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Elide didn’t come that night but she did feel amazing afterwards. Not just because she felt more close to Lorcan than she ever had — though that did have a lot to do with it. But it was also because of the sex itself. It was the intimacy, with her own husband, and the discovering of a whole new world that had her high with confidence and happiness.
It felt like the start of new life. A new life that was hers for the taking. There’s so much she wanted to do, so much she wanted to try out. Not just with him; also on her own. This new world was hers to discover and she was more than ready to venture every plain of it.
This is how she ended up with Lorcan tied to the bedpost one night, him finding her touching herself another night and them trying out all kinds of positions all nights. And especially the middle one had perfect timing: she was mid-orgasm when he opened the door to their bedchambers and was shocked to death.
Lorcan had never expected Elide to be this way. He had never once dreamed she would want all this after her first time. To like all theses different kinds of sex. So much so that he had trouble keeping up. But once he got over the initial shock, he found he absolutely loved this new place she was taking him. Theses places he had never much been in, some not even at all.
It may be a surprise to some… or to all, but Lorcan had never been very adventurous when it came to the bedroom. The only oddness in his sex life was the fact that the bedroom had almost never been a bedroom. Sex had always been a mere necessity to him, something to take care off. Something he did take care of in every place that was before hand.
Lorcan also suspected his lack of caring was the reason why so many of his relationships never lasted long. He never let those women completely in. They were only there to drive away the loneliness and handle his physical needs. That was it.
But Elide was different. This relationship was different. It was the first thing ever that took his mind and heart away from the only woman he had ever loved until a year ago: Maeve. Thinking of that now, that might also been a big part that his relationships were so unsuccessful. He had always been pining for another woman.
Not anymore though. His entire heart, mind, body, soul: everything. Everything was filled with Elide now. His heart had even grown bigger; he could feel it. And still there was no place anymore for Maeve. No place ever.
There was only Elide and her desires and needs… Which he loved taking care of!
He liked following her. He felt ecstatic about having her lead. In the bedroom most of all. And most of all he loved all the weird she did.
Like the first time she came with him inside her and she bit him. It was a little painful - only a slight stung - yet also incredibly good. It made Lorcan feel all kinds of pleasure he had never known in his five-hundred years. Nothing he had ever expected to be possible.
Elide felt guilty afterwards… Once she finally realized what she’d done. As the haze of ecstasy from her orgasm seeped from her face, she looked up at him and turned bright red. She blinked and bit her lip with shame in her eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” she mumbled quickly, tripping over the words almost.
Lorcan - who was still not entirely back at this world - watched her with bright eyes and a wide smile. He was living his best moments right now. He could not grasp, let alone comprehend, that the cause of his euphoria was feeling guilty for the very thing that she did to cause it.
“Lorcan, I’m so sorry,” she breathed again and again with those thick red lips of hers.
It is only when he started paying attention again that he realized her lips looked rather unnaturally red. It took great effort, but with a lot of energy he was able to ground himself and pay closer attention to what was happening in front of him. It was when he focused in on Elide’s face that he saw the blood. His blood. His blood from his neck on her lips.
He was instantly hard again.
The sheer ecstasy and shock of it made him gasp and laugh. So it was with a chuckle that he said Elide’s name for the first time.
She didn’t appear to hear him. She was too far gone now, had already hidden her face in her hands.
“Elide,” he said much louder and with a tone that demanded attention.
The person in question seized her movements and mumblings. But she didn’t answer him with words. She just held still and refused to look at him, her hands desperately covering her eyes as much as they could.
Lorcan covered both of her hands with one of his. “Elide,” he said, much softer now; he didn’t want to admonish her, he wanted to comfort her. He just didn’t know how.
“Elide, please look at me,” he continued. And then the torrent of words he had been holding back finally hit: “I’m fine, Elide! Please believe me! You did nothing wrong, you didn’t hurt me. There is nothing you should feel bad about. It’s fine, I’m fine. Or…” An ear splitting grin spread across his face as he paused. “I’m actually better than fine,” he said with a devilish twinkle in his eyes. “I’m great,” he concluded, even though that didn’t quite cover it. Not at all, really.
Elide was still covering her eyes with her hands but the muscles in them seemed less tightly wound. When Lorcan focused on the woman before him - distracting himself away from his very firm and present erection - he even saw her peeking through her fingers now, sneakily taking a look at him. He gave her his most genuine smile and gaze in his eyes, encouraging her to stop this fussing and just enjoy this moment - maybe even preparing for one more like it.
“I really didn’t hurt you at all?” She asks at last with a voice that was much too small for Lorcan’s liking. She should be happy. Or even celebrating!
Despite this fact, though, even he could not deny that she did hurt him. A little bit. Which was fantastic! He welcomes it now he knows how it feels. From her. Like this. The pain is good. The pain is only slight and it feels amazing. He wants more of it. Much more! He’s a sadistic and fucked up bastard and he loves this. Almost as much as he loves her. And even though he would do anything if she liked it anyway, even if he didn’t’. he does really like this.
Now he just needs to convince her of that fact.
“Uhh, well…” he starts, which is a terrible beginning. He realized this before the words ever came out, but he couldn’t hold them back, didn’t know what other words to use.
“Oh gods,” Elide whispered before he can say anything else. Her hands gramp tightly over her face again.
SHIT. “No, wait! Pleas, Elide, just relax and listen to me.” The words came out harsh and impatient. He didn’t want to act like this, but in the end he was glad it happened. Because this is what made Elide finally listen - which he noted firmly in his mind for future usage.
After all that Elide uncovered her face by finally dropping her hands. She revealed her sad and upset expression, which was concerning, but Lorcan could also detect some curiosity in her eyes. She was open to hear him out. And that was all he needed. He explained to her in great detail how much he liked everything she does. Especially the crazy shit she sometimes did in the spurr of the moment. Shit like biting him, hard. He loved it. The things she does and that she is doing it. He wants more of it. He wants all of it.
From that night on it really took off.
They did so many things, tried so many different adventures. Sexual and none sexual (but mostly sexual!). They even tried blindfolding. Which, as it turned out, was the only thing Lorcan didn’t like. Well; at least not immediately. The liking — and later loving — took a while to take root.
He’d been shocked at first, when Elide had suggested it. He’d been uneasy and uncomfortable, when they tried it. And he had been turned on, whenever he thought back on it.
That first time, they’d stopped fairly quickly. Just like before, she took off the blindfold right away when she felt insecure about him enjoying himself. It was no biggie this time; they had simply tried and stopped and continued find pleasure in other ways.
But Lorcan hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it afterwards. Not as a bad memory or a natural reference. No it was something more. Something interesting. Something on turning.
He wanted it. Longed for it. Needed it. Just like with the biting.
He started to think about it more and more. Started talking about it; referred to the encounter in subtle ways. But nothing would sway Elide to talk about it in a positive way. And more importantly; to open up about trying it again.
Lorcan had been a soldier most of his life and Elide knew very well he had gained many traumas through his experiences on the battlefield. She didn’t want to add to that anxiety with just one sex game that could easily be switched by another that was just as fun. She didn’t want it to turn into a disaster. Didn’t want to take away one of his senses and leave him helpless in a bad way. Didn’t want it to turn into one more trauma, to be added to his very large pile.
But Lorcan was set: he wanted this. He reminded her day in and day out after a while. He had never felt like that. His sense of sight had been taken away several times in his life, but those experiences had always been very bad. It had never been like this. Never with someone he trusted utterly and completely. Never had his blindfold been taken away after a single word from him. Never had he liked not feeling in control in at someone else’s mercy.
After weeks of begging Elide for it he longed to feel Elide’s ties around his wrists and her stockings over his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to be at her mercy, to not be in control at all. Even when that switch of power was a mere illusion and he could easily break himself free. It felt real. It felt incredibly hot and that was very real.
So, after weeks of begging (that Elide would actually describe as sulky grumbles and complains) Lorcan finally got his wish. And it was GLORIOUS.
All these games and outlandish pleasure came to a screeching halt not long after that though. It was all stopped when Elide becomes pregnant. They find out from the special physician Aelin send the moment she heard Elide didn’t feel well; only the best is good enough for her family. Rowan and Aelin wait with held breath and bracing themselves to hear the worst. But the news is not worse or bad at all. It is the greatest!
Elide feels more stunned than even Lorcan does to hear the news — though really; they both shouldn’t be surprised at all. In all their cleverness they had never once thought a child would come so soon — even though it wasn’t that soon at all. It was really strange ; they both had thought about it, but they’d never talked about it or even realized what it meant. Never once had they stood still and thought it through. Not on their own, and definitely not together… And now it was here.
It took them a long time to get used to the fact. And even longer to absorb the happiness about it. Not because they weren’t glad about it, but because their lives had made them fearful of expecting anything good or welcoming anything so precocious and fragile to take care of. They didn’t want their lives — utterly horrible for the most part until now — to break it.
So instead of allowing themselves to breathe and really take in what is happening, they distracted themselves. With sex of course.
Their sex activities — otherwise known as; sexcapades — had come to a halt for only one whole week in total. It didn’t turn back to normal after that; it became even more frequent and intense. Elide’s appetite reached an all time high with the hormones racing through her body and she wanted to try EVERYTHING. And Lorcan is only happy to obliged.
It helped them. Might even be called therapeutic. With a very clear and good result: when the baby was born at last they were finally able to breathe again and become the most happy and in love parents that ever graced Perranth’s throne.
THE END