continued to look at me.

I was worrying again. I shouldn't have said that, not to my Lord. But it was the truth. I cared, no, loved him. I loved him so much, I'd die a happy girl saving him if he was in danger. I loved him so much it hurt to look at him, and hurt even more if I didn't.

"I don't know what to say," he finally said.

I could feel the tears swelling in my eyes. I looked down again, trying not to look at him again. I should have seen it coming. I knew it. He didn't love me. Cared yes, but . . . maybe there was hope. I looked back at him, trying not to feel hurt. "Just say what you feel," I said wondering where I got that burst of courage.

He lowered his head again in debate.

I sighed quietly with the feeling that his answer would not be good. But then his head snapped up, I could feel his eyes boring into me. "I do love you, Jenna. I have loved you since I saw you that morning at breakfast . . . and I knew that I want to marry you," he said blushing when he finished.

"Marriage?" I asked out loud to myself.

He nodded smiling from ear to ear.

I was floored. I couldn't believe it. I had thought about it many of times, but I never thought he would ask while all this was still going on. It was all I ever dreamed of. "I accept," I said smiling back at him.

He then got off of the bed, and pulled me into his arms, planting a kiss on my forehead. I nearly was about to bounce around the room when I noticed he was being as cool as ever.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I went back into worrying.

"Nothing," he said trying to brush it off with a smile.

"You just told me you loved me, yet you still act like this?" I asked in disbelief, "I guess I got all dressed up for nothing then?"

"Why are you dressed up?"

"Why do you think?"

"I don't know," he said blushing. As smart as he was, he didn't seem to understand women.

I shook my head. "Kelladain, one of the reasons I'm here tonight was that I . . ." my voice trailed as I was suddenly nervous. I found my voice again, and said, "I wanna be with you . . . tonight."

"You mean . . ." as his voice trailed off too. He turned white. I don't know why, but he turned white.

"Jenna, I love you but . . ." he said again shaking his head.

I was annoyed. He just said that he wanted to marry me, that he loved me, yet he still rejected my advances. I thought I made it very clear when I came in here, dressed up like a princess. And he looked very happy to see me when he opened the door. So why was he rejecting me? Was he afraid to hurt me, or wanted to wait for the wedding? Then I thought about him again, the man in black, and if he was still out there. Besides, with the quest for the necromancer's artifacts and the dragons, it could only be a matter of time before...

"You don't get it," I said, "this could be the only chance we have at this, we could go into battle tomorrow, and one of us could be dead." My paranoid side was taking over. "You remember I told you about what happened with the man in black and my Lord?" I asked trying to jog him memory. He nodded. "Well any more I don't think he was Drascal, I think he's out there, waiting to find me and finish the job. I'm afraid that you would wake up one morning and I'd be dead where I slept! Or worse, you would be dead for being connected with me! We might not live to be married! This is the only place I feel safe in right now, and this could be our last night here," I said staring into his eyes, feeling as mine glazed over.

"You know that could never happen, I'd never let it!"

"And what if it did?! I can't bare the thought of living without you now that I found you."

"Jenna . . ."

"Please, Kelladain, we just agreed to get married, it's going to happen anyway," I pleaded with him.

He looked at me, the ache plainly in his eye. He shook his head.

I looked down, my tears welling up. I had failed. I felt like a fool. I wanted to go back to my room, tear all the finery off, and cry myself to sleep. Maybe even hide in there for a week and refuse to go after the cloak. I tromped off to the door, my head bowed. As I was about to open the door, he grabbed my wrist and quickly turned me around as my hair and gown flew.

I quickly closed my eyes shut. I didn't want to look at him right now as I felt the tears rolling down my face. I wanted to sob, but only whimpered as my body shook feeling weak. What did he want now? Couldn't he tell how much hurt he was causing me? He probably didn't want to talk to me again till morning or later. Maybe he thought that I was being selfish and self-centered? What was with him?! He said he loved me! I never should have come here tonight! I wanted to scream and get out of there, but I fought not to cry out.

Then I heard the clank of metal on marble, and felt his hand leave my wrist and his arms circle about my waist. What was he doing?! My mind screamed. Then his lips touched mine, his tongue entering my mouth and going for the back of my throat. My eyes shot opened as I realize what was happening and kissed him back as my arms went around his neck. I then realized that what remained of his armor was gone, leaving him again in just his underskin. His arms tightened around my waist as I felt myself being lifted off the ground. My back hit the door as he pressed against me. His hands left my body to lean against the wall. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, tracing his teeth as I moaned into the kiss. He then pulled away from me, panting heavily as I looked up at him.

"You have no clue of what you ask, Jenna," Kelladain glared at me with obvious want. He didn't move. Still pressed against me and leaning over, his face was inches from mine. I wanted to grab him again and prove him wrong. Although he seemed like he wanted to say something, but was having trouble putting it into words.

"I thought I was being quite obvious," I said reluctantly removing my arms from him to cross them over my chest.

He growled, and pressed his hips hard against me as I felt a bulge press into my waist. I gasped, my mouth hanging open as a moan escaped. "This is what you do to me, Lady, ever since I opened the door, I have not touched you in weeks because I feared of losing my control of myself around you, and right now I'm a little hard pressed," he said grinning.

I wanted to giggle, but managed to blush a deep shade of red. Regaining his seriousness, he continued, "I'm not joking any more, Jenna, if you want this you better be sure, cause if you're not ready for this, I'll regret it forever, I never want to hurt you, you know that, so what is it going to be? Leave and we will continue as normal till we get married," he said blushing deeper as he said married, "or stay, and I'll show you how much I love you."

Well, if I ever heard an offer I couldn't refuse, this was one. I felt I was ready for this or I wouldn't have had the courage to show up at his door this night. I wanted this to happen as much as he did. I slipped under his arms and walked to the table at the end of the room. I slowly undid the collar of diamonds from my neck and dropped them on the table. I then turned to him, and pulled off the earrings saying, "My beloved Kelladain, I made up my mind when I walked out of my room. And once I decide on something I stick to it. I love you, Kelladain, I want to be with you, and nothing is going to take me from this room tonight, not Draconhurst, nor Justina, nor the rest of the party, nor an army of dragons. Nothing is going to stop me, including you."

I looked at him with as much determination as I could muster then turned away, putting the earrings on the table with the necklace. I then bent down and undid the slippers, placing them on the table as well. I looked back. He stood absolutely still as if waiting for something. I walked back to him, and then kissed his left cheek. I moved to touch his lips with mine but stopped an inch away, feeling his breath wash over my face. He then leaned closer, brushing his lips to mine in the faintest kiss. I nudged my nose against his cheek then touched his lips again with mine, kissing him longer.

His arms wrapped around me again, rubbing along my back and sides. I pulled my hands to the back of his neck, running my fingers though the black silken strands that was his hair as it was wrapped in a ponytail. I tugged to find the leather tie to the ponytail and succeeded, pulling the tie and tossing it as his hair fell. All the while, he proceeded to kiss my cheek and worked down my neck as I felt my temperature rise. I pressed my face into the crook of his neck, deeply inhaling his scent as he gained access to the back of my neck and hair. He smelled of spice, a mixture that made me wonder. Does he taste as good as he smells? I blushed at that thought as I felt him pluck a couple locks of my hair and raised it to his nose, inhaling deeply. He smiled as he figured out what shampoo I used since my hair always smelled of lavender.

I pulled back, and looked at his face again, lazily running my finger through his hair. He smiled, and kissed me again. His tongue sought out mine, entwining the both of them. I moaned into his mouth as I pressed myself against him. His hands became more daring as he griped my rear end and squeezed. I squealed, rising high on my toes. He seemed to be enjoying himself, even though he just tried to kick me out. I was still angry at him, and the pain still hurt. My mind started working, trying to find a way to make him feel very sorry. I had a plan, but for it to work his hands had to stop.

Not really wanting to, I clasped his wrists while I continued to kiss him, and pulled them from my body. He made a curious noise in the back of his throat then tried to overpower me till I began backing him toward the bed. I broke apart from him, panting heavily. "Sit," I said in a commanding voice.

He obediently complied, sitting on the side of the bed. I smiled, kissed him again, and reached around his neck to find the closure to his underskin. Just as I was going to pull it down, I felt his hands, busily pulling my gown up past my shins. I moved back from him and pulled his hands away again. He furrowed his brow, looking at me with a mixture of hurt and confusing.

"No touching," I said as he looked at me upset.

Well, he looked that way till I leaned over and kissed him again, my tongue plunging into his mouth. I could feel his arms twitch under my hands, resisting the urge to touch me. I giggled to myself in satisfaction. My hands moved back around his neck as I kissed down his neck. I found the zipper, and quickly pulled it down, feeling the fabric loosen. I ran my hands back to his neck as the muscles of his back twitched, then slowly began to peel the fabric from his shoulders. His skin was as golden tanned as his face, and just as smooth, which sent a thrill of possessiveness through me.

I rubbed his shoulders, feeling the strength in them as he eagerly leaned into my hands. I then removed my hands, and grabbed the wristband of left arm of his underskin, holding it tight. He gingerly pulled his arm free, then his right as I grabbed that band as well. I traced my fingers along the muscles of his arms. They were full of power, and not an ounce of fat on them. My mother said these were the signs of a great swordsman, which was why she married my father. But there was one more thing. I kneeled down, pulling his hand to my face. I looked at his fingers and palms, admiring their length and the small furrows in the skin from years of battle and wear. This, my mother said, was the sign of an artist, or a man with many skills.

Gazing at his hand like this, I thought back to my days training with other female warriors, and listening to their experiences, specifically the ones of a sexual nature. I was the only one among them that hadn't been with another male. Thus, they took it upon themselves to educate me in their experiences. I thought back to their stories and blushed, then decided to use a technique used by a friend. I licked his palm. He chuckled, then promptly stopped when I took his middle finger and slipped it into my mouth. I looked up to his face, which held a smile of bemusement and curiosity. I wrapped my tongue around his finger then sucked. I felt the bed move as he shifted uncomfortable, and grunted. I looked up at him again. His frustration was plain to see. I continued my work, rolling my tongue around his sensitive finger. He groaned, his head falling back as he pleaded with me to continue.

I giggled, pulling his finger out of my mouth. I then proceeded to kiss my way up his arm to his neck as he groaned again. At the base of his neck I stopped, sucking lightly on his skin as he moaned appreciatively. I gripped the fabric of his underskin, tugging it down his chest and abdomen. He hissed as the backs of my hands grazed his skin, as if their touch was burning him. I looked down admiringly at the newly exposed skin, and the muscles that twitched under it. Again, golden tanned perfection. His whole chest was as powerful as his arms, but not bulky with a thin layer of fat left to pinch. His nipples were a dusty brown, and fully erect, tensed by the closeness of my hands. The whole of his upper body was hairless, and of the hair that was there, they were blond to go with the tan.

I gently pushed at his shoulders, silently telling him what to do. He leaned back, resting back on his elbows to look at me. I could see his muscles ripple as he moved, making my eyes widen and my breath quickened. He grinned back at me, noticing my situation. I winked back, then leaned over to kiss him again. I rolled my tongue in his mouth as he answered back with his, still resisting the urge to touch me. We pulled apart, panting heavily, as I kissed my way to his cheek then his jaw, and back down to his neck. My hands quickly found themselves caressing his chest, the hard nubs of his nipples rubbing against my palms. His voice cried out, followed by a series of moans. From his neck, I licked my way to the place of my hands, tasting the salt of his sweat.

I gently flicked my tongue across one of his nipples as I rolled the other between my fingers. He called my name with his breathless voice as I saw the sweat pour from his brow. I continued playing with him, enjoying the way his skin tasted, and the way my name rang out with each lick. I giggled to myself at his agony and frustration, till I realized at I was beginning to get hot and bothered as well. I continued to kiss my way down his body, and past his abdomen to his navel, having to sit on my legs to reach it. I seductively licked the outer edge, enticing chuckles mixed with groans. "Stop! I'm ticklish there!" he yelled between chuckles.

I smiled wickedly back at him, and asked, "Where else are you ticklish?"

"Why don't you find out?" he retorted with a feral grin. I blushed yet again, multiplied by the frantic beating of my heart, wondering what he meant. I decided to move on, rising to my knees. I reached behind him, hugging his torso as my hands slipped downwards. I reached into the underskin, and roughly grabbed both cheeks of his ass, squeezing. I always wanted to do that to Kelladain, especially the way his butt wiggled when he walked. It was by far the area on him that had the most fat, but even then I could squeeze it lightly and still feel the muscle underneath it move. The touch made him gasp as he raised himself off the bed. Seizing the moment, literally, I peeled the underskin off from under him, and pulled it down his legs. All the while, I purposefully didn't look up at him, knowing I'd get to it later.

I finally pulled the underskin off of him totally, and dumped it on the floor. Then I pulled off his socks, and tossed them to the pile. Above me, he sighed happily to be free from the binding cloths. Well, he sounded happy till I kiss the back of his left knee, further adding to his dilemma. He moaned again, louder as I moved up his leg. Then I looked up, and there it was. It was the only manhood I'd seen in my life, and is probably the only one I ever will. It was nestled in a thin bush of tight black curls of hair that looked like wisps of smoke against his tan skin. It looked normal from what I learned in school, but what surprised me was it's size.

From the stories I had heard, most of the Vel men were small, average around six inches or shorter. I don't know why, but it was part of their anatomy. Kelladain, on the other hand was slightly larger than that, a good inches roughly. I was scared. I didn't expect him to be as big, yelled the part of my mind that also told me that it doubted if he would even fit. The other part of my clouded mind was overjoyed and telling how this was a good thing. Ten guesses which half was saying which.

I tentatively touch him with my right hand before quickly pulling it away. I heard him groan in frustration. Getting curious, I touched it again, staying my hand there, and felt it twitch. It felt like the silk of my dress, yet it was warm and as hard as the marble I was kneeling on. I felt the blood pulse through it as I also felt my blood pump harder. I slowly raised my hand over it as it twitched, and as he let loose a chorus of moans. I think I was on to something. I lowered myself to sit on my shins to get a better look. I starred at the thing as my hand lazily rubbed along its length, enticing more cries from him. Of everything I learned about it, I still wondered one thing. Unconsciously I licked my lips, then leaned closer, and breathed on it softly as I heard him gasp then pant heavily. I blinked, and licked the round head. Kelladain groaned, throwing his head back as a bead of white liquid formed at the tip. Now I knew I found something.

He looked like he was in agony, but was throughly enjoying himself. I decided to try something else. I wrapped my lips over the head and lightly sucked, tasting the white liquid as more of it formed. He moaned louder, crying my name. He liked it, so I pulled off hearing his moaning protests, which turned into sighs as I licked my way down to the base of his shaft, then licked up. At this point I was lost on what to do next.

Then I thought back to another one of the stories from my friends. I grinned at him as he stared back utterly perplexed. I cleared my throat then popped the head back into my mouth to hear him moan. I then began to take as much of him into my mouth as I could. When I was almost near the end, I felt him reach the back of my mouth. I relaxed the muscles in my throat as best I could, tilting my head back, and pushed him down. He slid the rest of the way down my throat, the end of his shaft at my nose along with all the hair.

It was a struggle keeping him there without choking or gagging. Then some wisps of hair brushed against my nose. It tickled so I giggled. The noise reverberated over him as I looked up to see his eyes roll back in his head and a loud moan escaped his lips. He was crying my name again in anguish as his hips tried to trust up to my mouth. Luckily my arms were seating in his lap, pinning him down. He looked down at me, and asked huskily, "Jenna, what are you doing?!"

I couldn't really answer him at the time, so I showed him. I tightened the muscles in my neck and swallowed. He nearly screamed, yelling my name. "Jenna! Stop! Do it again, and I'm gonna!" Kelladain yelled before I cut him off with another swallow.

This time he did scream, shuddering as he flopped back onto the bed. I think I broke him. I felt him twitch violently in my mouth, so I quickly pulled away, leaving the head still in my mouth. Hot liquid then began to pour over my tongue and into the back of my mouth. I nearly gagged, but managed to swallow it all before it could even pool. His manhood soon stopped pulsing and I pulled my mouth off of him. A creamy strand hung from my lips and his taste was still on my tongue. It was hot and slippery, and bitter but with a salty quality that I decided that I liked. I licked my lips and collected the glob of his seed there, savoring the taste. As his orgasmic bliss cooled, he looked at me with a mix of awe and shock. I blushed, my arms rising to cross my chest as I felt his gaze running over me.

He slowly rose propped on his elbows, and said, "That was..." He trailed off, blushing as he looked utterly perplexed.

I giggled, then answered for him, "Erotic?"

He nodded vigorously.

I giggled again.

"How did you know to do that?" he asked bluntly.

"My friends were more experienced than me, and would tell me about what they did to their boyfriends. I am a good listener," I said looking down as I innocently brushed my feet together, "So, are you sorry you almost kicked me out tonight?" I half smiled, thinking of his answer.

"Jenna, I'm no longer going to regret what we do tonight if you don't as well," he said sounding so heartbroken that I wanted to hug him until his pain went away, but he continued, "What I do regret is that I was so blind these past weeks to the way you felt, for that I'm sorry for whatever heartache you went through."

My smile faded at his words as my heart burst with pride over those same words. For the first time in weeks I felt at peace about my relationship with him. I felt that I loved him more than ever for just being who he was that night, the man I loved. I looked back at him.

The expression on his face had changed, specifically in his eyes. Ever since I entered the room, his eyes shone with bemusement and the love he had for me, but now his eyes were purely feral, shining with desire in the moonlight. I stood absolutely still, my eyes locked with his. I suddenly felt like a wounded bird staring at the teeth of a large cat, about to be devoured. If I had any left qualms about staying that night, they were gone under his gaze. I swallowed hard, feeling the temperature rise around me, feeling a warmth in the pit of my stomach, and all from just his look.

He rose off the bed, and stood before me, towering over me. I looked up at him, my eyes shining in the moonlight. His gaze softened, now that of pure love. I smiled, closing my eyes as his breath washed over my face, and his warmth radiated through me. Then he kissed me, pulling me up into his arms. I wanted that moment to last forever. I felt that there was no better place to be than in his arms at that moment. To just be near him. To feel him pressed against me. To feel like I was a part of him as he was of me. But at the time we only had that one night to be together, and it was quickly slipping away.

We broke apart, both of us panting heavily. He kissed my cheek, working his way back from there to my ear. He slowly licked from the outer edge of my earlobe, and up to the very tip. One of the most sensitive parts on a Vel was their ears, and his tongue was doing wonders on mine. I moaned uncontrollably, pressing myself against him as I stood on my tiptoes. With each lick as he went lower, I groaned in frustration, squirming in his grasp. He then kissed down my neck, sucking on the skin. I cringed, knowing that the mark he was leaving would be there a while, and hoping no one, namely Justina, would notice it in the morning.

All the while, his hands glided down my back to rest just above my hips. He then grabbed my butt, softly kneading it with his hands through the fabric of my gown. I squealed, jumping in his hands. He chuckled before moving his hands forward to my stomach. I sighed happily as his hand continued to move up to my chest. I held my breath then as he gently cupped my breasts. He rolled his hands over them, softly kneading the flesh through the fabric. I bite my lower lip, trying to hold back the feeling as I pressed eagerly into his roaming hands. He grinned back to me, looking as feral as he did when he rose from the bed. I moaned, surrendering to him as I pressed further against him.

Then his hands disappeared. I groaned, frustrated as I slowly sank in his arms. He kissed me again as his hands were suddenly at the back of the gown, reaching for the zipper. I grinned as I ran my finger back through his hair, breathing heavily. He pulled the zipper down ever so slowly, biding his time. I squirmed under his touch. He was doing this on purpose. I could hear him chuckle at my dilemma. I decided to add to his as I innocently raked my hands over his chest, just grazing his nipples. He grunted, finally pulling the zipper down to the small of my back. I felt the gown loosen. I smiled, happy to be rid of it's constriction. I then sighed as he gently ran his fingers over my back.

"Forget to wear something?" he asked with a curled grin.

"It didn't go with the dress," I hissed through my teeth as he pulled my arms off of his neck.

The dress then fell off my shoulder and down my chest, revealing to him my upper body. I blushed, suddenly feeling hot as he openly starred. I pulled my arms out of the dress as it continued to fall, resting at my navel. He tentatively replaced his hands on my shoulders, running his hands down my arms. I flinched, feeling his fingers glide effortlessly to my hands. I squirmed feeling the warmth in my stomach redouble its fire. Could he do this just by touching my arms? I pondered this thought, wondering if his hands felt as good in other places. I moaned, feeling hotter at that thought as well.

His hands left my arms and moved up to my chest. My overworked mind screamed with joy at the thought of what he was about to do. I panted more, heaving my chest as his hands stayed just inches from them. He sat back down on the bed, pulling me closer at the hips as he was now completely face to, um, breasts to sort of speak. I could feel the blood pounding in my veins as my skin turned a shade of pink mixed with my ivory complexion. I placed my hands in his head, running my fingers back through his hair while silently nudging him onward. He solemnly licked the valley between my chest. I moaned pressing his head closer to me. His hand then captured a swollen nipple, rolling it between his fingers as I threw my head back and cried his name.

Then his mouth was near where his hand was, sucking lightly on the outside skin that was just a fraction of an inch near my aureole. He then lightly licked the nub causing me to moan louder. I gritted my teeth, the sensations running through my mind like a fever. I felt on fire, burning under the ministrations of his mouth and fingers. I arched my back as I pressed myself into his mouth, crying his name again. I could feel the liquid falling down my thighs, all from his touch. He continued his near torture, at least that's what it felt like. I was possessed, nearly mad from his touch, writhing in his grasp. I wanted him to continue, pulling on his hair to make him go down further. "Kelladain, please!" I pleaded between moans.

He looked up at me, grinning like he just won a prize, or like a tiger that was about to swallow his prey whole, then slid off the bed to kneel at my feet. I groaned inwardly, feeling like I just created a monster. He kissed his way from my chest to the bottom of my ribs. As his hands glided over my skin, I squealed as they rubbed over the sides of my lower ribs. Letting loose a fit of giggles, I tried to wiggle out of his grasp, pleading him not to do that again. "Ticklish?" he asked with a broad grin as he tickled me again.

I squealed and kicked him in the thigh as he chuckled. I looked at him cross. That kind of killed the mood. I pouted and averted my eyes as he stopped his chuckles and nuzzled my stomach. I blushed as a wave of warmth resurfaced. I whimpered as he traced around my navel, and stopped to look up at me. He looked like he was sorry, his eyes reading of love and desire. I brushed my hand over the top of his head, wanting to lower myself to him and kiss him again. I licked my lips just thinking again of his kisses.

His hands snaked back to the zipper of the gown. He then pulled it all the way to the end as the gown finally slid off my hips to pile on the floor. I gingerly stepped out of it as he picked it up, and threw it across the room to float into the pile of already discarded cloths. He looked back to my face, then moved down, scanning my body with his eyes. I could tell he greatly approved as his eyes were as wide as a Vel child just receiving a present he always wanted. I blushed as his hands ran over my smooth legs, coated lightly with blond hairs as was the rest of me. The palms of his hands traced my curves as if mapping them for his memory. I moaned happily, wiggling to press into his questing fingers.

He looked back to my face, as if seeking an answer to an unspoken question. I smiled and nodded to him as I parted my legs slightly. That was all the urging he needed. He nuzzled his nose into the bush around my mound, inhaling my scent. I heard him chuckle from where he was. I guess he found out my secret which was that I was a true natural blond. I felt more liquid creep out as he lowered himself to sitting on the floor. He then began to lap up the honey as it trailed down my legs, and his tongue moving closer up to its source. I panted heavily, the feeling trying to register in my brain. The closer he got the louder I got till he I felt his nose nuzzled the outer lips of my womanhood. I gasped, unconsciously pushing my hips forward. He looked back to my face again, the desire shining in his eyes. I moaned throwing my head back as I felt his breath tingled the hairs.

He then licked up the slit, lapping away my juices while he briefly grazed my clitoris. I nearly screamed as I felt the strength leave my bones. I fell forward, barely standing as my hands reflexively planted themselves on the bed. I was panting as if I had just run a mile, the sweat pouring from my brow. I slowly rose back up, grabbing onto one of the bed post for support. I was tense as he looked to me. "You might want to hold onto something," Kelladain said playfully as he lowered his gaze back to my womanhood.

I grabbed the post in a death grip, steadying myself for the oncoming wave of sensations. I felt his tongue again licking the outside. I groaned, pressing myself further into his mouth. Not one to refuse such an offer, he eagerly brought his fingers around, and separated my folds. I cried his name as I felt his tongue plunge into my depths, sucking on the honey that poured out. My hips thrust downwards, trying to push his tongue further inside. I screamed, the feelings clouding my already choked mind, trying to memorize each feeling.

It was getting to be too much. I didn't feel, I was on fire. The warmth in my stomach intensified, blazing like an inferno over my skin. I could hear my heart pound over my cries, pumping right into my ears. I thrashed as he continued to plunder my canal, wiggling his devious tongue into every crevice. I felt I was close, but not close enough to be thrown over the edge. I screamed in frustration, pushing against him harder. He then pulled away, licking his way up to my clitoris. I was close, very close. My mind screamed this as my chest heaved.

It wasn't even two licks till I went rigid, scream his name as loud as I could, and felt the fire in my stomach finally explode. I felt my body shudder and tremble as the feelings soared through me. The liquid poured out of me and into his eager and lapping mouth. I came down, feeling like I had just won a footrace. I felt like I was being drained of my strength, my mind turning into a pile of mush as it worked overtime to record what just happened. I moaned, leaning against the post for much needed support.

Kelladain squirmed his way out from under me and stood, pulling me around him. I looked at him lazily, placing my trembling hands around his neck as I felt my knees finally gave way. He effortlessly scooped me up as I fell. I leaned closer to him, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck. He climbed onto the bed, and deposited me in the center of the feather soft bed, gently placing me down. I felt exhausted, but I still wanted to continue. I kissed him, running my tongue into his mouth, tasting myself in a lingering aftertaste. I then grabbed his manhood as it proudly stood out to rest on my leg.

He groaned into our kiss then broke away, looking deeply into my eyes. He was asking the silent question again. I nodded looked deep into his sapphire blue eyes. I laid back and separated my legs, looking at him with a heavy dose of desire. He slowly climbed between them, the head of his member twitching against my opening. He leaned down and kissed me before I felt my folds separate to allow his entrance. I moaned into his mouth as he slowly pushed in. Then he hit the barrier. I yelped, pulling my hips away from the pain. His eyes shot open as I pulled away. He jaws hung open in shock. "But I thought . . . we better stop," he said solemnly as he began to reluctantly pull out.

I wanted to scream in frustration, but instead I wrapped my legs around his waist to lock him in. He looked back to me annoyed as he furrowed his eyebrows. "Kelladain please, this would have happened anyway," I pleaded with him looking hurt.

He looked like he was debating it as he began to try to pull out again. I held him fast. "We've been over this already, this could be our only shot at this, please," I pleaded again as my voice cracked. I was desperate. After we had come so far tonight, was he still debating whether he would try and throw me out again. I wanted to cry. Why did he always have me so frustrated?!

He looked to my face as I saw the ache there. I guess he finally figured out how much hurt was doing with his protests, which he thought were in our best interests. He closed his eyes, and said softly in a pained voice, "This is going to hurt, tell me if it's too much."

"I understand," I said, nuzzling his face as I wove my arms around his back. I tried to invoke my love for him, to comfort him, to make him feel better about the coming actions. He gently patted my head before he did it. In one swift motion, he jerked forward as the barrier shuddered and tore away. I bite my lip to keep from howling my pain. My eyes misted over as I closed them. The last thing I needed now was for him to regret this. He stopped moving, continuing to pat my hair till I looked back to his face and nodded. I lurched my hips forward, finally taking him all the way inside me. I moaned as I arched my back, accommodating to his intrusion. He seemed more pleased by my response as he pulled out and rammed back in. I gasped, tightening my legs around him.

He continued, quickly finding a rhythm. I could feel my heart pound, threatening to beat out of my chest or stop all together. I thrust my hips back to meet his movements. Each movement brought another wave of sensations coursing through my already overworked nerves. I breathed erratically, each breath ending in a cry. The fever spread through me, searing my skin. Even the slightest touch was a shock of sensations. I was getting close as I gripped his rear end. I could tell he was also. His face locked into a look of unwavering determination. His hands gripping the sheet into balls as sweat poured all over him.

I felt it coming, and in within a second I was lost. I screamed, crying his name as my nails raked his butt, leaving red welts and in places breaking the skin. The rest of me thrashed wildly against him as my vision blazed white hot. As soon my nails broke his skin, he screamed as well, burying himself in me as my walls gripped him in a silky embrace. He shuddered against me as I felt his member pump into me, the liquid hitting the back of my entrance.

Then it was over. My dream since I met him had actually happened, and I was relieved, exhausted, but relieved. It was everything I ever thought it would be. Even at that moment, I knew my life had just changed forever. I was suddenly not alone anymore. I had him, my fiancee. Fiancee? I blushed at the thought. He was mine? I still could barely believe it as my mind screamed back joyously that yes he was mine. And I hoped that was the way it would always be. I didn't want to ponder my, our future at that moment, bathing in the euphoria of it all.

He leaned over me resting on his elbows as not to crush me. We starred into each other's eyes as we both came down and regained our strength. He looked finally and sincerely happy since I walked into this room. He pulled out of me, much to my protests, and laid back down on his side to face me. I snuggled against him, feeling his warmth spread through my now cooling skin. He looked at me very contently with a peaceful smile. I smiled back turning to face him. "Was it worth it?" I asked him, my mind finally getting back to normal.

"Was what worth it?" He asked, perplexed by my question. I smiled, "Was it worth it for me to come here tonight?"

He looked at me like I just said the most obvious question he ever heard. I giggled. He looked too funny not to. His chuckled and shook his head. "I think you should be asking yourself that, Lady," Kelladain said as he rested his head on a pillow, "You're the one that came over here tonight."

He smirked. I snickered back. I sighed, and said as the words flowed to me, "It was worth it, cause I finally know what was bothering you these past months, and your feelings, for that peace of mind and for you, any risk is worth it."

I hugged him as I said this, my heart swelling as it threatened to burst for with my love for him. He snuggled the top of my head, whispering my name. Everything about this night seemed right. So right that I wanted to cry from sheer happiness. Had I finally found it? Happiness? My life had been so plagued before this night. The death, the destruction, and all the pain. Had I finally at long last found happiness in the arms of my love? It felt like heaven being with him. If that night was heaven, I never wanted it to end. More questions for a troubled mind. I pondered this, but I wanted to get back to the discussion at hand. "Now answer my question, dear," I said looking into his eyes with a grin.

"I have gained you as my wife tonight, my love, for me that is worth anything, and also I want to thank you for having the courage you had to come here tonight and put up with my blind stupidity, I now regret how stupid I was acting and am very glad I was smart enough to not turn you out this night," he said before I cut him off.

"Yet you nearly did turn me out," I said gruffly before adding while I looked hurt, "almost twice."

He blushed looking awful. Me and my big mouth. You shouldn't have said that, part of my mind said. I wanted him to be happy, didn't I? If he was happy I was as well. He looked back at me, his eyes shining like a hurt puppy. The same part of me wanted to hug him so bad, to make him feel better. But still, he neglected me for months, all for some stupid reason. He didn't even tell me he loved me till tonight. For that I was angry, but still, I couldn't stay mad at him forever. Then I'd be just as bad as him. "I'm sorry," he said frowning.

Any resistance left crumbled. I had my satisfaction in his love, and for me that was enough. I surrendered, and said, "You're forgiven, just don't forget who came here tonight."

"There's no way I'm gonna forget this night," he said, flashing a bright smile. And I thought I changed moods quickly. I giggled. He was acting too cute at the moment not to. "Good," I retorted as I kissed him on the cheek then sat up to get off the bed.

Just as I was going to get up, his hand grabbed my shoulder. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked sounding perturbed.

"Back to my room," I answered blinking. He pulled me back as I yelped and fell against him. "What's the big idea?!" I shrieked as his arms locked around my waist.

He chuckled, and said, "You said you wanted to spend the night."

He was right, those weren't my exact words, but he was still right. Damn, not only was he cute, but he was convincing too. Maybe that's why he was a Lord, cause he acted like a sneaky official. I giggled at the thought. No, he was too sweet to be one. My mind flew back to what I would do in the morning. I knew I was bruised, and the hickey was a dead giveaway. Great. Now what would everyone say in the morning? I sighed, I knew Justina would be on my back about this, being miss goody two shoes about my behavior. Draconhurst would be crossed at the both of us for breaking his damned rules. I decided to forget the both of them, Justina had a man, and Draconhurst broke his own rules with Veronica. I snuggled my back against Kelladain's chest, deciding it was better to stay the night.

As I wiggled against him, I felt something poke my butt. I yelped as I heard him groan. I quickly sat up to see what it was. Just as I had expected, his member was standing tall yet again. I looked to him grinning as he rolled his eyes. Talk about stamina. It was just a couple minutes ago when we finished. I blushed, staring at the stiff beast as it twitched under my sight. I leaned closer hoping to stare it into submission. It wasn't working as Kelladain wiggled, trying to get up.

"I'll take care of it," he said as rose and sat on the edge of the bed.

My body was responding his presence again. My skin suddenly flushed. Even though I was tired, my body was still getting the better of me. It called for me to stop him, and part of me agreed with it. I couldn't resist. Just he was about to get up, I placed my hand on his erection. He groaned and quickly sat back down. "What is it?" he asked sounding pained as I traced my finger over his body.

"If I don't leave the bed, neither do you," I said grinned mischievously. It wasn't me, I swear! But then again it was part of me. I blushed.

"But, but, but," he protested as my hand went back to resting on his member. I could see the indecision in his eyes, so I decided to make the decision for him, well I didn't, my hand did. I began pumping his shaft in my hands. He whimpered before laying down on his back. Normally I wouldn't be doing this, but my prudence had flow out the window just as my gown had flown across the room. I was a changed woman, and it was all his fault!

I grinned unthinkingly, quickly straddling his hips. My hand steered his stiff manhood and nestled his head between my wet nether lips.

His eyes went wide. "Jenna! No! Not so soon! You won't  be walking right for days after this!" he screamed trying to wiggle free, but not really trying hard at all.

"Do I look like I care?" I asked before I impaled myself onto him.

He groaned finally surrendering to the emotions running through him. At this point I was possessed yet again. I couldn't have even cared if the whole group suddenly walked in on us, nor would I stop if they did. I rolled my hips, rising and falling in a rhythm while on his lap. My hands rested on his chest, raking his tender flesh. Slowly my skin turned back into fire, all my hairs tingling with the slightest move. I leaned forward, kissing him long and hard. He grunted, pounding up to meet my movements. His hands grabbed my breasts, slowly kneading them against his palms.

I could feel my control breaking down, I pressed against him, each time harder and faster than the last. With each passing moment, my world turned whiter as the fire in my stomach burned brighter. It was only a matter of time. Then I howled his name, thrashing above him before I flew over the edge and spiraled downwards. I could feel the liquid pour out, drenching my thighs. I looked to his face as he gritted his teeth, holding a locked grip on his emotions as my walls tried milking his manhood.

I felt then suddenly detached for a second, coming down from the high peak. I pondered on the way he looked at that moment. The way he looked made me feel like a goddess. He looked like he was in the utmost heaven or hell, in divine agony. He looked like he wanted this torment to end, yet he looked like he also wanted it to continue. And here I was on top of him, deciding the fate of this beautiful man. To me, for that moment I had power, the power to make or break him. It was a funny thing, a warrior having power over her lord. It was that satisfaction that made me feel like a goddess, like the most desirable woman on this rock of a planet. And all because this beautiful creature was all mine. But then again I was all his as well.

My little revelry ended as I felt him redouble his efforts and pound into me as fast and as hard as ever. I was still hyper sensitive from my last climax so it didn't take much for me to leap over the edge again. My breath shuddered as I shook, feeling myself succumb again to my desire. I cried his name again as he joined me, filling the room with our cries. My walls clamped onto him again as he thrust as much as he could into me, filling my canal. Panting, I came down, suddenly feeling limp. Trembling, I slowly moved forward to rest my lighter body on his chest. I smiled as I felt his heart pumping in his chest. I looked up to his face as he smiled serenely. "Is it always going to be like this?" I asked innocently.

"I hope not, I might not last long," he said chuckling. I giggled feeling his laughter ripple through his chest. We remained that way for a few minutes just listening to the breathing of each other. Then his now flaccid manhood popped out of me and remained that way for the rest of the night. I felt tired. I couldn't move a muscle even if my life depended on it. I hoped I wasn't too heavy for him. I looked up to his face for some answer only to see his eyes closed as he had drifted off to sleep. I smiled, laying my head down as I was content to stay where I was for the rest of the night. Soon enough, sleep claimed me I as remained on top of his chest till morning.

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I slept peacefully till before dawn. I was chilled awake as a breeze blew through the room. I guess I forgot the covers. I blinked, realizing where I was and what had happened the night before, I sighed contently just thinking about it. I looked up to his face. Kelladain was still sleeping as sound as a baby. I smiled, lazily twisting a strand of his hair between my fingers. I then realized that I had better get going before we were found out. As I was about to climb off him, I heard him groan. There went my getaway. I looked to him again as he wiped his eyes, trying to wake up. He then peered at me smiling lazily. I grinned back, trying to roll off of him but his arms held fast.

He kissed me, pulling me closer. As sweet as it was, I couldn't let this continue. I pulled away to hear him whine. I pouted back to him, sighed, and said, "We can't stay here all morning remember."

He sighed, releasing his hold on me as I rolled off. He then slowly sat up, stretching his back. I continued watching him as he stood, and walked for the other side of the room to the bathroom. Judging from the way he looked and walked, he was going to start a bath. And judging from the way I felt, I could use one as well. As he walked away I noticed several red mark displayed well against the tan skin of his rear end. I blushed. I guess I was a little too hard, huh? I giggled as I ran my hands over the hickey that proudly stood out on the ivory skin of my neck. It was one for one I guess, only mine was much more noticeable.

I sat up. Every muscle in my body ached, even ones I didn't know to exist. Just as I was about to start stretching, I heard running water from the bath room. I sighed, just thinking of how good the water would feel on my aching muscles. I moved from the center of the bed to sitting on the edge, waiting for his return. It was nearing close to dawn, the sky already turning pink. A few minutes later, I heard the water stopped and saw him walk back out. He moved right back to the bed and leaned over me, his face inches from mine. He offered me his hand, bowing ever so gently. I giggled as he kissed the back of it, then place my arm around his neck. I kissed him, place my other arm around him as well.

His own arms slithered over my legs and back. With a yelp from me, he swiftly had me in his arms, and strode into the bath. The one thing I liked about the baths in this place was how big they were. The tubs were solid marble, and were built into the floor with slightly raised steps leading into them. They also had enough room to roughly fit three bather, or two quite nicely. Kneeling, he slowly lowered me into the water. I sighed as I entered, each inch bringing relief for my tired muscles. Once I was in, he quickly removed his hands as I wiggled around in the tub, trying to get comfortable for a good long soak. I looked to him as he remained outside the bath, just kneeling beside it. I blinked, then asked him, "Aren't you going to join me?"

"I think you better bathe in peace, I'll just watch," he said nodding in agreement.

"But you'll get a better view from inside the tub," I said grinning from ear to ear.

My body was fooling my mind again, besides we only had so much time left and I intended to make the most of it. He groaned then chuckled, shaking his head no. I smirked, then got an idea. I rose out of the tub to kneel in front of him, the water dripping off of me as I leaned forward, my mouth inches from his manhood. Then I exhaled heavily, hotly against him. He blushed. I gently traced a finger on the head of his manhood as it sprung to life in my other hand. He whimpered and I grinned. "Now do you wish to join me?" I asked again.

"You're evil," he said frowning.

I pouted playfully. "I thought I was a good girl," I said placing my hands on my hips.

"About as good as a Nanain Priestess," he said smirking.

I gawked. Nanain Priestesses were know for being highly skilled in the art of erotica, and known to do services for large amounts of money. I bit my lower lip and gzed up at him. I blushed and could feel the tips of my ears get hot, not knowing whether it was a compliment or if he was making fun of me. I didn't care, my blood was growing hotter just looking at him sit there. I held his member, tugging lightly.

He yelped. "Ok, ok, you win!" he yelled as he slid into the tub.

He hissed as he entered, the water lapping around him. He sighed as he sat, looking very happy as the water worked on his muscles. I moved over, and sat on his knee, his member trapped between us. He didn't seem to care.

"What exactly did you mean by that comment?" I asked him as I thought back to it.

"Do I have to answer?" he retorted looking smug. I elbowed him lightly as he chuckled. He sighed, turning a bright shade of red, and said, "Well, let's just say last night was the best love making I have ever had the privilege to enjoy, and since I know of the Nanain's reputation I thought the two compared."

I raised an eyebrow. Did he . . .? I blushed. Maybe he did. He really knew what buttons to press last night. I starred back at him in shock, my mouth hanging half open. He flustered, trying to read my face when it hit him. He blushed bright red, quickly saying, "Wait, it's not like that! I may be a little experienced but I, Er, Damn it! I'm not a dirty old Vel yet!" he screamed trying to cover his reputation.

I laughed out loud, I couldn't help it! I doubled over, hanging my face over the edge of the tub as he burst out laughing as well. After a good minute of laughing, we calmed down enough to not look at each other without another burst of laughter. "We better get washed," he finally said as he grabbed a sponge from the side of the tub.

I grinned just knowing what this was going to lead to, and wanting to help it along. I leaned my back against his chest, feeling him get warmer just by my presence. I slowly rubbed my back against him, feeling his nipples rub my shoulder blades. I could feel my nipples harden as they dipped in and out of the water as I moved my hips up and down. He groaned, trying to resist it. I continued, rubbing along his shaft, trapping his stiffness between my ass cheeks. He dropped the sponge as his fingers gripped the sides of the bath. I wiggled to hear him growl in frustration. I could tell he had enough when he gripped my waist, stopping my motion. I pouted until I felt him urge my hips to lift and then his shaft was right between my legs. I yelped as the hot head of his manhood was touching right at my entrance. I wanted so bad to just lower myself, but he held me still. "You're insatiable, my dear," he breathed through his gritted teeth.

"And evil," I said grinning devilishly. He growled, threateningly. I admit, I was pushing him, playing Veneti's advocate. I wanted to see how far he'd go. Call it a test. And apparently he was playing along. Yes, this was I what I wanted. I waited eagerly to see how he'd solve his problem. "You know you're asking for it?" he stated smirking as he pulled me against him.

I squirmed in his grasp, and asked, "So what are you going to do about it?"

I was answered quick enough. He forcefully spun me around to my side. I turn my head to his face as he kissed me. He literally crushed my lip, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I could feel my lips already bruising, but I soon answered him back just as forcefully. He scooped me up again, sloshing through the water till he reached the end of the tub. He dropped me, my butt landing on hard marble. Naturally I yelped, but he didn't seem concerned at all. If this had happened last night, he would be saying he was sorry by now. I guess pushed him a little too much, but I didn't care. I wanted this as bad as he did. I leaned back, resting on my hands as he parted my legs. Before I could even protest, like I even wanted to, he had found the entrance to my womanhood, and quickly thrust in and forming a rhythm. I cried out at the suddenness, half excited and half scared.

I threw my head back. This was going faster than I expected. My blood was on a fast boil, drying the water still around my body. My stomach churned, blazing like the hearth of a great hall in winter. I knew it wouldn't be long. In fact it wasn't long at all till I cried louder and shuddered around him. There was only one word to describe it, intense. The feelings alone made everything I felt last night pale in comparison. But the one thing it lacked was the emotion of last night. It wasn't the same, but even then it was great while it lasted. After I had finished, he was still moving within me like a man possessed. I moved back, trying to bring this exquisite torture to an end.

Then it happened. We cried in unison as the sensations washed over us. It was too much. As I came down, I crashed onto the marble floor groaning in agony. He quickly pulled out and fell back into the water, the look of complete contentment on his face. We looked at each other, and laughed. I don't know why, but it struck us funny at the time. I quickly regained my strength, and slid back into the water. He looked at me, concern written deeply on his face. I blinked then raised my eyebrow. "I'm sorry," he said frowning say he stared into the water.

"Kelladain?" I asked as I waded over to him, feeling concerned.

"I'm sorry, Jenna, I shouldn't have let that happened," he said looking miserable. What was he sorry about? Then it hit me. I sighed, looking at him tenderly before wading over. "Kelladain, look at me," I said grabbing his face to lock his eyes with mine.

"There's nothing to be sorry about," I said smiling. He looked taken back. "But I was rough, I thought . . .," he said trailing off.

"I'm not a fine statue remember."

"But I worry, I don't want to hurt you."

"Then you worry too much," I said nearly giggling, "and stop being so sorry, I didn't complain did I?"

I smiled. He seemed to relax, leaning on the wall of the tub. "If you can't tell, I haven't had a relationship like this in a while," he said with a smirk.

"Well, I haven't had one ever, so it makes the two of us," I said. I was still smiling. He could be so cute at times yet so stupid the next. Like now he was acting like a spineless boy then the dashing Lord I had come to remember him being. I could almost feel he was hiding something through all of this. But my thoughts were soon dashed as he was act like himself again. "We better hurry up, it's dawn." he said as the we saw the light stream in from the window.

He grabbed the sponge and turned back to business as we quickly bathed, washing away the grim from last night. We were soon done. I climbed out of the tub, dripping water on the already soaked floor. I blushed remembering where it came from. I quickly grabbed a large towel from the rack on the wall. I wrapped myself up, snuggling in the clean warmth. I grabbed another and handed it to Kelladain as he joined me. I padded out, wiping my hair dry with another towel as I went. I then surveyed the distraught in the room.

The bed was throughly in a mess, desperate for a cleaning. I sighed sorting through the cloths on the floor for my gown. I looked and looked but I couldn't find it. I blanched with fright. Where was it?! I walked to the table, now looking for the jewels and slippers. They were gone as well. I blushed. He didn't! But I had a feeling he did. I did tell the Arch Lich only for a night. I looked down. I was only wearing a towel. I sighed, trying to think of a plan to explain this to Justina, and praying she would be asleep. "Something wrong?"

I nearly jumped, whiling around to see Kelladain leaning against the door of the bathroom. I blushed. "Nothing," I said turning redder.

"Out with it," he said in a commanding voice. I sighed and said, "the dress and slippers are gone, I have nothing to wear."

I looked down as my cheeks burned. "I'm not going to even ask," he said, "but I have something small for you to wear."

He smiled as he hurriedly went to the pile of his gear. I saw him pull something small out, but I couldn't tell. He turned around, his hands behind his back. "Let me guess, close my eyes and hold out my hands?" I asked grinning.

He nodded, smiling brightly. I complied, eager to see what it was. He slowly crept over to me, making my anxiousness rise in my throat. He gently grabbed my right hand. I then felt something cold and metallic slip onto my ring finger. I tried to register what it was, and then it hit me. I gasped, my eyes shooting open. There it was, a ring. It was a yellow gold band, engraved with two hearts, one just outlined while the other was deeply set and shadowed. They were against each other, the shadowed one eclipsed slightly by the other. I was awe struck, dumbfounded by the emotions coursing through me. It was now official. It was all too much as my eyes glazed over. I cried, wrapping myself around him.

I sobbed with joy, rubbing my face into his chest. I could feel his hand on the back of my hair, stroking it softly. I pulled away from him, wiping the tears on the back of my hand. I looked into his eyes as they shined on me with love. "I love you," I whispered softly as I nuzzled his faced with mine.

"I love you too, Jenna," he whispered back before releasing me. I then caught a glimmer from his hand. I pulled his hand closer. He was wearing the same ring as me, only bigger. I smiled kissing him again. He pulled away soon enough, and helped me off the bed, guiding me to the door. I knew this was it. It was finally over. Well, this night was over at least. I opened the door, looking back longingly into his face. He kissed me again, trying to hold onto the sweetness of it. We parted, and without words I walked to my room, feeling his eyes on me. I looked back again, and then silently entered.

I closed the door softly, then nearly burst with joy. My mind was doing upper level flips to keep me from howling in happiness. I felt deliriously happy as I bounded across the room to grab my armor and gear. My revelry was broken when I heard an, "Ahem," coming from near the window.

I sighed and looked to see Justina resting against the window. "Where were you?" she asked bluntly, looking pristine in her Genvan robes and mantle.

"What, not even a good morning?" I asked trying to avoid her question. She didn't look amused. I blushed, and answered, "I took a bath."

She didn't looked convinced for a minute. She walked over to me, and pulled up my hair, revealing the hickey. She sighed as I quickly collapsed onto the bed, suddenly feeling miserable. "Jenna, I thought you were a good person, I could expect this from one of the guys, but not you, you're not even married to him, or not even engaged!" she yelled.

I held up my hand and the ring. Her jaw dropped as she grabbed my hand and studied the ring closer. That was the only time I heard a Genvan curse. "When did this happen?! I missed any ceremony?!" she screeched.

"Calm down!" I yelled as her mouth shut. She pouted as I sighed.

"We're just engaged," I said gazing at the ring. She sighed, and said, "But you could have waited."

"Don't even feed me that, you have a man as well, and if you'd come off your pedestal, you'd be in his room right now instead of chastising me!" I said crossing my arms. She was gaping again, too shocked to say a word. "Fine," she finally said, "Nothing to Blade about my feelings for him, and I'll shut my mouth about this."

I nodded, then proceeded to get dressed. After I finished, there was a knock on the door. I opened it to see Kelladain smiling brightly.

"Good morning, Ladies," he said bowing slightly.

I blushed while Justina smiled. "Good morning, sir," Justina answered looking smug. He smiled back, looking very happy. "Jenna, would you like to accompany me to breakfast?" Kelladain asked as he offered me his hand.

I nodded placing mine in his. I waved to Justina as she starred at the both of us in shock. We glided down the hall towards the main room, not passing anyone as we went. We arrived a few minutes later as Draconhurst, Veronica, Tempest, and the Arch Lich were already present. As we entered, I could feel their stares and inquiring glances. The only one that seemed happy at our entrance as the Arch Lich as he smiled the way he always does, his jaw hanging half open. Draconhurst looked perturbed. He was about to raise his voice when Veronica elbowed him in the ribs as she smiled sweetly. He grumbled, gazing down at his meal.

We sat next to Tempest as he eyed us suspiciously. "Are you two ok?" he asked nervously.

Kelladain nodded quickly, looking at his meal. Minutes later, Justina, Blade, Thorn, Bradock, and the rest of the group all walked in, each eyeing us as Kelladain and I chatted through the meal. It was nonsense really, trying to cover the emotions between us.

"So, how did everyone sleep last night?" asked the Arch Lich grinning in his way.

Kelladain choked, coughing on his food while I blushed. He then gulped down some water, trying to clear his throat.

"It was fine, very restful," I answered feeling my ears start to burn.

Kelladain's eyes went wide as he swallowed the water hard. Justina almost choked on her food as well, trying to suppress the giggles. Everyone else looked totally bewildered, trying to make sense of the goings on. The only one that didn't care was Bradock as he stuffed his face. The meal continued with no further questions. No one even noticed the ring. After we were done, we grabbed our things, and join the Arch Lich in one of the side chambers. Draconhurst and Veronica stayed behind while the rest of us were going after the Cloak.

"Now, the Fang Cloak is located in Maximillian Castle near the center of the country," he said.

The party groaned in unison. Maximillian Castle was the home of an old Vampire Lord of the same name that was killed by another group of people. We had the privilege of staying there after we were attack by three dragons at night in the middle of the pouring rain. The new owner was a knight of the realms for Drexlar, who wasn't as goodly as a knight should be. And being as Drexlarian as he was, he let us stay the night because there were Drexlarians among us, and for that fact alone.

Just looking at the castle was enough to give anyone the creeps for a week. We didn't trust that place one bit. The night we spent there was one of fitful and restless sleep. Spending another night was not on one of my favorite things to do list. I glanced at Justina looked disturbed by this news, since she said after staying there that the place reeked of evil, especially a door near the entrance. Now we knew why the owner never wanted us to touch that door, for the Cloak was behind it.

"If you are quite ready, I'll teleport you outside the gates, then I'll reopen it the following morning, you must have it or destroyed it by then," the Arch Lich said before he began murmuring. His voice rumbled softly then stopped. A black and purple portal opened in front of us. It swirled then cleared into the image of the castle.

I shuddered, leaning against Kelladain, looking uneasy about this. "I don't like this," I said frowning.

"It's ok, we'll get through this," he said trying to comfort me.

We walked somberly into the portal, each movement with dread at what awaited us on the other side . . .

Continued in Part 3

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