Love reign o’er me
A week after the wedding of Deagrina Magmamane and Zoltan syn Yarpena.
Deagrina Magmamane slowly awoke, her mind and her head pounding like blacksmith’s hammer against an anvil. As consciousness returned she vaguely recalled what had led to her present condition.
“Damn it, that’s the last time I let that old hag talk me into a drinking contest! Who knew Zelislawa could down so much Dwarven brew!”
Moaning quietly, she dimly noticed an arm draped across her bare stomach. It tightened a bit at her moan and she slowly looked over to see Zoltan’s eyes shimmering slightly in the dim light of the room.
“Did we fuck?”
Zoltan blinked lazily and smiled, saying nothing, his eyes bright with amusement. Magma, because that’s what Zoltan called her, frowned slightly at him as her brain began to start working.
“I don’t feel sore and you still have your pants on so I guess not.”
“It certainly wasn’t for the lack of trying, you drunk so much that I had to carry you home.”
Magma continued to gaze at him, letting her eyes roam over him for a moment before she looked up at him again. “Am I ugly to you?”
Zoltan blinked in confusion before replying quietly. “No. I don’t think you’re ugly at all. In fact, I think you’re quite lovely”
“For a dwarf?” She asked.
“You’re just lovely, period.”
“Then why won’t you fuck me, that’s why we were married. To join our families with a child of both bloodlines.”
“The time’s never right..”
“So anyway, if you’re not here to fuck me, why are you here?”
Zoltan didn’t respond.
“You’re weird, I don’t understand you. Isn’t it what all men want, a hole to stick their dicks in?”
Zoltan looked at her carefully. “That is what you really believe, isn’t it? That men only have lusts and expect women merely to be breeders and a good time?”
Magma shut her eyes. “That’s all I’ve ever known. My father, your father..” She replied quietly.
He nodded slightly and stayed quiet for a moment or two before speaking again. “Did someone hurt you?” He asked carefully.
She glanced over at him sharply for a moment, but only saw honest concern in his eyes. Finally, she relented.
“I had a friend when I was younger. She was 13, I was 14. She lived close by and I would hang out and play with her. One day when I went over to her house, I noticed her parents weren’t home. I heard noises coming from the bedroom so I looked through the crack in the door.”
Magma’s eyes watered slightly. “I didn’t know who was doing it, I didn’t recognize him, but she was fighting with everything she had. I was only a feeble little girl and a coward. I didn’t do anything.. He slugged her in the face and dropped her on the bed like a sack of potatoes. He ripped open her clothes and pinned her with his huge arms…”
She found herself being pulled into a tight embrace with Zoltan’s chin resting against the top of her head. Turning her head into the scruffy fur, she let the tears fall as she hugged him back, shaking slightly. Finally, she looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy.
Zoltan gently cleaned her face with his thumbs as he gazed at her gently.
“Did you not tell your father about this?”
She shook her head. “I was too afraid. I guess I thought he’d lock me up if I told him. Silly, I know, but I wasn’t thinking straight for a while. And maybe I was afraid of him a little. I knew it didn’t make sense. Eventually I was able to move past it..”
Zoltan hugged her close, kissing the top of her head. “You are safe with me.” He stated in a quiet, intent voice, staring into her eyes. “I would never hurt you.”
Magma smiled slightly, looking back at him. “I know. For all your appearance of a rough warrior, you’re a big softy inside.”
Zoltan smiled. “You’re no different, but instead of steel you armor yourself with tough talk and sharp tongue.”
“When did you become so wise?”
Zoltan stroked her cheek with a finger. “I’m young for a dwarf but I’ve seen a lot. We both have scars, here.” He pressed her hand gently against his chest. His heart beat slow and steady under her palm.
She smiled, tracing a finger through his chest. Zoltan watched her silently as her fingers ran through his shoulder before moving back to his chest, twitching slightly as her finger traced a circle around his nipple. She looked up at him with a mischievous smile.
“So you have a chest like a man. Hmmm.. do you have anything else in common with other men?”
Zoltan’s eyes widened slightly in surprise at what she was hinting at before looking at her carefully. “Are you sure you want to find out? Right now and after telling me about what happened?”
She smiled softly. “I don’t know where this will lead, but you’re the first person ever to really give a damn about who I am rather than what I am. Besides, we’re married already. Our fathers will be displeased if I don’t bear you a son”
He looked at her, he was clearly nervous.
She smiled at him once again. “To be honest” she said quietly, wrapping herself around him. “I want to find out if you’re really as big as they say you are.”
Zoltan’s eyes widened again at the bold declaration. “Who says that?”
“Oh, just girls in the court. Nevermind”
“Zoltan will show you.” He whispered into her ear.
Taking her head in his hands, he pressed his lips against hers in a gentle but firm kiss. She wrapped her arms around him, kissing back as his hands slid back to rub against the back of her head. Breaking the kiss gently, she looked in his eyes
“You’re a good kisser, have you done this before?”
Zoltan looked a bit sheepish. “Zoltan has never rutted with anyone. You are Zoltan’s first.
She arched an eyebrow at him. “With all that prancing around in your fancy armour, with a father like that?”
Zoltan chuckled. “I did have to decline a few whores he sent my way..”
Magma’s smile widened in amusement. “Ok now, stop talking like an idiot.” She ran her hands over his chest again. Moving up slightly, she whispered into his ear breathily. “Show me what you got.”
Zoltan shivered at the soft breath and the words she spoke. Reaching down, he kissed her deeply, one hand against the the back of her head, his other arm around her, pulling her tightly against his toned body. He could feel her hands sliding through his back. Sliding his hands down to the edge of her shirt, he slowly pulled her top up and over her head, tossing it offthe bed. His eyes lowered to her breasts, taking in their round firmness and the pink nipples in the center of them. He slowly rolled her onto her back, kissing her again before slowly sliding lower. He slowly began to lick a path around the edge of her breast, tasting the salt on her skin. His rough tongue slowly dragged across her nipple causing her to gasp slightly. As he lapped at it with his tongue, his other hand slowly traveled up to the stroke and caress her other breast, the slightly rough pads on his fingers causeing her to shudder as his thumb encircled the other tip. Carefully, to avoid using his teeth, he pressed his lips against her peak, sucking gently. She moaned softly as she arched her back, pressing her breast against his mouth.
Magma moaned softly as she arched her back, pressing her breast against his mouth.
"Use your teeth!" She muttered softly. "Gently!"
"Always." Zoltan said breathily, gently scrapping the soft flesh with his teeth, biting down just hard enough. her breath became harsher as he stroked and squeezed her before licking her once more. His tongue lavished more swabs down between her breasts to the valley between them. Licking her sternum, he surprised her slightly by resting his head against her chest, his ear pressed against her heart. Making a questioning noise, he glanced up at her with a gentle smile.
"The heart is a primal thing. The center of life" He said softly, listening to the steady thump in her chest. "Others never pay attention to things like this. But it is so very important. The heart tells how someone feels. If they are afraid or calm. The young hear their mother's heart and are calmed when they cry. The hunter sometimes hears the prey's heart as it runs. When the heart of a brother or ally goes silent, we mourn."
He looked up at her with a soft smile. "It tells me how much you want Beowulf. And it also tells me…" He slid his hand down her stomach and began to rub her gently between her legs. "What you want." He finished, as he heard her heart begin to pound more swiftly.
***
Presently.
The lake was enchanted. About that there could be no doubt. Firstly it lay beside enchanted valley Arvaorcywr in The Wilds, the mysterious valley perpetually shrouded by fog and famed for its magical properties and phenomena. Secondly, one look was enough.
The surface of the water was crystal blue, like a polished sapphire and smooth as a mirror. So much so that the peaks of the Highathar mountains were reflected in it were more beautiful than those that loomed over the lake. Silence around it was disturbed by nothing, not even the splashing fish of song of a bird.
Zoltan shook off the impression. But rather than continue walking home, along the crest of the hill, he turned towards the lake. As if he was drawn to it by some higher power, a force of spell that slumbered there, deep down in the waters.
His armour rattled when he knelt. Startling fish, he scooped water into his hands. He drank slowly and cautiously, the ice cold water numbed his tongue and lips and hurt his teeth. When he bent down to collect water a second time, a sound travelled over the surface of the lake. He listened, it was no illusion. He heard singing. A woman singing. Or rather a girl.
Like all dwarves of his clan, he had been raised with bard tales of chivalry. In these tales a girl singing or calling was in nine cases out of ten, a lure. A man who followed inevitably fell into an ambush, quite often – fatal.
Curiosity won. Zoltan was still young and like all young men he was very courageous and very foolish. He was famous for one and known for the other. He checked his sword, then walked up the beach in the direction of singing. He did not have to go far.
The shore was littered with huge rock, dark and polished to a bright shine. It looked as if a giant got bored of his toys and just left them here.
The singing which he heard came from just behind these rocks. The girl’s clothes lay on one of the rocks lying in the shadows, flat like a table. The girl herself stood naked, waist-deep in the water and was washing, singing and splashing in the process. Zoltan listened to her singing but did not understand the words.
And no wonder. The girl was an elf. This was demonstrated by the slender body, strange hair colour and the voice. He was sure that if she turned around he would see big almond shaped eyes, and if he swept her hair back he would see pointy ears.
She stopped singing for a moment and immersed herself up to her nerck, she cursed and came splashing out of the water, presenting Zoltan for a moment all her glory pleasant to the eye. She threw herself toward the rock on which lay her clothes, but instead of grapsing clothes to cover herself, she grabbed a sword and pulled it from its sheath, clutching the ssteel with amazing skill. It lasted a brief moment, after which she quickly knelt down, hiding in the water up to her nose and holding her arm with the sword in it above the surface of the water.
Zoltan blinked in amazement and bent his knee, he understood immediately who it was before him.
“Hail, O Lady of the Lake,” he breathed while stretching out his hand, “it is an honour, a great honour. I accept your sword.”
“I’d prefer if you turned around, maybe stop staring? And let me get dressed?”
He obeyed. He heard her leaving the water and the rustling of clothes and the sound of her swearing softly as she pulled them onto her wet body.
“You can turn around”
“Lady of the Lake..”
“And introduce yourself”
“I am Zoltan syn Yarpena, heir apparent to Mahakam Clanship.”
She brushed back her wet hair and Zoltan sighed involountary. Not only because her ear was normal, her eyes were of different colours. One blue, one green.
She noticed his astonished gaze, she narrowed her eyes and wrinkled her nose.
“My eyes are weird, so what. You look frightened” she laughed playfully.
“Nothing scares Zoltan of Mahakam Clan. Truly, I am honoured to take this sword from your hand, Lady of the Lake..”
“What?”
“The sword. I am willing to accept it.”
“This is my sword. I don’t let anyone touch it.”
“But..”
“But what?”
“The Lady of the Lake always.. Always emerges from the water and gives her sword.”
She was silent for some time.
“I understand, another realm, another custom. I’m sorry Zoltan or whatever your name is, but apparently you have not found the lady of which you have heard. I am not giving away anything. Or letting anything be taken. Let’s be clear.”
Zoltan blushed. He didn’t know what to do.
“Now don’t pounce like that Zoltan, I’m sorry for playing with you. You need to rush home, your wife is pregnant.”
She turned around and ran. Zoltan stood there, with a stupid look on his face. Confused like hell.