Terran Times 18 - Emerald Envisage (8 page)

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Arrden thickened the moss bed beneath her figure. “I ask again, sweet wood nymph, is that a challenge?” Her hesitation a risk he feared, he reclaimed her mouth in hungry passion. He slid his free hand under the strap of her sundress and paused while his thumb rubbed her soft skin. Pushing his tongue inside of her mouth, he beckoned her into a torrid, yet languorous, oral duel while he shifted his body and covered her supple figure.

* * * *

Pinned on her back, Lysette pushed against him and broke their oral embrace. “I can’t do this.”

He held his ground. “Why not?”

Breathless from his heavenly assault, she wanted more, but continued to push against his chest. She swallowed hard. No muscle in his body budged even a mere fraction. “I don’t know you.”

He held her gaze. “Oh yes you do, my sweet. Give me your name and I’ll give you mine.”

“Even if I did, such doesn’t mean we know each other.”

“Twenty years ago you were a redheaded waif. Now you are a delightful and sensual woman. Your name, please.”

Lysette couldn’t break free of his gaze. “I’ve been a redhead since my birth.”

“Cease evasion,” he growled. “Your name, wood nymph.
Now
.”

The deep-throated sound caressed her like a piece of raw silk. She shivered. “Lysette.”

* * * *

“As beautiful as I thought.” Arrden lowered his head and grazed the tip of his nose from the swell of her breast, over her chest and up her throat to her lips where his tongue delivered a slow sensual stroke across the lush red entrance. The desire to kiss her again was strong, but he pulled back and gazed down at her lovely face, believing patience was more prudent. “We met twenty years ago.”

She shuddered. “We did?”

“Mmhmm.” His intent to seduce, he whispered, “Yes, little one. Twenty years ago you stood in my domain and sought a favor. When I asked what you would give me if I granted your requests, you agreed to anything in exchange for my protection from the wolves.” He smirked as realization crept across her lovely face.

* * * *

Gooseflesh scattered over her entire body and heat pooled in her lower belly. The memory of the clump of leaves poured over her in a rush and the very same moss green eyes Lysette gazed into at this moment captivated her soul. “Those eyes…” His nod slow, his smile wry, she stared. “I was a
child
.”

“And now you’re a beautiful woman. I ask you to let me make love with you and pleasure you as no man ever has before.”

Stunned, she gaped. “You expect a terrified child’s word to stand all these years later?”

He grimaced. “No. What I expect is the woman in my arms to make a decision. I merely pointed out our previous meeting.”

Impossible to deny how good his body felt against her or that his handsomeness alone aroused her like nothing before, she bartered for time in hopes of an escape. “Only if you give me your name.”

“Fair enough. I am the living breathing forest. I am the forest lord, Arrden. It is my job to protect the wooded realm you stand in and I can never leave it. You are perfectly safe from me outside of the woods.”

Lysette shifted, but the fact his attention remained keen to her every action assured her escape was impossible. “I’m in a fairy tale.” She studied him. As of this point, the man did her no harm and his interest fascinated her. The earthen scent coaxed her to wiggle her body against him. “Do you agree to stop when I say? Oh
,
and no pain.”

Arrden rubbed her cheek with his. “I will stop at your command and there is no pleasure in pain for one as lovely as you.” He sat up, eased her slippers from her feet and proffered his palm. “Stand while I admire you.”

“Are you so sure you’ll like what you see?”

“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be pursuing you here and now.” He wiggled his fingertips. “Please?”

Lysette accepted his offer and stood. Apprehensive, she struggled to keep her breaths even, but lost the battle. “No one ever did this before.”

Arrden came to his feet. “No one ever realized how beautiful you are.”

“This is making me nervous.”

* * * *

“Close your eyes and feel what I do, sweet wood nymph.” His every touch reverent, Arrden slid his hands under the straps of her sundress, eased the bands of material from her shoulders and admired the silken smoothness of her flesh while his palms glided to rest on her waist. Ever so gentle, he gathered the fabric and tugged the garment down her body. He smiled when it pooled at her feet and no longer shielded her from his gaze. “So beautiful.”

Lysette shivered. “Arrden—”

He pressed a gentle forefinger over her lips. “Hush and trust me, Lysette.” He eyed the front clasp of her bra, ascertained its operation and released its grip. Careful in his movements, he eased her full bosoms free of the confining contraption and cupped the supple mounds. The undergarment hit the ground. Large pink areolas boasted perky nipples, which demanded his attention. His kiss on the hardened peak an enticement, he encircled the pebbled bud with his lips.

“Oh god.” She gasped and clutched his shoulders.

His gentle sucks turned into long hard draws. The innate rock of her hips against his elicited a deep growl while his hands become more firm in fondling her luscious breasts. When his mouth withdrew and left her nipple, she whimpered her objection until he latched onto the other peak with a fierce hunger. Arrden released the teased bud with a soft pop. “Shall I stop?”

Lysette fisted his hair. “No! Please no.”

His caress adoration, Arrden knelt as he scattered light kisses down her belly where his fingers hooked the waistband of her panties and guided the cotton undergarment down her sexy legs. Their gazes unbroken, he slipped the panties off, then rose to her side, placed an arm behind her shoulders and coaxed her down onto the bed of moss. “Lay down,” he said gently and, with his side toward her
,
yanked off his boots and shucked his pants. “How many men have ever pleased you, Lysette?” Enticed by her blush, he stretched out beside her, captured her chin between his thumb and forefinger and compelled her to meet his gaze. “Tell me.”

“None I call memorable.” She blushed and lowered her gaze.

“I want to exceed any expectation you ever imagined
,
” he said as his tongue lapped at her lips. He teased her lips until she whimpered. Pleased with her responsiveness, he claimed her open mouth and locked it in a sultry kiss of intense passion. Unhurried, he plunged his tongue deep and savored her sweetness. A moan escaped her and she trembled. He swallowed that delicious utterance and cupped her ample bosom again. The rub of his thumb over the protruding nipple teased while his body covered more of her perfect figure.

Lysette pushed into his palm in an insistent demand for his touch. She moaned again and begged for more. Her leg bent and the inside of her thigh caressed the outside of his hip.

Arrden wanted to taste her, to sample every delightful curve and valley, to merge with her as a lover. Breaking their oral embrace, he unleashed an amused chuckle at her whined desperate objection. He then leaned into her and began to nip and kiss a heated path down her throat to the valley of her bountiful cleavage. A luscious bud peeked up and he slid his tongue over the teasing peak. With a groan, he latched on and sucked with hungered desire. Each caress of the tight nipple over his tongue accompanied her soft
,
feminine mewl of wanton need and another possessive growl.

She clutched his hair and held him close. “Don’t stop,” she rasped. “I’m begging, please.”

He released her pink peak and smiled tenderly into her flushed face. “I won’t, my sweet.” He kissed the curve of her supple mound and nibbled his way down her scrumptious body until he lay nestled between her heavenly thighs. His gaze settled on the silken nest of downy red hair while his expert fingers opened her to his view. Her satin folds glistened in the dappled rays of the overhead sun. Ravenous for the honeyed cream the delight before him promised, he lapped her tender clit with his tongue. Tantalized by her delectable flavor, he trailed the tip of his tongue the length of her shimmering slit.

* * * *

The slide of his leg between hers danced shivers along her spine and his immanent possession promised a fulfillment she long craved. Fire pooled in her lower belly and ignited into an inferno, which spread through her body and threatened to burn her to ash. Lysette wove her fingers through his hair and shuddered as the heat of his mouth assailed her most intimate core. She thrust her hips into his caress and screamed her release as his tongue plunged into her silken passage. Every lick and stroke surged fire pulses through her very soul. “Arrden!” The next utterance of his name began in a whimper and ended in a surge of ecstasy.

* * * *

Arrden tightened his hold on her hips and delved deep inside her velvet pussy in search of her sweet nectar. The wildness of her orgasm forced him to confine her until he collected his fill. Even then, he didn’t relent. “Just once more, Lysette. Maybe twice, my delectable little wood nymph.” He lowered his head and twice more enjoyed her. Every quiver of her figure a compliment, he nipped and kissed a path up her curvaceous body. Her lack of strength consent to the nestle of his hips between her spread thighs, he poised the crown of his veined hardness at the heated entrance of her wanton body.

She slid her hands to his shoulders, down his sides and cupped his backside. “I’m no innocent school girl, Arrden.” She dug her nails into his buttocks and pulled, urging him to take her.

“I want to take you slow, to feel every silken caress of your hot satin sheath on my shaft, to claim you in this manner will be exquisite pleasure for both of us.” The seductive and deliberate slide of the head of his thick length inside her body pushed them both to the brink. Inch-by-inch his rigid erection penetrated her slick tunnel until her sharp intake of breath garnered his attention. He started to retract, but the insistent clamp of her muscles held him snug.

“No.” She grabbed his hips and shook her head. “Don’t take it away, Arrden.”

He froze at the tears in the corners of her eyes. “I’m not stopping, but I have no desire to hurt you either.”

“You won’t.” She tugged at his hips as if in fear of the hollowness his absence might create inside of her. “But if you leave me like this you will.”

With his body lowered to rest on her perfect figure, he kissed the tears from her temples. “I’m not going anywhere. Not until you tell me to.” He claimed her mouth in a passionate embrace as his body continued its languorous possession of her satin sheath until he bordered on her limit. Unable to contain his urges any longer, he withdrew and sank deep inside her velvet pussy with a savage rhythm. His strokes dynamic, his thrusts hard, he milked her, caressed her and plummeted them both into euphoria while her climax slicked his cock and his seed filled her.

Lysette pressed her forehead against his chest and sucked air into her lungs. “I can’t believe I laid here in the middle of the woods and enjoyed sex with a stranger.”

His chuckle warm, Arrden propped up on his forearms beside her shoulders. “I can.” Her stunned expression perfect, he stole a brief, but intense and passionate kiss. He broke their oral embrace and, expectant, eyed the precious beauty.

“You
… you just—”

“Made love to the most amazing woman I ever encountered in over eight centuries and I enjoyed every delicious second of our time together.”

Lysette stared. “In
what
?”

“Eight centuries.” Arrden winked. “You didn’t think I was some young thing, did you?”

“Well, you look in your…early thirties at best.”

“Thank you. And you’re starting the climb toward your sexual peak.”

Lysette opened and shut her mouth three times before she recovered her wits. “How do you know?”

“You’re body is an incredible work of art and deserves to be ravished on a daily basis. I’d be very happy to do the honors if you enter the woods when you desire a lover.” Arrden pushed his rigid hardness deeper and adored her wide-eyed gasp. “Something wrong?”

“I thought once was all you wanted?”

“Oh no.” He nipped her shoulder and welcomed her squirm. “Anything as delicious as you must be sampled again and savored a third time.” And that’s exactly what he did for a few more hours.

Several weeks passed and Arrden eagerly welcomed her daily visits to his realm and her eventual capture of his heart. Whether he explored her body in lovemaking, shared with her the wonders of the forest or simply held her as the nearby waterfall cascaded into the bathing pool they often enjoyed a swim in, he loved her. He often groped her backside for he appreciated the jiggle of her flesh.

The weeks turned into months and he disliked the way her color drained while her every trip to visit him seemed to wear her down. Worried by her second missed visit, he paced along the edge of the forest. When she finally appeared, his heart leapt. Careful with her, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight against his body. “You have the most beautiful smile.” He narrowed his eyes when her happy expression dimmed. “What troubles, my wood nymph?”