Cilas’ hands rose to her thighs, squeezing them as she pressed her hands on his chest. He let out groan that shook her spine with a shiver. When she asked for him, his hands rose to take hold of her waist. She waited for him to take the lead, unsure of what she was meant to do now that she’d finally given him entry. Iona felt his legs move behind her. And then, he pulled. She whimpered once more at the sensation of his member sliding against her tight, inner walls. Instantly she spotted the difference between him and the hunters. He started slow, waiting for her to want this, waited for her to be wet enough for him to slide within her easily. The hunters had not. They took her dry, hard, and fast. The pain was horrible. Cilas had caused no pain. Not even as he continued.

His hips thrusted upward, pushing himself back deep into her. Iona cried out, her nails digging into the flesh on his chest. A deep moan from Cilas reached her ears. He pulled back once more, and thrust his member into her, only faster. Her entire body jerked from each pump. She closed her eyes, brows furrowed as her lips seemed permanently gaped now from moaning and crying. Her body was so tight around him while he filled her, reaching so deeply that she nearly melted from how good it felt. His entire length was quickly coated in her wetness. Her breathing and heart matched the increasing pace Cilas used, her inner walls shocked and sending electricity through her body from his shaft rubbing against every nerve. But, it wasn’t quite enough.

Remembering how she’d ground herself against him earlier, her hips began to move, rolling with his own. Every time he pushed into her, she pushed down. It caused him to hit her harder, instantly making it better. “Aaahhhh, Cilas!” She cried, her face briefly mimicking an expression of pain. Although, there was no pain. The pleasure increased with the harder thrusts, and so she kept moving her hips, gradually leading him into a harder and faster rhythm. Her hands were unable to remain still as ecstasy washed over her. She dug her nails into his skin as her fingers raked down to his hard stomach, then back up to his chest. The movement caused her to reach out slightly, and she leaned forward from it. Doing so, his member was adjusted inside of her and touched the special spot Cilas had discovered earlier. Her back arched with her loudest cry yet, “Cilas! Aahhhh… Cilas!” She didn’t know why she kept calling his name. She only knew it was the only word that would satisfy her.

Iona and Cilas were finally one. It was beautiful, amazing, wonderful to have him inside of her, as a part of her. Her body belonged to him, for him to touch and please all he wishes. Giving herself to him was absolutely perfection. Her world had been dark for so long, with only the pale and quiet light of the moon as her companion. When Cilas came, he brought brilliant and warm light like the sun. He opened a door to a whole new world, and then he took her by the hand and pulled her through. He saved her from an eternity of loneliness. He had become her sun, the golden ray that shines until she smiles.

Beautiful. Perfect, and beautiful.

Her emotions suddenly escaped her grasp as tears started sliding down her cheeks. Iona wasn’t sure what had caused it, but she made no attempt to hide it. Then, after many more thrusts, her body reached its limit. Her muscles gradually tightened, the growing intensity telling her that she was finally going to climax for her first time. “Cilas…” she moaned, attempting to warn him. “I’m-” Iona was interrupted when the muscles in her stomach locked, her inner walls tightening around Cilas and clutching him strongly. Her back arched, head leaning back as if she were looking up at the sky with a howling cry. They should be thankful they were the only ones there, for her voice filled the air. Her face made an expression of pain, nails losing all control as they dug dangerously into his flesh. And, something within her reacted. Her life force, the spiritual power that lay dormant was set free to run wild. It spread through her body, and slowly a pure pale light shined from beneath her skin. She was glowing, as if a Spirit Opal was nearby. As if such power had the capacity to control the sky, or as if mater Luna wished to shine her light upon Iona during this great moment, the cloud that covered the full moon vanished.

The dragon’s rhythm was steady as Iona rode him, his hands exploring and cupping her backside. Her cries of pleasure rang through his ears, it drove him crazy driving his lust-filled muscles more and more as they ached from each thrust. He thought it would be enough for her but she wanted more as she started to rock her hips against each thrust, pushing down upon him. His name sent a shiver down his spine as he pressed into her again.

He opened his eyes briefly to look upon her face, to see nothing but a face twisted with pleasure just like his. It was crazy how much her hips moved against him, wanting more and more of him, it was crazy and he loved it! Her hands ran up and down his toned chest, fingernails once again ranking against his flesh a perfect mixture of an angel’s touch and roughness. Her smooth hands ran back up his chest causing her to lean in, changing the angle in which he penetrated her.

His member pushed against her soaked walls, and by the way, it caused her to cry out his name and shake her body he had hit her spot. ”God damn Iona…” He called out under his breath. Not only did their new angle cause more pleasure for her it caused the tip of his cock to rub up more against her walls lighting up the already sensitive nerves there. His hand let go of her ass and went and grabbed one of her breasts, pinching the hard nipple between his fingers.

A simple drop of wetness touched his cheek, and thinking it was sweat he looked up to see tears in her eyes. He did not know if she was in pain, or if it was just emotions that were causing them but she did not stop and continued to grind him as he pushed harder and harder into her. He leaned up to suck briefly upon her unteased nipple before laying back down as he could feel her tightening even more around him. He could feel the muscles in his groin tense up more in response to her body reacting.

She tried to warn him she had reached her climax, but couldn’t get the words out from her breath as she leaned back and tossed her head back along, her cry ringing loudly throughout the air. He nails dug and broke flesh as something happened that he definitely did not expect. Her skin started to glow faintly like the moon, and the clouds that hid the celestial body split giving him a scene out of a dream. The sweat upon her skin glistened as with the glow, the exoticness of it was too much for him to take.

Slap, slap, SLAP! Three more hard thrusts rang out beneath her cry and Cilas body went numb besides the intense pleasure he felt around his member and groin, a large and loud moan escaping his lips as he released himself in her. His breath was lost again and his legs shook with such warmth and pain. He sat up and pulled her head down to kiss her lips, his one arm wrapping around her waist tightly holding her body close to his keeping his member pressed inside her as the last of his load was released. Their sweat lined bodies stuck together as he spun them around putting her onto the ground.

He broke the kiss for both of them to breath, pushing her tears aside with his thumb as he slowly removed his member from her, his hips convulsed a little as the head slid out from the change of pressure around it. His arms and legs were weak as he could barely keep himself up.

Iona had come completely undone. Cilas had opened her up to him, exposed all of her weaknesses and made her entirely defenseless. And he loved her, used her helplessness to show her—to prove to her that there was no need for any fear. It was like magic how he managed to make what she was so afraid of into something so beautiful. She loved how he made himself just as defenseless and put all of his trust in her just to help her heal. She loved how he used his strong body, those hands that could easily break, to touch her with such tenderness and love. Those hunters feared his power, the beast that she knew lay dormant, for she had seen the might of the dragon with her very eyes. But she knew another side of him, the one that made it easy to forget just how strong he truly was, how dangerous and deadly, and how easy it would be for him to kill twenty men. There was something poetic in that, how he has killed many and his race built such terrible fear into the hearts of men, yet he could not harm a single woman that’s more fragile than any man.

Every thrust caused her body to jerk, her muscles convulsing from some sort of aftershock. A whimper escaped her lips with each jolt, which eventually became less powerful until they vanished entirely. They continued. It took three more thrusts before Cilas pushed harder than ever, causing her to cry from pleasurable surprise. There was a pause, allowing her to catch her breath, and then another thrust just as strong. Her breaths were so loud as she breathed from her gaped lips, so much so that she almost didn’t notice how Cilas had lost his breath. His body was reacting the same as it had when he reached his first climax, so she assumed he was experiencing yet another one. Briefly, in the back of her mind, she feared what would become of it. She knew how life works, how it begins and is made, enough to know what the result of this night might be. However, the fog of lust quickly pushed the thought back until it no longer existed.

Cilas’ hand reached up and gently pulled her down as he met her halfway for a kiss. As his arm curled around her waist, keeping her on him, she suspected he had not made it fully through his orgasm. Her arms furled around his neck to keep herself against him as he flipped them over. The grass tickled her back once again, this time sticking to her sweaty skin when she was gently laid down. Their kiss was broken, and her eyes fluttered open to greet his own. His thump caressed her face and wiped away her tears she hadn’t realized still fell. Then, he slid himself out. She relished in the sensation as briefly as it lasted, silently wishing they could keep going. But this was her first time not being forced into it, and her body was not accustomed to being so active. Her muscles ached and trembled from exhaustion. She tried to move her legs, to press her knees together, but they had become so weak that she had no strength to keep them there. She instantly knew she would not be able to stand if she tried. And as she glanced over his limbs, she saw the slight trembling, and knew he was exhausted as well.

With a loving smile, she reached up tenderly run her fingers through his golden tresses, nails so softly sliding across his scalp. Time seemed to slow as the world around them no longer existed. Iona was lost in his eyes, wishing this moment would never end. There were no words to be spoken, for there were no words that could describe the perfection and beauty of what they had just done. She and Cilas had become one—she had given herself to him, trusted him with her body and heart and soul. Perhaps he did not fully understand what it meant—what she had meant by that promise. She was keeping her promise to herself, one she seemed to remember only by nature. Live for others, want for others, die for others, never for yourself. By giving herself to him, she was making a promise that she will forever live for him, want nothing aside from what he desires, and die for him alone. Her entire life was now in his hands.

Iona pulled him in for another soft kiss, then coaxed him to lie down beside her. The world around them gradually came back to her, a reminder of where they were, and embarrassment and worry crept in. They were at a lake, in the open air. Someone could walk by—they could be spotted! Her face turned red at the thought. She wouldn’t be able to stand being seen… not again. Her legs pulled together protectively with the memory of the hunters, her arms wrapping around Cilas as she buried her face into his strong chest to hide her shame. He was the only person she would allow to see her naked body. She was meant for his eyes only. They needed something to cover them. Even if they weren’t fully clothed, for she enjoyed their naked bodies pressed together too much. But they couldn’t remain so exposed for the eyes of strangers to see.

Reluctantly, she pulled away from his embrace to sit up. She focused on summoning the perfect item, one she had bought during her stay in Iria and now kept… somewhere. She was still not sure where they went when put away. A soft warm blanket of red fox fur appeared into her palms, folded neatly. It was unraveled and tossed over her and Cilas, legs wobbling and forcing her to lay back down from having to briefly stand on her knees. As she laid back down, one of her knees snaked its way between his legs just a little, her hands holding her against his chest while slowly and lovingly brushing his skin with feather-lightness along his strong back. His scent swallowed her whole. It was lulling as her exhausting came down on her like a giant wave, making her body heavy as stones. Her eyes fluttered closed with a satisfied hum that sounded almost like a sweet tune. “Cilas…” her voice faded as she gradually slipped into a wonderful dream. It was the most restful and comforting night she’d ever had, for she was finally in Cilas’ arms.

That beautiful smile, and those gorgeous sapphire eyes of her just dragged him into their timeless world. Only broken by the feel of her hands sliding through his hair, her fingers gently caressing his scalp. His eyes closed slowly at her gentle touch. It was soothing, as if everything around him was melting away…such bliss from a simple touch and he would be content with her doing so for hours. He opened his silver eyes again to greet hers and a smile appeared on his face as she pulled him down for another kiss.

She slowly lead him to lay down, and as soon as his back hit the soft damp grass the strength in his arms and legs completely faded away. It had been awhile for the dragon since he had been with a woman and his body easily told him that. He looked down at her as she cuddled close to him and saw her face gradually turn bright red shifting her legs about, before she buried it in his chest. He rubbed her side as he let out a small chuckle.

”Remembered where we were?” He teased her softly. He could careless if he was seen, also he doubted anyone would be nearby with how she cried out. He couldn’t help but to find her embarrassment adorable. She apparently couldn’t get over it as she sat up on her knees, he could easily spot the weakness in her legs as she summoned a fur lined blanket. Quickly she covered both of them. Her leg wrapped over his as he laid back down closer to him resting her head upon his chest. His arms had wrapped back around her and I did not take long before the waves of exhaustion hit her, his name softly said and her hand movement stopping as she faded to sleep.

He free hand moved up her side slowly, as he gazed down upon her with a small smile. It moved tracing her form before brushing her shoulder and into her hair, his fingers moving slowly through her strands. They were almost silken to touch. ”Goodnight my sweet Iona..” his words a sweet whisper as he kissed the top of her head, rotating his body into her own more. He just continued to play with his hair until slumber took over him as well.

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His eyes opened as the first rays of sun hit the couple. At first everything he thought had happened was some dream of his but those thoughts faded as his bare skin felt her own smooth perfect skin upon his. His vision came to focus and he saw that she was still sleeping. He didn’t want to wake her from her slumber. He reached out with his free arm and the cloak that she wore flew to it and he balled it up. Slowly and softly he snaked his way out from her placing the cloak under her head so that way it was on the hard ground. He adjusted her fox fur blanket over her and kissed her cheek.

Slowly he started to gather up their stuff, her dress was still wet from being in the lake so he restarted the fire they never used the night before and placed near the fire to dry off. He looked over at the waterfall, it was the best thing they could use to wash off from their night. So he took his clothing and cloak and made his way across to the falls.

A cool breeze swept over her, accompanied by a comfortable warmth and golden light. Blue eyes blinked open as they gradually became accustomed to the morning light. Her hands moved to stroke Cilas’ naked chest, but his body wasn’t there. Instead, her hand brushed through the soft grass. Slightly, her brow creased as she looked next to her. Indeed, Cilas was no longer laying there. Iona groaned quietly from disappointment and turned onto her back. The birds were singing, the clouds that covered the sky during the night had gone, and the rising sun replaced the full moon as the world awakened around her. With a little yawn, her arms reached as her back arched in a stretch to loosen herself, body still stiff from sleep. Then she sat up. Instantly she winced from the aching in her stomach and between her legs. It seemed her muscles were sore from using them so much. Perhaps she pushed her weak body a little too far.

Glancing around, she was once again reminded of where she was. Her face heated, and the fur blanket was lifted to hide her exposed torso. Where had Cilas gone? The fire was burning again, suggesting he had lit it. However, she did not see his clothes nearby. Her own dress was by the fire, perhaps laid out to dry. But still, Cilas was nowhere in sight. Did he leave to gather more wood? Or perhaps he was searching for something they could eat before continuing on their journey? With slight concern, she wrapped the blanket around herself the best she could and crawled over to her dress. Indeed, the dark fabric was dried, left carrying the scent of the freshwater that’d soaked it. Slender fingers brushed over the dress, searching for any wet spots at all. Once she couldn’t find any, she glanced around once more.

It was then that she finally spotted a figure standing in the waterfall. Fear struck her at first, the irrational part of her brain taking over for a heartbeat. It assumed the figure was a stranger. She knew they would have spotted her. Her face and ears steamed from embarrassment, but deep down she worried what might have been done to her during her sleep. The aching could be… She shook the thought away and looked closer at the figure. His frame was familiar, every niche of his skin she knew. Iona facepalmed. Of course it was Cilas! How foolish it was for her to jump to such ridiculous conclusions. He would never leave her alone like this, naked and defenseless in sleep. Even if no one else was around, he wouldn’t take any chances.

With a soft smile, she glanced back down at her dress. How thoughtful of him to lay it out to dry. It warmed her heart. But, she could not keep a thought from forming. Already she missed having him beside her, with his hands caressing her skin. Iona wasn’t quite ready to let the moment pass. Biting her lip with pink cheeks, she slowly unraveled the blanket until her naked flesh was exposed. She stood and approached the waters edge, arms crossed loosely around her chest in a non-genuine attempt at hiding herself. The cool breeze made her shiver, and the second she stepped into the water, another shiver caused little bumps to rise on her skin. Just as it had during the night, the clear liquid was silent as she walked through it, hardline rippling at all. As she walked up behind him, she slowly, tenderly snaked her hands around his back to his chest, pulling herself against his strong back, “May I join you?”

CIlas let the cold waters of the fall wash over him, any dirt or grass that stuck to his body in the middle of the night was washed away from the pressure of the water. He closed his eyes and looked up into the water as it crashed against his face. A smile was over his face as the wave of happiness washed over him. He had finally found someone that he could say had stolen his heart. He had been alive for so long, watching friends pass and women he craved abandon him but now he found one who gave everything to him. Her heart, her soul, her body, his hand reached up and grabbed a hold of the precious necklace. He made a silent promise to never take that which she gave him for granted. He loved Iona, actually loved her.

Unable to hear or feel what was going on around him he had not realized that she had sneaked up behind him until her hands moved along his back, around to his chest as she pulled herself against him her bosom pushing against his back. ”Forever and always,” he answered her he placed a hand over her own briefly before he spun in her arms to face her. He gazed upon those beautiful sapphire gems of hers, always feeling like he could get lost in them, before he leaned down and planted a kiss upon her ruby lips. His own hands traveled up her body helping the water clean her perfect skin, as his mouth parted hers to allow their tongues to dance.

The kiss wasn’t lustful, but loving and needing. They just stood beneath the falls making out as their hands helped the water clean their bodies. He broke the kiss and placed his forehead against hers and rocked their bodies slowly as he smiled looking again into her eyes. ”We should get ready to leave, though how I wish I could just be here for an eternity at this moment.” he told her before leading her out of the water and grabbed his stuff as they made their way back to the camp. She put her now dry dress back on as he put his tunic and pants on, tightening the buckle as he looked back. He walked over and kicked dirt onto the dying embers to extinguish them completely. They gathered their things and Cilas turned around to look at the scene. The night came back to him as he smiled again.

”Let us go forward, together.”

He then took her hand, his fingers interlocking with her own. He was thankful for stopping here as it allowed their relationship to bloom into something more as both gave their bodies to each other that night.