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"Go relax in a nice bath, love," Clive suggested, "while I fix us a nice hot meal."
"Oh! Would you make that wonderful stew that you brought down to Lake Sharrell that first evening we were together?"
"If that's what you want, of course, my Valkyrie."
A short time later, Mathilda emerged into their front room, dressed only in a light robe, to find the requested stew simmering. The tempting aroma permeating the room made Mathilda realize that she was indeed famished. Clive disappeared briefly for a quick cleanup of his own. Upon his return, Mathilda rose to serve the stew, but Clive stopped her.
"Tonight, I serve you," he insisted. "Just sit and let me look at you."
They ate in silence for a while, needing no conversation to disrupt the pleasure of just being together in a time of quiet peace. Hungrily, they each finished a healthy portion of the stew, but when Clive stood to give her another serving, Mathilda shook her head.
"No, please, no more for now," she whispered, looking up to him with a pleading expression in her eyes. "Clive, please be with me tonight, I need to make love to you."
Clive was out of his chair in a moment. He picked Mathilda up and carried her into the bedroom, laying her tenderly on their bed.
"I didn't want to rush you after..... Desaix.... He didn't...?" he told her fervently.
"No, he didn't," she assured her mate. "But he soon would have if you hadn't..."
She broke it off, her voice quivering. Clive quickly kissed her lips, and Mathilda's mouth opened to him, wanting to taste him. Then his lips touched the not-yet-healed cut on her throat where Desaix's knife had drawn her blood.
He started his ministrations tantalizingly slowly, tenderly stroking her body with long, lingering touches. His fingertips brushed a breast and felt the nipple harden instantly for him. Eager lips replaced the hand that moved on and became more demanding in response to his lover's rising need.
Her legs parted under his touch and he began to kiss every inch of her soft, submissive body while her moans of pleasure grew louder and more frequent. Minutes went by as Clive continued his gentle foreplay of her, caressing her most sensitive areas between her legs, suckling at her nipples, and kissing her neck. When she began growing limp and dazed with her head lolling back, Clive stopped for a moment to look into the eyes of his mate, burning with desire and pleading for fulfillment. He groaned as Mathilda's legs prodded at him and felt her hips thrusting against him, offering their invitation to her most sacred place.
"Please," she begged, guiding him to her very center, needing desperately to have him reaffirm their bond in the most physical of ways. "Oh please, my darling Knight."
Clive could think only of how close he had come to losing her. Aflame with relief, coupled with the urgent demand of the grinding hips beneath him, he thrust himself deep within her, aroused even more by Mathilda crying out as he fully sheathed himself to the hilt in her in one powerful stroke. Feverishly, she wrapped her powerful legs around his waist, locking him to her as she matched her rhythm to Clive's, the need to reconfirm her love for him and to erase the touch of the other from her mind forever at the forefront of her desperate desire.
There was no playful teasing anymore. Clive matched the force of Mathilda's need with his own powerful thrusts. She could tell he wasn't going to last long and he groaned as he spent himself in her after only a short time losing himself in her body. She moaned as he emptied himself in her, reaching down to furiously stroke her mound until she too climbed her peak, arching her back against him as her body shook. Clive gasped and clutched her tighter as he could feel her fierce contractions clenching him tightly within her.
"I love you so very much, Clive my darling," she whimpered as the powerful waves of her pleasure gradually faded. "Thank you."
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Mathilda lay comfortably in bed, sighing contentedly. The nighttime cool had been wonderful, and the company even moreso. She hadn't realized her passion for her mate. She knew that it was deep, but not this deep. She couldn't imagine what would have happened had Clive and the others not arrived to rescue her. Couldn't imagine what Desaix would have done to her... No, she had to correct herself. She could imagine all too well what the twisted man had intended, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
The cold chill quickly melted away as her mate knelt upon the bed beside her. His presence reassured her, made her feel so safe. She shuddered involuntarily and shifted closer to Clive. He shifted over her still covered form, lying comfortably on top of her. Mathilda gave him a small smile, his weight comfortable upon her. "I love you," she murmured quietly, gazing up into his dark eyes. She felt that she could lose herself if she looked too long into his eyes, and made no attempts to look away. To lose herself was just what she wanted to do. To be with him only, no one else, nothing to ruin such happiness.
He shifted slightly upon her, and she felt something cool pressed gently against her lips. "Open wide, love," Clive cooed.
Mathilda opened her mouth slowly, unsure and yet anxious. A small, nearly round object plopped into her mouth, and she bit instinctively. Her smile broadened as the object burst tastefully in her mouth. "Mmmm, grapes," she purred.
"Indeed." Clive smiled back, gazing lovingly down upon his mate. "Another one?"
"Please, kind sir."
Another cool grape entered her mouth, and she ate it slowly, relishing the flavour as it burst again within her cheeks. She giggled, finally managing to swallow it. "Shall I peel them for you?" he asked.
"Whatever have I done to deserve such service?" Mathilda said, arms snaking up around Clive's neck. She adored being this close to him, where he could be himself and smile.
"I want to pamper you, my Valkyrie. A reward for being so beautiful."
"Mmm, I can think of other ways to be pampered other than grapes, my Knight." She gave him a mischievious smile, one that Clive knew quite well. Mathilda reached out with her hand, soon finding the bunch of grapes Clive had brought with him. She plucked one off, placing it seductively upon her chest, just at the rise of her breasts where the bedsheet barely covered her. Clive's head bent down, mouth encircling the lone grape, lips pressing against her chest. Mathilda closed her eyes, a contented sigh escaping her. His lips felt so good against her skin; so warm and comforting. He kissed her chest, lips pressed to the valley of her cleavage, warm breath caressing her skin. His tongue brought the grape into his mouth, brushing ever so lightly across her skin, causing Mathilda to exhale softly. He kissed her chest again before raising his head and crushed the grape between his teeth, a satisfied smile upon his face.
Mathilda reached over and plucked another grape, bringing it back over her chest. With her same smile, she placed the grape further down between her firm breasts, underneath the covering blanket. She glanced back up to her love. His lips pressed gently to hers, and she felt her passion rise. She needed him now, against her as he was, to know he was really there.
Clive's lips parted from hers, and soon pressed against her collarbone, where the two bones met at the base of her neck. She bent her head back to accept his kiss. So gentle against her, he always seemed to know what she wanted, what she needed. A hand brushed across her breast, raising a quickened breath, and she felt the blanket slowly glide across her breasts. She moaned softly as the cool air and the sensation of the soft silk material sliding across her nipples made them swell and harden. His lips moved downwards slowly, brushing gently across her chest and in between her supple breasts. His mouth surrounded the rogue grape, tasting her slightly salty skin. Clive took in the grape, munching slowly as his lips continued to taste the woman beneath him. She had never felt so aroused by him, so enraptured by his gentle touch. Her eyes closed dreamily, breath coming in short quiet gasps. She could hardly breathe, her heart beating so fast. How she wanted him. "Please Clive," she murmured, ever so softly.
He made no reply, but his hand continued downwards, slowly pulling the sheet down to her waist. His lips kissed one breast, then the other, long smothering kisses. Clive's kisses went back to her first breast, a gentle one just touching her now-very hard nipple. She whined softly in pleasure. His mouth opened and he kissed her breast again, lips surrounding her now very sensitive nipple. She gasped aloud, pressing upwards into his kiss. She moaned pleasurably as his tongue tantalized her beyond imagination. Mathilda pressed her whole body against her love, rubbing against him as he suckled her. She found herself shaking with need, her whole body shivering in ecstasy at just his touch.
His hands traced lightly up her sides, one hand gliding over her breast while his mouth made love to its sister, caressing it before continuing its journey across her body. Mathilda's body was twitching uncontrollably, gasps escaping between heavy breathing. Even his warm breath against her skin was sending rocketing shivers throughout her body. She felt a cool touch on her belly, and realized that she had unconsciously placed another grape upon her body, resting at her navel. It did not escape Clive's attention, and his lips left her tender breast somewhat reluctantly, edging down her ribcage, pressing tiny kisses against her body. His hand fondled her other breast gently, then continued down her body, trailing goosebumps as his fingers traced down her body. The third grape disappeared into his mouth, lips kissing her soft yet firm stomach, causing her midsection to shudder unconsciously.
His hands fell upon the blanket that still covered her waist, and he pulled the sheet further down, revealing her naked form beneath. His hands caressed her, lips kissing between her hips. Her legs whispered open, desiring his touch against her. She gasped again as she felt him kiss the core of her womanhood, her breath coming in short pants as he sealed his lips around that small nub of nerves. Her whole body shook, she was lost to his touch. She was his, for him to do as he pleased. She could not stop him, would not. Never had she felt like this, her body electric to his every touch, the previous times he had been with her (and those times were many and satisfying) paled to the feelings coursing through her now. She groaned again, hips raising off the bed as his mouth made love to her mound, the very core of her womanhood. His hands reached up to continue squeezing and stroking her breasts and their nipples as he worked at her like a man possessed, sucking at her like a sweet fruit and his tongue dancing around her netherlips. She let out whimpers as she began to approach her climax, her natural lubricant flowing out of her like a stream as her thighs constantly shifted and pressed against his head.
He pulled away and moved up along her body, lips brushing her breasts again as he rose, preparing his hardness before her, rubbing himself against her slit before grasping her legs to pull her open. Without any warning, she cried aloud as he thrust into her, her whole body quivering, her breath coming in short pants and ending in a sharp inhale as he buried himself to the hilt. She was so, so aroused, and so wet and slick that he slid into her effortlessly, the warmth of her fluids and the softness of her inner walls caressing him like oily feminine fingers stroking every millimeter of his length. His lips fell upon hers, fingers stroking her hair, strewn about her head in a wild display. She thrust up against him, lost to the pleasure that surrounded her, that filled her being. Moaning, she lost conscious thought, moving against him as he moved against her, desperately seeking out their rhythm before finally achieving it. Her whole body was sensitive, feeling every part of him that touched her. Her breaths came in short gasps, shaking ecstatically as he pounded into her, taking her to the very edge of her peak.
Mathilda finally broke, crying out loud, "Oh, Clive!" as her body burned from a hot wave of pleasure searing through her, her eyes rolling into her head until she could see no more as her orgasm, the best she'd ever had, rolled through her as she let out a screaming wail, her legs frantically lifting and locking around his waist of their own accord, keeping him buried deep within her.
Clive groaned and stilled as she clenched tightly around him, until a particularly powerful contraction felt like she had seized him by the hand and pulled him against his will across a finish line, and he emptied himself into her. As she continued to writhe and moan, he groaned in kind, spurting his seed deep inside her as she kept twitching. "I love you, my beautiful, strong Valkyrie," he cried out, even as he was feeling her inner walls milking him of every last drop of his precious fluid.
Tears rolled down Mathilda's cheeks as the result of the intensity of the release she had experienced with him. Clive lay still, his body continuing to cover Mathilda's, in awe again, as he was each time they joined, at how much this woman gave him as she finally released her legs from around him and let him pull out of her. They both let out soft moans as their bodies at last separated, a thick sticky string of their mixed fluid connecting them together until he laid down at her back and spooned her tightly.
"I will love you and no other until my dying day," was the oath he spoke when he once again could speak at all.
"Even though I am shamefully lazy?" Her breathless words with the hint of a laugh behind them assured Clive that she really was all right.
He let the laughter of relief spill out. "Of course. If you weren't, I wouldn't get to think up all those wonderful wake-up calls."
"Mmmm, well my intentions toward you are far from honorable, love." Mathilda sighed sensuously, already feeling empty and desiring him in her again. He groaned as she began to rub her backside against his hardness, letting the cleft of her rear stroke him off. "Do you need some more food to stoke your fires before I ravage you again, my Knight?" They were young and energetic, and she fully intended to make full use of their remaining day of leave.