Chapter 49: Chapter 49
** Trigger Warning: This chapter contain details that are sexual in nature, which may not be suitable for all readers. Please make sure that you are above 18 years old when you read this.**
Langrion looked at Shia’s shaking form against the pale glow of the moonlight. He stroked her face that was wet from tears after crying her eyes out at the funeral pyre. He moved closer towards her and whispered, “Sleep well, Shia...”
He stood up to leave, but she clutched his hand gently with her long, beautiful fingers that were still cold from being outside for too long.
“Please don’t leave,” she breathed into him, “Stay here, Langrey... Don’t leave me...”
She did not need to say it. His heart and body would give in to her wishes anytime.
Perhaps sensing this, Shia moved slowly but deliberately towards him. She unclasped his mask, exposing his cursed eye. She caressed his cheeks with her lovely fingers, and lifting her face closer into his lips, she kissed him.
He stroked her beautiful, silver locks that tangled themselves in his hands as they kissed. She moved his soft lips upon him, teasing him, stirring heat into him. Without a thought, he gently slid his tongue into her parted mouth.
Shia began to moan a little as they kissed, their fingers exploring parts of their bodies that they had never dared to explore before. His hands started to wander around the tantalizing parts of her curves, feeling tentatively at first through her clothes, until passion had risen into his chest more and more. Slowly, he undressed her, and he began to lick and fondle at her bare skin with desire.
Shia began to moan beautifully against his ears. They felt like music to his soul. He trailed down her smooth, olive-colored skin with his lips, planting delicate kisses, stopping at the places where he could hear her give way to pleasure, lightly touching it further with his hands.
Every inch of her body felt soft and delicate that it felt positively mesmerizing to him. His encounters with Shia had always been like fire and wind- always wild, always ablaze, most of the time cold, calculating, distant, and a little cruel, so it was truly baffling for Langrion how she could hide such suppleness within her.
When he had finally slid his manhood into her, her fingernails dug at the skin of his back forcefully, and she held the tears that filled her eyes at the corner of her eyelids.
She whimpered a little, and he asked her, “Are you in pain?... Do you want me to stop here?...”
“No,” she said, “Just do it...”
She looked back at him with a glint of malevolence in her eyes, as if she was possessed by something far beyond what she could control. This was the Shia he knew – the Shia who never seemed to back down from anything.
He rocked her glorious body delicately back and forth, back and forth, until she started to let out gasps of pain and pleasure. Langrion could not control himself too. He started to moan with her, making a symphony of high and low notes.
Their pace picked up; their bodies danced into the dangerous, flickering flames of want, ignited by the need to finish towards an invisible race. She moved her body in tune with his as he thrusted the fullness of his manhood uncontrollably now into her most intimate part. They wriggled gracefully, then forcefully, and breathlessly until they had reached their breaking point.
He shuddered as he clasped her into a tight embrace, still smitten over the incredulous feeling of becoming one with her while her beautiful body turned frail from exhaustion.
While still fresh from the panting activity of making love, he whispered in her ears. “I love you... I had loved you from the very start...”
Perhaps she heard it, perhaps she didn’t. Shia did not open her eyes once again. After locating the sheets that had been tossed over as they made love, Langrion covered Shia’s body against the cold. He climbed in beside her, and embraced her as she slept. Being next to her like this was all he needed at that moment...
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Once the deed she had willingly participated in had been done, Shia opened her eyes in the middle of the night, remorseful and regretful of what had just taken place.
She did not regret giving herself for the first time to Langrion. She had wanted to be with no one else but him, and being with him tonight was good. What she regretted was the aftermath.
She heard him whisper the horrid words, “I love you...”
It was not that she did not love him. She loved him to the very core of her being, but where will that love bring them? It will only offer them nothing but doom at the end...
Shia could not fight her feelings anymore earlier. She had willingly succumbed to the desires of her soul when she took his hand and pleaded him to stay with her. Shia did not want to resist the invisible strings that pull her closer and closer to Langrion as she took in his enticing mouth in her hands and gave him a kiss.
His lips against hers were so strong, so compelling that she did not want to part away from them. He started to slide his tongue into hers, and it became even harder to halt what they were doing.
Their kiss quickly escalated into something else. Their hands and mouths began to wander around nervously to the different regions of the unknown, seeking, groping, licking, frolicking, desiring. The contours of Langrion’s body were as hard as a rock, perhaps even harder because of lust. There was a delirious energy that had started to possess Shia as she began to explore his visage with her fingers, slowly at first until it grew more and more.
As Langrion started to travel down her naked curves in the form of kisses, she let excited and pleasurable moans escape her lips. She could not control them; they just went out from her spontaneously, filling in the air with more passion and more and more cravings for the unfamiliar.
Once enough heat had piled up between them, Langrion glided his fully engorged vitality inside the once unexplored crevice of her body. It throbbed excitedly inside of her, and she gasped. The sudden slide had given her pain, and she could not resist burying her fingernails at Langrion’s bare and muscular back as she held to it like dear life for support. Tears had begun to foam at the corner of her eyes, and she bit the end of her lips to hide the sudden sting.
He looked back at her with worry filling his eyes. “Are you in pain?... Do you want me to stop here?...”
“No,” she whimpered against his ears. Shia felt his vitality began to swell more and more inside of her in suspended enthusiasm. It was already immense to begin with, but how can it still grow and vibrate more and more? The very fibers of her own womanhood trembled elatedly as well, and she could barely hang on to her own sanity.
“Just do it...” she said back to him, already wild with delirium.
He started to thump into her body back and forth, softy at first, sliding his hot and enlarged intimate part in and out of her. The rhythmic dance made her somewhat crazy and increasingly feverish as he moved. It was both agonizing and pleasurably exciting. She started to moan more and more in varying lengths and tones.
Perhaps feeling the same kind of emotions she was feeling, Langrion started to cry out in pleasure too. His face started to contort with desire as his animated member came in and out of her.
Shia tried to match his pace as his actions increased and intensified further. They were now nearing into the pinnacle of pleasure, and they never seem to get tired. The more they arch their bodies forward, the more delirious they feel, and the more they want to do it again and again.
Finally, when Shia felt she could not go on any further, she looked back at Langrey’s eyes just in time to see his final moment of ecstasy unfolding. Shia fell into his strong arms, all sweaty, breathless, and limp with bliss. He, however, was still full of energy. He clutched her newly flaccid body against his and whispered what she had dreaded to hear the most.
“I love you... I had loved you from the very start...”
She forced her eyes to close. She forced her eyes to remain shut and pretended like she did not hear him. If she pretended, perhaps all her feelings would go away too... Perhaps everything will fade like a dream.
Now, as Langrion slept beside her with his arm twirled against her waist in the middle of the night, she worried for their future. She worried what could happen if she wouldn’t be able to kill Sirion; she worried what could happen once the Ancient Evil claims Langrion’s body and the Demon King’s prophecy begins to unfold.
She started to fear that, like all the rest she had ever loved – her mother, her father, her siblings, her grandmother - the gods would take Langrion away from her too. Her body started to twitch nervously again, and Shia started to sob from this sick and wicked thought.
Just then, the Imperial Prince of Gascone stirred beside her. He stroked her trembling head like a baby.
“Don’t worry,” Langrion’s voice started to say, “don’t worry about anything, love... Everything will be alright... I’ll make sure to break the curse... I’ll make sure to stay by your side... always.”
As he said his final words, Langrion’s arms held her even tighter. He began to kiss her shoulders softly once again.
“Don’t worry, my Shia... Everything would be well... No one would be able to separate me from you... Not my curse, not even our fates... And certainly not the Devil....”
And once more, they locked lips and entered another phase of uncontrollable desires that would last until the rise of the early morning sun.