[R] The Once And Future Queen (Ellylon)

[NICHOLAS SANDROSE]

Nicholas groaned softly, hopelessly delighted by the feel of Queen Ellylon’s hand sliding through his hair. The slight pull of his curls, as they gripped and released her slender fingers, seemed to tug at every nerve in his body. “Oh! My Queen! My...Ellylon.” Nicholas murmured the name reverently, never having spoken it in her presence. She was still his queen. She would always be his queen. But now, she was also something more.

"You are already forgiven..."

Even after she’d kissed him, Nicholas still couldn’t believe that Ellylon would really forgive his betrayal. He doubted that he’d ever forgive himself. So when heard those words, his eyes watered with tears of gratitude. “Thank you,” he whispered. “I failed you once. And, now that I know how horrible it feels, I swear that I will never do it again.”

At that moment, it occurred to Nicholas that he should probably stop while he was still ahead. She’d kissed him, she’d forgiven his mistakes -- what more did he expect? He should get up and leave before he did something monumentally stupid. Which, given his history, would take approximately five minutes. But he was transfixed. The pull between them allowed no thought of departure. Every beat of Nicholas’s heart seemed to chant: closer, closer, closer. It would have taken Queen Ellylon’s best knights to drag him from her presence.

Their current positions, with her seated and him crouching, allowed little opportunity for the contact Nicholas craved. Taking the hand which rested against his cheek, he guided it to his mouth. Softly, he kissed each finger tip in turn, parting his lips slightly, so that his tongue could graze the sensitive flesh. Then he worked his way across her palm, and down to her wrist. He could feel her pulse beating as he kissed the spot where the blood flowed closest to the surface of her pale skin. Such an unbelievably private and intimate rhythm.

Finally, when there was no inch of skin left to lavish his affections on, Nicholas took Ellylon’s other hand and stood. Gently, he tugged her toward him. He needed to hold her in his arms, to feel her body pressed up against his. It wasn’t only desire which drove him forward -- although he certainly did desire her. But he also wanted to comfort, to soothe, to console. He couldn’t directly address the great sadness which Ellylon refused to speak about. Yet, maybe he could at least take her mind off of it for a little while.

[ELLYLON EN ERSEN]

She felt a shiver of delight as he groaned, obviously pleased at the feel of her hand in his hair. He called her his Ellylon and a slight smile curved her lips, it had a lovely sound to it coming from his lips. The queen looked almost content as she continued to stroke his hair, watching him speak. In all honesty, she'd even surprised herself a little for forgiving him so quickly. Perhaps if it'd been someone else, and if the situation had been a different one, she wouldn't have been so kind. She wasn't sure. It didn't matter.

Her mind reluctantly moved to all of the songs he'd written for her. Had they been little hints and nudges, urging her to see through them and discover his love for her? Too bad she'd been vain enough to believe that he was simply so kind to her in the songs because she was lovely and she was his queen. She may have had the comfort of his touch before this...

Ellylon almost wanted to cry, because she maybe have had him in time to enjoy a wonderful romance. But now they only had a few hours, if that. She was meeting Ealdun later in the human realm, and she would depart directly from there to tell Kyo what she'd done. The atra knight who'd gotten a hold of her name was unpredictable and unbelievably cruel. Ellylon had worn gloves for almost two weeks, hiding the stab wounds in each palm. She'd forgotten the exact details of how it happened, she just remembered that he'd stabbed through both of her palms and it had hurt immensly.

He brough her hand to his lips, giving his attention to each finger int time. Ellylon tensed, her breath leaving through her lips in a rush as she felt his tongue. Her body tensed, desire twisting in the pit of her stomach. A slight hint of colour saturated her cheeks, and the pale mounds of her breasts strained against her bodice as she sucked in a breath, feeling his tongue again.

She wanted to press her body to the length of his, feel him all along her. Ellylon wished she could make their clothes drop with a simple snap of his fingers. But fae magic sadly didn't work that way. As if he were reading her mind, Nicholas stood and pulled her up with him. She went into his arms without protest, without hesitation. They fit together oh so well, and her breathing picked up a little at the feel of his fim body pressed to hers. She'd tilted her head back in order to keep her eyes on his face, and her arms slipped up over his chest, his shoulders, to finally wind loosely around his neck.

[NICHOLAS SANDROSE]

Nicholas could hardly believe what was happening to him. This must be a dream. Soon, he would wake up alone, his body cold and aching with unfulfilled desire. But if this was a dream -- oh god, it was the best dream he’d ever had! Nicholas wanted to keep sleeping until the world grew old.

When Ellylon wrapped her arms around him, Nicholas nearly lost his balance. Her chest swelled with every breath she took, pressing her firm breasts against his body, and the thrill of it made him giddy. Nicholas wondered if she’d ever gotten this close to a mortal before. He wondered if she understood the longing she aroused in them -- some primal memory of things they once worshipped as gods. It was almost too much to bear.

Cupping Ellylon’s face in his hands, Nicholas brought his mouth back to hers. “Since ever and ever the world began,” he whispered between kisses. He knew she liked poems about her kind. And now, when none of his own words seemed capable of expressing the emotions exploding inside of him, he decided to resort to someone else’s. “They have danced like a river of flame.”

Slowly, Nicholas slid one of his hands into Ellylon’s hair, tracing the outline of her ear. He adored the way it came to a slender point. Was there no part of this woman which wasn’t graceful and regal? “They have sung their song through the centuries long.” While his finger lingered on Ellylon’s ear, Nicholas’s kisses began to stray down her throat. His breath was coming faster now, making his voice sound increasingly husky. “And yet it is never the same.”

“And though you be foolish or though you be wise...” The hand which wasn’t occupied with Ellylon’s ear slipped down to her back. Impatiently, Nicholas began to tug at the laces holding her gown on. He couldn’t believe his own boldness. What was he thinking? Undressing a fae queen in her parlor, as if he planned on fucking her up against a wall? Ellylon had every right to slap him and tell him to keep his mortal hands to himself. But if she didn’t, there was no way Nicholas could stop. He’d wanted this for too long. “With hair of silver or gold...”

Under the siege of his persistent efforts, the gown’s fastenings loosened, although they didn’t completely give way. But the bodice relaxed its grip, and Ellylon’s next breath lifted her breasts from the confines they’d been straining against. Breath caught in Nicholas’s throat. He nearly choked as he stared at the two perfect mounds of flesh, which mortal eyes were not meant to see. Tenderly, as if they the most fragile of eggshells, Nicholas cupped them in his hands, grazing the nipple of one with the tip of his thumb. His eyes were nearly black with desire as he whispered the poem’s final line.

“You could never be as young as the fairies are. And never as old.”

(OCC note – poem is by Rose Fyleman.)

[ELLYLON EN ERSEN]

If one would have ever wished to see a Faerie queen swooning, now was the chance for such a sight. As Nicholas began reciting the words of one of her favourite poems about her kind, her breath left her lungs in a delighter 'humm'. His kisses were nearly making her head spin, and she half closed her eyes, her gaze going slightly unfocused as if she were under a spell. And in a way she was, his words and his touches in combination with the desire pulsing in her...This was also a sort of spell. Nicholas had no magic, yet he'd managed to nearly entrance a Faerie queen!

Her head tilted to the side as his lips trailed over he neck, giving him room to give proper attention to the soft, pale skin. A soft gasp left her lips, her neck being one of the most sensitive places on her body for one to kiss. Ellylon nearly went weak in the knees, and she was glad to be holding on to the strong frame of his shoulders.

She gave a slight shiver at the feel of his hand in her hair, tracing her ear. Gods, how did the man know just how to touch her?! Had this been their third or fourth such encounter, Ellylon would have expected him to know what she liked and did not like, but this was the first time he was touching her in such a way. Either Nicholas was just that skilled, or they were made for one another.

The sound of his breath going faster, the warm air brushing over the sensitive skin of her neck, almost made her moan. Her heart was beating in her chest, picking up speed. The air aorund them was thick with desire, so much so that Ellylon felt that if she were to lift her arm, she'd have as much diffuclty moving it as if they were underwater. She wanted him. Gods, she wanted him!

As he boldly reached back and started unlacing her dress, Ellylon's chest started rising and falling all that much quicker. She wanted him in her bed, wanted to feel his hot skin pressed to hers. In that moment nothing else mattered. Oh yes, this could most definitely develop into love. But her mind would linger on that later, right now it was difficult enough to keep her mind from going blank. She exhaled, then quickly inhaled. A soft gasp left her lips as she felt rather than saw her breasts slip out of the dress. His gaze was on her, and she could almost feel it like an actual touch. Not long after she thought it, Nicholas reached up to cup the mounds of flesh. His thumb flicked one of the sensitive nipples and she finally let it loose, one nearly desperate moan.

[NICHOLAS SANDROSE]

When Ellylon moaned, Nicholas’s teeth snapped together, as if the sound was something he could capture and devour. The noises she made were so delicious, sending shudders of arousal through his body. But they weren’t nearly enough to satiate his growing hunger. He wanted more, he wanted louder, he wanted them to fill the air. He would not hurt her -- no, no he would never hurt his precious queen. But he would make her squeal, and gasp, and pant until all memory of sadness was temporarily banished.

Ellylon’s lips had grown so flushed with lovely color; Nicholas could no longer resist their lure. Again, his mouth sought them out, and this time his tongue slid along their smoothness, searching for entrance. The moment that they parted, he would push inside. At the same time, Nicholas began to squeeze one of Ellylon’s breasts, while his thumb continued teasing the nipple of the other.

Gradually, it began to dawn on Nicholas that he was in control. Ellylon had not resisted any of his advances. Nor had she given him any orders. Instead, she responded eagerly to the things he did, and waited breathlessly for what came next. Perhaps it was nice for a queen to have times when she didn’t need to be in charge. Times when she could just relax and enjoy. Nicholas certainly intended to make sure that she enjoyed. But the realization also brought a touch of mischief with it. She had made him wait for years. Unintentionally, yes, but she had made him wait until he got down on his knees and begged. Could he make her wait a little? Could he make the queen of the fae beg?

No longer satisfied with simply caressing Ellylon’s breasts, Nicholas longed to taste them. Unfortunately, because Ellylon was so petite, it would be awkward to do so in their current position. Nicholas’s eyes scanned the parlor for options. He could carry her into the bedroom, if he had any idea where that was. Several doors led from the parlor, and Nicholas knew he wouldn’t have the patience to try more than one of them -- and it certainly wouldn’t be proper to make love to his queen in a broom closet. No, he needed a better option. And when he saw the vanity table pushed up against one wall, he knew he’d found it.

Reluctantly pulling back from Ellylon, Nicholas touched her arm, and guided her over to the vanity table. By now, he trusted that she would follow him. Then Nicholas removed his jacket. Unhooking the heart-shaped broach he’d been wearing, he teased one of her erect nipples with its cool metal, before lifting the broach to his lips and kissing it. “My heart,” he vowed. “Yours. Forever.”

Nicholas set the broach aside. It belonged to her now. Then, he folded his jacket into a sort of cushion and placed it on the vanity table. He was almost shaking with need. But his hands remained steady as he caught Ellylon by the hips and lifted her onto the vanity table, so that she was sitting on his folded jacket. Now her breasts were the perfect height! Nicholas wasted no time before pressing his mouth to one, circling the nipple with his tongue and sucking at it.

[ELLYLON EN ERSEN]

Moments after the moan had left her lips, Ellylon felt the bard's lips on hers once more. She returned the kiss instantly, and when his tongue asked for entrance, she willingly parted her lips for him. She wanted to taste him, to feel him on the outside and on the inside. Ellylon couldn't recall having ever felt such a strong pull for someone. But she would dwell on it later, because if she survived the encounter with her 'owner', she would have to deal with all of these thoughts. Ellylon did not like to ignore matters, and leave them unconsidered or unsolved. She would put things on the table at some point or another, sometimes later rather than sooner. But she thought that this was better than never dealing with some issues in the first place.

The moment his tongue slipped into her mouth, he felt the movements of his hands on her breasts. Another moan left her lips, twin to the one from before, though this time it was nearly lost between the press of their lips. Her kiss suddenly became stronger, and she stepped close to him.

She watched him with almost dazed eyes as she scanned the parlour. What was he searching for? While he was somewhat distracted, Ellylon reached up her hands and slipped them over the front of his jacket, feeling the heat of his skin radiate through the double layer of cloth. The queen nearly placed her hand just above his heart, tempted to feel the tempo of his heartbeat, curious to feel just how she was affecting him.

However before she could go through with the action, Nicholas took her arm and she went with him, curious to see what pleasures he’d planned for her next. Hw lead her over to the vanity table, and she nearly felt herself shiver with anticipation, image after sensual image filling her mind’s eye. Ellylon nearly moaned aloud at the mere thought of it, and she felt her cheeks warm for seeming almost so easy to please. That particular thought almost instantly slipped from her mind as Nicholas removed his jacket, then detached the brooch that must have been pinned to it. Ellylon bit her lip and released a pleased shudder when he touched the brooch to her nipple.

‘My heart,’ Her eyes focused on his face, on his lips as he spoke, ‘Yours. Forever.’ He placed the brooch aside, and her eyes reluctantly followed it, threatening to well with tears. Her gaze lingered on it, and she didn’t notice as he folded the jacked on the vanity table. Ellylon’s attention snapped back to him when she felt his hands on her hips, and she gasped as he lifted her onto the table. She was given no time to recover, and she suddenly felt Nicholas’ mouth on one of her breasts. A long moan pressed from her lips, and she tilted her head back, pressing her chest closer to his mouth. “Nicholas…” The name was a whisper, and she meant it as both an encouragement and as a form of begging. The pleasure he was giving her was incredible, but she wanted to feel more, needed to feel more.

[NICHOLAS SANDROSE]

While he kissed Ellylon’s breasts, Nicholas’s hands moved to her back, resuming their struggle against the laces holding on her gown. And this time, they achieved complete victory. With a soft rustle, the deep blue fabric released her torso, sliding down into a limp heap around her waist. A guttural cry of desire leapt from Nicholas’s throat when he saw even more of her lovely flesh. His heart was beating like a hammer, banging against his ribs with crushing force, and he couldn’t stand for any barriers to remain between them. “Lift your hips,” Nicholas growled. When Ellylon obeyed, he gripped the gown with both hands, tearing it from her body.

And then she sat naked before him, perfect as a china doll brought to life. Desire burned hot inside Nicholas. Part of him wanted to unsnap his pants and take Ellylon without waiting another instant. But another part of him -- a much stronger part -- didn’t want to waste this moment. They would never have another first time. They shouldn’t rush through it like a pair of rutting weasels.

Reaching into Ellylon’s hair, Nicholas released it from the twist. Immediately, curls cascaded down the sides of her face, and then broke against her sharp shoulders like golden foam. Nicholas could almost swear that some of the strands were moving on their own. Snaking around his wrist, they caressed his flesh, teasing it with a feathery touch. But maybe it was only his imagination. Maybe they were only reacting to the energy which seemed to crackle in the air around Ellylon.

She was just...amazing. Nicholas felt selfish for being the only one to see her like this. Catching Ellylon’s chin between his fingers, Nicholas turned her face toward the vanity mirror. “Look at yourself,” he urged, admiring both the woman and the reflection. Ellylon’s nipples glistened in the parlor light, still wet from the caress of his tongue. Together, they crowned her pale breasts like two tiny rose buds poking up through winter snow. Nicholas couldn’t look at them without surrendering to desire. Keeping Ellylon’s gaze fixed on the mirror, Nicholas made her watch as he circled one nipple with his finger. “You’re so beautiful.”

Leaving her breast, Nicholas’s fingers slid lower, trailing across Ellylon’s tight stomach. “Every song I ever wrote, every heroine I ever described...every time I mentioned lips like rose quartz, skin like moonlight, hair like strands of spun gold...that was you. It was always you.”

Finally releasing Ellylon’s chin, Nicholas unbuttoned his own shirt, and pulled it off. Unceremoniously, the garment dropped to the floor. Then he took Ellylon’s hand and gently placed it on his chest, inviting her to explore him as he’d explored her.

[ELLYLON EN ERSEN]

Titles meant nothing, they were not queen and bard, not fae and mortal, but a man and a woman. Ellylon obeyed without complaint, lifting her hips almost instantly. A soft gasp left her lips when the dress was torn from her, leaving her bare before him. She shivered slightly, his gaze so intense that it felt as if were physical touch. She knew she couldn't wait for much longer, her desire was building and building, with every minute that passed she wanted him more.

He undid her hair, and she could feel each seperate strand caress over her skin. She was starting to ache, needing to feel his touch everywhere at once. His words were beautiful, she had always loved the way he said things, the way he spoke. Startling blue eyes looked at her own reflection, but almost instantly slid to the man standing with her. Her heart fluttered slightly, and the desire in her stomach did another twist, sending a flurry of sensations through her.

Her mind locked onto something that he said. Those songs had been about her? Ellylon remembered sitting there, crying on the inside, from loneliness, or perhaps jealousy. She had always wished that someone could compose such pretty words just for her. Yet the songs had been hers all along...

He released her chin, and she turned to look at him, rather than his reflection. The songs had been for her. That knowledge brough her unbelievable joy, brought into evidence by the return of light in her eyes. Perhaps it was momentary, but she felt alive again if only for now. She needed no encouragement, once he placed her hand on his chest, her other hand followed. Ellylon used her legs to pull him closer, as her open palms slid over his chest and ribcage. They moved back up again, and her thumbs flicked over his nipples. She loved the feel of his skin, and her arms slipped up around his neck so she could press her breasts to him. Ellylon shuddered. She needed to feel more!

The queen pulled away and her hands almost instantly went to the fastenings of his pants.

[NICHOLAS SANDROSE]

Nicholas shuddered as Ellylon slid her hands across his bare chest. Every brush of her fingers sent bursts of pleasure pulsing through his nerves. He could hardly survive it -- but he never wanted it to end. And when she scooted closer, wrapping her arms around his neck, Nicholas gasped in delight. Her breasts were so soft and cool against his burning skin. For a second, Nicholas’s eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible beneath trembling eyelashes. “So many times,” he groaned. “I dreamed about this so many times. But you’re so much better than I ever dreamed you could be.”

The tightness in Nicholas’s pants had become nearly unbearable when he felt Ellylon unfastening them. Reluctantly drawing back from her, Nicholas yanked off his boots. Then he removed his trousers. Without even clothes to remind them of their previous roles, they faced each other, panting and aroused. A man and a woman who desired each other. A man and a woman who both knew what was coming next.

Taking hold of Ellylon’s hips, Nicholas lifted her off the vanity table. She felt so light in his grip -- even lighter than he would have expected from her small frame. Was this part of her magic? Or was he being given unnatural strength by the adrenalin flooding through his veins? Whatever the reason, he had no trouble supporting her weight. Nicholas’s breath grew faster as he drew Ellylon against his body. She could wrap her arms and legs around him, if she wanted greater stability, but he was still supporting her. She rose and fell at his whim.

Gently, Nicholas lowered Ellylon, until the tip of his manhood pressed against her opening. He wanted her so badly, wanted to thrust deep into her warmth. But Ellylon was petite, and in certain areas, Nicholas was...not. He couldn’t risk hurting his beloved queen. She trusted him; he was her protector now. He refused to intentionally cause her any discomfort.

Careful not to rush Ellylon, Nicholas eased her down, until he was about an inch of the way in. Then he gave her a moment to adjust. The slowness was pure torture, stimulating his senses to the point of madness. He could hear her breath, gusting past his ear like hurricane wind, and every move she made rubbed her flesh against his most sensitive spot. For an instant, Nicholas nearly lost control. Burying his face in her soft hair, he snarled like a feral animal. But he didn’t surrender to hunger. Instead, he lowered Ellylon down another inch, and again gave her a moment to adjust. And again. And again. Until, finally, he was fully inside of her.

God, it felt so good! She felt so good, so tight and hot around him. The incredible closeness made their hearts beat in unison, two rhythms becoming one, and they couldn’t even blink without stimulating each other. For a second, Nicholas held onto it -- this final moment before conscious thought melted away. Then he nudged Ellylon’s face with his own, tilting it upward. He wanted to look into her eyes. He wanted to make sure she was alright before he pushed things further.

[ELLYLON EN ERSEN]

It had been so long, Ellylon had almost forgotten how good this felt. Nicholas was certainly better than some of her past lovers, and she'd be sure to tell him of it, later. Now she would simply focus on the feel of his bare skin on her own. She felt as if she could climax just due to the feel of him alone, her body ached quite pleasantly wherever he toched. Ellylon wanted to let go, tilt her head back and scream.

He picked her up from the vanity table and her arms and legs wrapped around him instinctively. Ellylon moaned at the additional skin-to-skin contact, pressing her lips to the side of his neck. Nicholas lifted her a little more and she could feel him press against her. She wanted to jerk her body down and take him in all at once, wanted to sate the need deep inside of her. But she kept still, pressing her forehead to his shoulder, her fingers pressing against his upper back. She moaned for every inch she felt being pushed into her, and she felt her self control slipping.

Then suddenly he filled her completely and she felt his face nudge hers, making her look at him. Ellylon's every barrier had dropped. Her expression visibly displayed the lust and adoration she felt for him. Crystal blue eyes held a mix of pleading and demand. Her lips were parted, and her chest rose and fell against his with each of her quick breaths. Ellylon strained up and gave him a quick hot kiss before bringing her lips to his ear,

"Move..."

She was aware of the delicate air around her, knew that the majority of people she came into contact with believed her to be frail, breakable. Sometimes she used that assumption to her advantage, however in the bedroom Ellylon liked to let it be known that she would not break. She adored gentle love making on the occasion, but right now she needed Nicholas, urgently. Her body burned and ached for him. Before he coudl react, Ellylon used her arms to raise herself up a little, and then lower herself back down.