Sweet Dreams

Finally…

Eliaj almost sighed with relief as she examined her outfit in the mirror. It was frustrating putting together a good date outfit from what was left of her clothing after the Inquisition incursion followed by Henri’s raiding for things to sell. She thought she did okay though – a light cream off-the-shoulder blouse draped across her toned copper shoulders in a playful way, a leather tie cinching around them. She tucked it into a high-waisted, airy skirt in a pastel green with light brown and yellow flowers dancing up and down it. She was lucky she had seen the skirt at the Old Windmill in Henri’s pile, it was one of her favorites – soft and feminine and easy to move in. She tied a pink sash where the blouse and skirt met and gave a spin. It would do as a date outfit. At least I have no reason to wear my armor or bring my rapier on this date. She did have her moonstone arcane focus tied around her neck, though. You never knew when you’d need a little magic.

She had decided to wear her long red hair down for the date – something she hadn’t done much while fighting the Inquisition. It fell down to the small of her back in soft, ginger waves, catching in the light of the sun – the glorious, not smoke-choked sun – streaming through her window.

After the defeat of the Vampire Lord and the Inquisition, Eliaj and Colin had seemingly been unable to find a good time for their promised date for quite a while. Things were busy for a hero and the bakery was helping feed many of the people returning to Heartsong. The two would see each other daily but would only get a word or a smile to each other before being swept away. It took Eliaj sneaking off to talk to Colin’s father (with only minimal blushing and stammering) to secure the time. Needless to say, the tension had been building for her. The heat throughout her body was palpable. Be cool… she reminded herself. Colin was so sweet and innocent – she didn’t want to scare him by jumping him immediately. They were going to have a nice picnic and get to know each other. If they liked each other after that, maybe some kissing. She had to wonder if he had even been with anyone before. That thought led to thoughts of their conversation at the Old Windmill. “I’m good at massages….my strong forearms….” the phrases of the night floated into her head, hazing over her bright green eyes with lust.

“No!” she chided herself after a moment, feeling the heat sink lower. But damn, those were some good forearms. She could feel Calibri buzzing around her in hummingbird form, his normal sassiness tempered with shyness from the thoughts. “Let’s go” she said, reaching out a finger to let him land and nuzzling his little beak with her nose.

Colin had promised to plan everything but she had still brought a bottle of La Fey Verde with her. She wasn’t sure she wanted to actually drink it on this date but it felt wrong to show up empty handed. As she approached the bakery, she saw him standing outside, shuffling slightly from foot to foot and staring at the large basket held in his hands. Their eyes met and he waved to her, arm overhead. The movement lifted his tan shirt so some of his stomach showed. The soft skin and round tummy peeking out sent her into a tizzy. She felt the familiar ache in her lower stomach and had to take a deep breath to fight it back. She would not be that person.

She smiled at him instead, rushing to close the distance. The smile he returned was bright and sweet and she felt her heartbeat quicken with affection – at least it wasn’t lust. She admired the view of all 6’7” of him, appreciating the little touches she noticed of him elevating his normal look. She never minded seeing him covered in flour but there didn’t seem to be a speck of it on him. His tan shirt fit nicely over his broad shoulders, the ties at the opening of the collar hinting at the soft, yet strong, chest underneath. His pants were simple brown linen, rolled slightly up to help mitigate the warmth of the early summer afternoon. He had obviously attempted to comb his blond hair into something neat and tidy but Eliaj could see it starting to look tousled again with the rising humidity. She hoped it did – she loved his hair looking a little wild as he ran around the bakery.

“Wow…” he said, a noticeable blush creeping up his cheeks as he studied her as well, “You look… great.”

“So do you,” she replied, giving what she hoped was a disarming smile. She felt some heat in her cheeks as well but, luckily, her skin didn’t show it as easily as his. “Thanks for preparing everything! Want me to carry anything?” She reached her hand out to see if she could take the basket.

Either her smile or her question seemed to break him out of his nervousness and he shook his head more confidently. “No, I got it.” He reached toward her hand and looped her arm with his. Now it was her turn to get nervous. He smiled and they moved forward, though, their steps slowly equaling out to become in sync.

Colin had picked the perfect picnic spot – a clearing in the woods that had just enough shade. Dappled sunlight danced throughout, allowing wildflowers to pop up. Calibri rushed off to inspect the ones in bloom, forgetting the couple as they busied themselves with setting the picnic up. Eliaj had to admit – Colin had also packed the perfect picnic. The basket held a soft but thick (much like the man himself) blue and tan checkered blanket. There was a fresh baked loaf of bread and some pastries that he confirmed he had made himself. There were some cheeses, dried fruit, nuts, and a beautiful array of flowers. He sheepishly handed the flowers to her as he pulled them out of the basket.

“Sorry…I meant to give these to you first thing…” he said, looking to the side, nervously, “You…you just looked so beautiful…now they’re a bit crushed and wilted…”

“Thank you…” she said, honestly touched. “And it’s fine – they’re beautiful! I love them! Plus -” She weaved her fingers around them, using Prestidigitation to plump them up again.

“Wow” he sighed, blinking in awe, “You’re….you’re incredible!”

Eliaj blushed for real at the compliment, assuring him it was nothing. She took a cloth and wet it from her water skin, wrapping it around the stems and setting it down on the blanket, getting settled herself. He sat across from her, busying himself with setting things out nicely to hide his own blush.

He pulled out a bottle of strawberry wine and two small cups, clumsily pouring them both some with shaking hands. Eliaj couldn’t help but smile at his bumbling – it was absolutely adorable. She couldn’t believe he actually agreed to go out with her, especially after all that time pining for him from outside the bakery like a creep.

The conversation was slow at first – they were obviously both nervous. But they ate and sipped at the wine – Eliaj wasn’t even going to bring up La Fey Verde she brought, the wine was perfect. The sweetness of the wine danced through her like the sun on her skin. It was not high enough alcohol that either of them would likely get drunk but the high sugar content made her feel giddy anyways. She didn’t need to add the messiness of the magic liqueur to the mix. As the picnic progressed and the wine emptied, conversation came easier. Slowly, they drifted closer together, removing shoes and spreading out casually on the blanket below them.

As they talked and grew to know each other more, she noticed small touches, mostly accidental. Each one sent sparks throughout her, increasing her need. Each time, she reminded herself that she had to behave. She had already kissed him without asking at the Old Windmill. While most people wouldn’t think it too big of an issue, it was for her – the loss of control with no say in the matter was not something she abided by. He seemed to be on a similar page, based on their conversation on the bakery roof the following night. Another reason she liked him so much, honestly.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed – it felt like moments but they had grown so comfortable in each other’s presence. Calibri had snuck some of the sweet wine from the cup she set aside and was now dozing in a bunch of flowers next to the blanket. Her and Colin’s hands were settled next to each other, occasionally brushing as they pointed out shapes in the clouds, making a few jokes at the expense of the former Inquisition.

“You ready for dessert?” He asked, straightening a bit to move towards the basket.

“Sure,” she laughed, straightening and stretching her arms over her head. The sash around her waist had been abandoned to the side of the blanket and her blouse was now untucked, which allowed Colin to get a glimpse at the gently toned stomach hidden underneath. Eliaj caught him looking with a grin as she settled back. “You are spoiling me!”

“You deserve to be spoiled!” he insisted, producing two danishes with a lemon curd filling from the basket, “These are your favorite, right? I’ve noticed you buying these a bunch at the bakery.”

“Those or your buns,” she confirmed, then stuttered as the realization of what she said hit her. “I…I mean your bread…buns…” She couldn’t keep the confident air she was trying to maintain at that point, burying her face in her skirt, knees drawn up.

Colin just laughed and she felt him reach forward and adjust her skirt so it was covering her better – a gentleman through and through. She brought her head up to find his face closer to hers than expected. A heat rose in both their cheeks again as their eyes locked. The urge to kiss him was becoming overwhelming as she adjusted herself, pushing slightly closer in the process. His mouth opened as if he was about to say something before he pulled away, grabbing the pastries and shyly handing one to her.

They ate the pastries, letting the sharpness of the lemon play on their tongues. The silence continued as their eyes stayed locked on each other. With seemingly no warning, Colin cracked a smile, letting a gentle laugh escape his lips.

“What?” she asked, panic stealing into her. What had she done wrong? Did she eat pastries weirdly? Thank the gods she never actually ate any at the bakery!!

“You have some lemon on your face,” he assured gently, reaching forward, “Here, let me get it.”

As his fingers brushed against her lightly, the panic died and her boldness returned, causing her to teasingly say “With your finger? Boring! You should lick it off.”

As the words escaped her lips, his mouth replaced his finger and she felt the gentle softness of the tip of his tongue against her cheek, inches from her mouth. Both of their eyes widened as if neither expected that of him. He lingered there, foreheads almost touching, searching her face while he seemed to calm his own raging cheeks.

“I….” he started, his hand coming to cup her cheek gently, “Can I kiss you?” A nod was all she managed before his mouth was to hers.

Their first kiss at the Windmill was hasty, desperate, full of the fear of death and loss. Eliaj regretted the circumstances of it even if she had enjoyed it. This kiss was slow and deliberate. Colin started simply – pressing his lips to hers gently and sweetly. She could taste the lemon curd on them and it electrified her senses. The kiss evolved in what seemed like the most natural manner – slowly, their lips parted, tongues seeking the other. Their hands quickly followed suit. The hand on her cheek, large and calloused, moved back towards the back of her head and deepened the kiss while the other hand found her own and held it for a moment, eventually pulling her whole body to him and placing the hand on his side, giving her permission to roam.

And roam she did. She matched a hand on his face, keeping the kiss close, and the other started at his side, dancing over the softness of the man who worked long hours lifting bags of flour followed by eating the delicious bread he produced. Her hand soon reached his back, dancing down it and threatening to go to what attracted her to him in the first place – the aforementioned buns.

His now-free hand explored as well. He started by lightly tracing up the skin of her arm, ducking under the sleeve of her top playfully and causing her to shiver into the kiss. This emboldened him as the hand traveled to her shoulder and then her long, pointed ears. His touch as he traced them was so soft, so loving and so gods-damned sensual that Eliaj almost lost it then and there. Colin seemed to sense it as she felt him smile into the kiss. Eventually, he stopped the immaculate torture of touching her ears and his hand went down her back, ending (frustratingly) on the small of her back and pulling her closer again.

They lost balance at that point, unable to actually get their bodies closer together and they landed together on the blanket, separating finally. Through heavy breaths, Eliaj managed to wryly quip, “You sure you don’t have any arcane talents? Because that was pretty magical.”

“I…” he started, working to return his own breathing and heart rate to normal, “I didn’t go too far then?” His look was full of want but she could tell he was reigning himself in – she could ask him to stop and he would, no questions asked.

But she didn’t want that.

She shook her head, scooting so she was against his chest once again. “No,” her voice husky “In fact, you can touch me wherever you would like…I…really like you.” The confession drove her face into his chest.

She felt him pull away slightly but only so he could reach down and pull her chin up so she could see his face. “I like you too…” he admitted “But…should we keep it there for now? Take things slow?”

She pouted slightly, earning a chuckle from him. “I suppose.” The answer was reluctant, ignoring the wetness that had begun between her legs, the stiffness of her nipples against the fabric of her top. She ached for him. And…if the feeling against her leg was correct, she believed he may feel similarly.

They finally parted and sat back up, looking at their abandoned pastries with a hunger that food could not sate. The pastries had crumbled apart on their descent and the lemon curd slowly oozed onto the blanket. Colin stuck his finger out and swiped it up, going to bring it to his lips. Eliaj caught his hand though and playfully declared that was her lemon curd. She quickly stuck his finger in her mouth, licking the curd away before she even realized what she was doing.

She looked up from the position on her knees, finger in her mouth, eyes staring at him with lust, and neither seemed to be able to stop themselves. Colin let a small groan escape his lips and Eliaj caught something stirring in his pants. She, slowly so he could ask her to stop, lowered her lips down his finger, keeping eye contact. He didn’t stop her – they both knew they were past the point of caring about timelines.

As she raised herself back up, freeing his finger with a playful tongue flick, she half-moaned “Sweet…”

The minute his hand was free, he had pulled her to his lap, mouth going to hers again. This kiss lacked the gentle exploration of the last – this one was need and lust. Hands explored over each other again, tangling in hair, tracing ears, snaking under clothing. And they both felt the other’s need, which increased it in turn.

This kiss broke apart more often, taking the chance to nip and nibble on earlobes and shoulders. Eliaj couldn’t help the little gasps and moans each new one brought to her lips and each sound seemed to encourage him. Except for his hands, she realized. They stayed on her waist, under her shirt, but seemingly too nervous or too full of propriety to explore up or down.

She pulled away briefly, removing her shirt in one quick movement before trying her own nip on the skin above the laces of his shirt where his chest was revealed. He marveled at her bare chest, erect nipples bringing her breasts to attention. Eliaj was never well-endowed in that regard but it seemed Colin didn’t mind. He brought a hand up and let his thumb roll over her nipple, cupping her breast with a gentleness one wouldn’t expect from such a large man.

She felt an immediate gush of additional wetness between her legs, biting her lip to stifle the groan and tossing her head back. It was such a simple touch but she needed this – so much had happened. She just needed touch and release and to explore with this amazing, sweet man.

He brought his head to her chest and gently kissed each nipple, taking the right in his mouth as his hand kept the left occupied. He suckled and kissed, nipped and kneaded. Eliaj was in heaven – her mind was melting into a pool of pleasure – no need to think and plan and worry. Just be in the moment, be with Colin. Have each other’s bodies.

She got snapped out of her revel as his mouth traveled up to her shoulder. Suddenly, she became aware of the ugly scars littering her back, the longest of which wrapped around her shoulder. She wasn’t sure why she was worrying now – she never cared what people thought about them. And he had seen the scar on her face – it wasn’t nearly as mangled as these but it was there. And she was sure he saw this scar when she was wearing her shirt since it was off the shoulder. But for some reason, it mattered what he thought and he could easily see them if she turned around.

And he did pause as he reached the point where the scars began, looking at it thoughtfully. “Do they hurt?” he asked softly, eyes softening from a desperate lust to a concern. She shook her head, reaching her hand up to try and cover it.

“Not anymore, no,” she answered, her voice soft and tinged with fear. “But…if you’d rather not…see them… I can put my shirt on.” Her other hand darted to grab the discarded clothing before it was stopped.

“If you would feel more comfortable, that’s fine…” he started, trying to pick his words carefully, “But…I don’t think they’re…I mean, I don’t mind…” His face fell as he struggled with the right thing to say. She was sure he could guess their origin so she could guess it was hard to think of something that wouldn’t offend a partner or kill the mood. She relaxed a touch and released the shirt.

He sighed and finally said, “Eliaj, you’re an incredible person. And it’s awful…what happened. But your scars aren’t ugly or something to be ashamed of…They’re a sign…of what you survived. A proof that you’re the strong, amazing person that you’ve proved yourself to be time and time again.” He gave her a sweet smile and kissed her shoulder. He then moved behind her, laying kisses gently against the length of each one. She couldn’t feel anything physical but her heart swelled at the gesture, bringing tears to her eyes.

Finished, he put his hands on her shoulders, engulfing them, and looked down at her, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “I can stop, if you want,” he said, no hesitation in his voice, “But know that I think you’re beautiful. And I would like to do anything you’d like to do.” He blushed a little as his dick twitched in his pants against Eliaj’s back. It made her grin, wiping away the tear that was in her eye.

“No,” she told him, craning her head back to stare up at him, “I want to keep exploring you.” The gentle smile on her lips turned to a wicked grin as she turned, loosening his hands from her shoulders. “Shirt, off.”

The command was playful but still brought a look of surprise from his face. He complied, arching an eyebrow at her. “Yes, ma’am. You’re extra cute when you boss me around…”

She smiled and started kissing his chest, starting at the top (where she could reach at least) and slowly moving down. As she reached the waist band of his pants, she could feel his whole body stiffen. She looked up at him with a devilish grin, fingers hooking in the laces that kept the pants tight. Keeping this eye contact, she let her tongue trail down the last few centimeters. She gently tugged on the laces, untying them with deftness.

She paused there, heart pounding in her chest as she saw the edge of dark blond curls in the opening. Fire burned in her but she wanted to do this right. “I want to play with you…” she said, looking into his eyes. He nodded enthusiastically and they worked together to tug his pants off.

Eliaj had expected he was large, given his size, and was not disappointed. He stood proud and erect, precum glinting off the tip. She got on all fours in front of it, eyes wide with desire. She looked up at him briefly before cleaning the tip off with her tongue. Hearing no cries to stop, she put the whole head in her mouth. She moaned against it, smelling the scent of him and feeling the flood between her legs.

“Did you get off just from putting me in your mouth?” he teased, eyes half closed as she took more of him in. She playfully pinched his arm in response, focusing on getting as much of his length in her as possible. He tried to reach down to touch her wetness but she stopped him.

She moved herself to the tip, mumbling around the head “No, let me take care of you.” She tried to sound commanding again but was too engrossed in her task and sounded a bit silly with the mumbled noise. But he did let her, leaning back to enjoy it.

She started slowly, letting her mouth and tongue explore each inch, seeing how far she could take him in her throat. As she understood his curves and her limits, she let the rhythm build. Her hands joined in, gently cupping his balls, squeezing the base of his shaft. She grinned at each twitch she caused and started to push what she had done before. She gently took his balls in her mouth, humming gently and letting her hands work his length. Her mind started to take on the pleasure of nothingness as she focused on just his enjoyment.

She switched back to his dick in her mouth, sucking and licking and working it to the back of her throat. Eliaj barely noticed as Colin’s hands returned to her, heading to her skirt. But she allowed it this time, helping him slip it off of her without stopping her pursuit. A finger playfully slipped in her, feeling her wetness. “Damn.” His voice was barely legible, a groan of pleasure. She looked up at him, watching as he put the finger in his mouth, almost as if he was mimicking her efforts. “I can’t wait to taste you for real.”

She allowed him to tangle his hand in her hair after that, increasing the pace of her sucking as he gently moved her head up and down, setting the pace how he liked it best. Her mind was blank, her pussy was aching for him, but he was close – had he gotten even bigger? She felt herself moaning against him as he fucked her mouth. He was going to cum soon, she could feel it in the tightening of his hand on her head, the stiffness of him.

“I…” he breathed, looking down at her with wild eyes of need, “Can I finish…? Where?”

She nodded, taking him even deeper into her throat, coughing but keeping him back there, begging for him to finish in her mouth. A few more strokes and he came – she felt the hot liquid gush down her throat as she gently pulled back, letting him finish. As he did, breathing heavy, she pulled him out of her, gently cleaning him off and causing him to shiver.

“So sweet,” she moaned gently, eyes fluttering open as she wiped cum from the corner of her mouth. She took the sight of him in and her heart raced. This man just let her suck him. A dreamy smile crept onto her face as she sat back, satisfied with her work.

“No you don’t,” he growled playfully, seeming to recover more quickly from her. She blinked, confused, mind still blank. Had he not actually finished? Did he need more? She didn’t have long to wonder, though, as he scooped her up and laid her back against him, an arm wrapped around her so he could play with her nipple some more. The other hand traced up her thigh, ending where her legs met before ducking into the folds of her wetness with a finger.

Colin’s mouth sought her own as he quickly found the bud of her clitoris and rubbed gently, matching the timing with his thumb on her nipple. She whimpered against his kiss but let the sensations take hold of her. She had needed to suck him, to give him release. But now she needed this, needed to let him send her into a state of nothing but pleasure.

He seemed to understand the waves of her body. As her clit engorged and seemed to become too sensitive, he slipped his hand lower and slid a finger between her, teasing with slow, drawn out strokes. He released her mouth so he could hear the fullness of her whimpers and moans, smiling with satisfaction. His mouth moved to her ear, long and bronze and oh-so-sensitive. “You make the cutest noises…” he whispered into it, gently licking down the cartilage until he got to the softer lobe and nipping it with his teeth. The gasp came with a spasm between her thighs and he took the opportunity to plunge his finger in, exploring her insides deliciously thoroughly. “Eliaj….”

“Co…Colin” she moaned, hiding her face against him, “Please…” She didn’t even know what she was begging for. More? Harder? Not to stop? All of him?

“Please?” he teased gently into her ear, nuzzling his nose against it. The gesture was sweet and sensual but the pace of his finger had increased and his other hand pinched her nipples roughly. And that was pure desire, pure lust. “I like to hear your words, Eliaj. Tell me what will make you feel good.”

Her mind was so blank, how was she supposed to answer? He pulled her nipple with a sharp tug and the pain brought her momentarily back into her body. Her eyes flew open and she felt herself spasm against his fingers. Before the dreaminess could overtake her again, she looked up at him and said, “Give me more…you are amazing…”

He smiled and complied, adding another finger and pumping again. Her wetness was slick and she could feel her juices soaking the blanket beneath them. No one had pampered her like this before and part of her feared she never would feel this good again.

His mouth kissed hers again briefly, sweetly, before returning to her ear. “You are so wet,” he moaned, “It is so hot. Your body is amazing. I am going to make you cum. Hard. And then, with your permission, I am going to taste you. Taste what a mess I made you.” The command in his voice was not something she expected from him but she wasn’t surprised he clarified it was with her permission and she laughed, heady and breathy.

The hand on her breast stopped its massaging and she found herself whimpering in its absence. That was until it traveled down her body, grabbing onto her hip, fingers squeezing the muscle there. It went to her thighs, grabbing there as well. She knew he was being truthful about giving good massages – maybe she could convince him to give her one later. Finally, it landed on her clit, massaging there. Her eyes grew wide momentarily and then closed as she moaned, arching her back into his touch. The other hand continued its exploration, hitting her G-spot a few times before playfully going away. Her mind went blank again as she let herself relax. She didn’t worry about her face or her noises or her gushing pussy and the squelching it was making.

“Yes…I’m so close” she moaned, her head pushing into his shoulder and her hips starting to move with his motion.

“Eliaj…please…cum for me…” she heard him groan above her as his pace increased. It was perfect – she could feel the pleasure building and building. She was going to –

Crrrrraaack

Green eyes flew open and were met with the dimness of twilight. The coldness of a spring morning cooled her flushed body as she rose from her bed roll and look towards the sound. A Gallo Grande stood, an animal of some sort dangling in its beak, in the darkness of pre-dawn. It couldn’t see her in Sidney’s Cozy Cave (Eliaj couldn’t believe Sid had chosen that name), her or….her friends. A rush of embarrassment consumed her as she quickly turned her head. Had she been loud? Had she woken them up?

She sighed as she realized they appeared to still be asleep. Then sighed again as the ache and wetness between her thighs reminded her of her dream. She had been so close… She crawled back into her bedroll in frustration and pulled the blanket over her head. She couldn’t risk waking her friends up by…taking care of it… Guess she was just going to be frustrated for the day. Hopefully they found an Inquisitor – she could use someone to take that out on.