Does This Count As a Tide Challenge? (Sayuri) (FB) (M Rating)

Valen’s gasp was a thing of beauty and Sayuri would smile down at him as she straddled his hips. HIs hands would move to her hips and then he would experiment; slowly he would lift her off of him, and then push her back down, impaling her deeply once more. The feeling was incredible and she reveled in it even as he pulled her down towards him, she went happily and kissed him in return. Just as she was losing herself in their kiss and with surprising agility, Valen grasped her and deftly switched their positions. Now with him on top of her and her back pressed firmly into the bed she moaned words of encouragement to him as he rocked into her. He was a natural and his movements steadily picked up speed, causing her to gasp and pant with pleasure.

She would have been happy with this, the carnal act was pleasurable and satisfied the aching need she felt. But Valen had other plans and as his hands reached up restrained her hands with his own she felt her heart beat a little quicker and her muscles tighten around him in anticipation as he continued to thrust into her. When he commanded that she fight him, she would meet his gaze and smile wickedly. The smile lasted only a moment, but she made sure he saw it before she truly struggled and fought back. She wanted him to see how much she enjoyed the idea of resisting him, how much pleasure it brought her. As soon as she was certain he had seen her smile she would verbally acquiesce to his request. “Yes, my lord Ember. . . gladly.” And then she fought against him. If a contest was what he wanted, she was more than happy to oblige. The title ‘lord’ was a surprise to her when she spoke it, but it flowed off her tongue with ease, so she didn’t give it too much thought.

She would pull against her restrained hands, trying to slip her fingers out from beneath him, though by virtue of their strength difference alone that would be in vain. Her hips bucked up against him as she would twist and turn minutely beneath his frame, the sudden more energetic movements on her part causing his shaft to drive deeper inside her and make her groan with renewed desire. This new game was exciting and her body responded to the new stimulation immediately; her heart pounded loudly as her inner walls tightened around his rod, the wetness between her legs increasing with her increased arousal which allowed him deeper entry inside her. She would gasp and grunt as she struggled against him, until it was clear that through sheer strength alone she would be unable to win this contest. She would look at him and growl in frustration. She wanted to obey him, she wanted to fight him and thereby give him more pleasure, and she would continue to try but she knew she needed another way to fight other than brute strength or she would just lose.

With every ounce of strength she had, Sayuri would lift her upper body from the bed in order to get her head in biting range of Valen’s chest or shoulder or neck. She didn’t much care which she reached either first or at all, she just needed to cause him pain and with her hands restrained this was the best option she could think of. She had seen the kind of effect pain had caused in him earlier, and if she couldn’t overpower him then she would torment him. As soon as her mouth was in range of his flesh she would clamp down hard, all the while continuing to pull against him in an effort to ‘get away’. Her attempts at ‘escaping’ were sincere, she needed to truly fight back if she wanted him to truly overpower her - which she absolutely did.

When he flipped their position she would moan out words to spur him on and spur him on they did as he began to find a rhythm to his movements. As he pressed her against the bed, thrusting himself into her again and again he would begin to lose himself in the act. Everything was hot, from the surrounding furs and blankets, to his body heat, to her core. Everything felt like a furnace and he would start to lightly sweat from the exertion of bringing them both these incredible feelings. This release of that inner fire, that hunger, that need he had felt was exactly what he had required and he unleashed every restrained ounce of it upon her. His Queen, his prize. When he commanded her to fight him, she would meet his red eyed gaze with eyes of sapphire and a wicked smile would adorn her features. He would return it as she spoke, he had never been called ‘lord’ anything before. He found he rather liked the way it sounded.

She would start to fight, struggling against him with her own strength, trying to slip fingers out from his hands. However he would be too strong for that, and he would hold her fast, a low growl escaping his lips as he expended more effort into the contest. Of course even if she was no match for him in strength, struggling at all would require him to exert more force. It was what he wanted, what he craved. But they both knew he was the stronger of them. She would need to try something else to truly compete and he knew she would. Could instinctively tell she would come up with something. However even so, as her body fought and bucked beneath him, their shifting forms would give him deeper access to her and he would feel her body respond. Her groan of desire and want was matched by his own as her walls tightened around him. Her gasps at her futile attempts to overpower him would spur him on even more. Now she too would look to him and growl.

Then she would lift her body up, not her arms, but her body itself, and when she did she would come within range of his neck again, near the original mark of her ownership. There she would clamp down with her teeth, biting hard although without the fangs. His gasp of mixed pleasure and pain would give him a hitch in his thrusts and he would groan before renewing his efforts with surging vigor. She pulled against him, trying to escape but he would end that contest with his next move. First he would release her arm, and shift his hands to beneath her legs. Then he would push them up, so her knees were near her head. Her own legs limiting the movement of her arms and body and with his superior strength he could hold her like this all day if necessary. The act provided a different angle to his thrusts and he was able to reach as deep into her as he possibly could. His groan of pleasure at the different sensation would drive him further. He felt something begin to build, but of course he didn’t know what. With beleaguered breath he would speak. “S-something is building..” He would half gasp, half moan, his red eyes looking to her for some sort of guidance on what was to happen next, all the while continuing his motions.

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The growl that came from Valen as she struggled against him thrilled her to her core, quite literally. Being held down by him was what she wanted, a lust filled fight for dominance that had her moaning and shaking beneath him. Each time he thrust into her deeply she would cry out, her cries growing louder and more frenzied as his speed and force increased. She could see that her struggling was just as enjoyable for him as it was for her, and that only motivated her to fight back harder, to truly earn her sweet release.

When her teeth met the tender flesh of his neck she felt his movements pause as he gasped with combined pain and pleasure, and although he wouldn’t see it with her mouth pressed against his neck he may be able to feel the return of her smile. In that momentary pause she felt that she might have won their game, that she had succeeded in her attempts to fight him. The thought gave her a sense of triumph that mixed with the intense pleasure Valen was providing her made her almost euphoric.

She was so very wrong.

With a deep groan he would resume his thrusts and it became her turn to pause as he released her hands to pull her legs up, effectively pinning her arms down with her own legs. As soon as he began moving her legs upwards so that her knees were close to her head, Sayuri knew what was coming. She knew her body very well having spent countless hours experimenting in the carnal arts. She moaned in anticipation of what came next, allowing her legs to fall to either side as much as he gave her room to do, ensuring he had completely unimpeded access to her core. The first thrust he made into her from this position was rewarded with a scream from her lips as she released the grip she had with her teeth against his neck. He couldn’t possibly go any deeper and she felt the firm pressure of his head against her insides while she thrashed. “Yes, my lord. Take all of me, make me yours. . .” She would scream and wail each time he thrust deep inside her, her legs vibrating as her climax built steadily. It didn’t quite hurt as he thrust into her over and over, but she knew it should, she remembered when it had before and she held onto that memory and projected it onto the present. She wanted him to break her, to devour her and tear her to pieces. She wanted him to force her to scream his name, to bend her to his will. She wanted him to dominate her completely. Each time he slammed into her she would shake and scream, voicing her wants aloud to Valen - the Lord Ember.

When he spoke of something building she would look into his eyes and attempt to offer a reassuring nod. “It’s alright my Lord Ember, it is your release, your climax. It is what all of this was for, keep going and you will see. Trust me, and do as I say. Thrust harder my Lord, and faster. Let it go.” Her words were not steady, and her voice wavered each time he pounded against her, but as she tried to explain the concept of an orgasm mid coitus she felt her own build rapidly and before she could stop herself she would shake violently while her core spasmed around him rapidly. Her climax ripped through her as she spoke the words ‘let it go’ and the next words out of her mouth was his name; Lord Ember. She screamed and thrashed and fought wildly as she let ecstasy take her over and she waited eagerly for her Lord’s own release.

He felt the curvature of her smile as he lost his rhythm. Could practically sense the smug satisfaction that she had at the prospect of winning the contest. It made it all so much sweeter when he turned the tables and proved just how wrong she was. As he moved her legs up he heard her moan in anticipation and with the first incredibly deep thrust into her he was rewarded with a beautiful scream from her lips. Her teeth released from his flesh and he felt just as well as she did how deep he was within her. It brought a bone deep moan from him and as he continued his rhythm, picking it back up with the new angle in mind she would begin to thrash. Her legs vibrated as she screamed for more of him. Wanting him to take her, to make her his in this. Instinctively he picked up the force of his thrusts, pounding himself into her as hard as he could although he knew she would not be able to feel pain from this. Moving one hand, he would use one arm to hold both legs up, moving the grip to be at her ankles.

From there he would reach down for her throat and grip it tightly with his other hand, his red eyes bearing down upon her pale form as he worked. In public, for all the world to see, he was hers. Her shinobi, her warrior, her knight if need be. In here though, in private. The tables turned she was his. He was the predator here and he would have her as he pleased. He had never felt such an animalistic instinct before that moment as the fire raged within him, being built higher and hotter than he could expel through their coitus. With each impact of their bodies, each thrust of himself deep within her, she would shake and scream. When it came time for his build up, his question to her would cause her eyes to meet his. With a nod and a wavering voice as she fought to control it she would tell him. His release, his climax. She told him to trust her, to do as she said in this. To thrust harder, faster, and to let himself go. However as she ended it something seemed to metaphorically tear through her, and her new name for him ‘Lord Ember’ would echo through the palace as she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Of course this would have an effect. For as her body shook, and spasmed, her core tightening around him and bringing him an intense amount of pleasure he would reach a whole new vista of the feeling as his own build up hit it’s own peak. Her own body bucked against him in her intense pleasure and his own continued the motions they had been doing as he felt his own cry of a name for her from him echo and resonate. ‘Winter Queen’, she would be his ‘Winter Queen’ henceforth should she allow it but in the moment her willingness to let it be mattered not as he felt himself release within her. A shuddering peak of pleasure would overwhelm him and he would feel himself hold her tight against him instinctively, holding himself within her as he spasmed and pulsed, releasing for the first time in his life. It seemed to go on forever but in reality could have only been a few seconds. Releasing her throat, and her legs, he would fall next to her, his eyes upon hers if they could be. His heavy breathing resonated through the hall and he held her pale form against him. A sheen of sweat was upon him from the effort and he fought to catch his breath.

When he did he would do two things, first, he would pull her into a feverish kiss, one he held for a time before releasing it. The next thing would be to ask a question. One he could not have asked while in the act. “What was that?” He would ask, taking a breath between each word. He moved to throw the furs and blankets over them, to curl up under the comfortable covers and onto the bed. To talk about what that had been for while when she had started him off he could figure out what to do. He did not know what the act in itself was. Should she allow him to cover them with covers and blankets, he would still hold her against him. Relishing in the full body contact of her cool skin against his. The perfect antithesis to all the surrounding warmth.

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(This will be the last post I claim utilizing RT experience. I will now turn this thread into a FB for Valen as well, freeing up a thread slot and causing him to earn 5 exp a post. I will reset my post counter on the next post to facilitate this.)

As Sayuri’s climax shook her she heard Valen call her his Winter Queen. She enjoyed the title from his lips and she had no thoughts of disallowing it. As his own orgasm came she felt him release within her, and she groaned at the new heat inside of her. From her position she could not hold on to him; her arms and legs were pinned down and all she could do was stare into his eyes as she lay beneath him, completely at his mercy. She could feel the exertion through his muscles and the sheen of sweat across his skin, even his breathing was ragged. As he released her legs and throat she would sigh quietly, watching in amusement as he fell next to her. She would hold his gaze as he caught his breath, readily climbing into his embrace again and kissing him passionately.

With her arms and legs now freed, she would entwine herself around him as their lips locked, prolonging her arousal and their intimacy. His question gave her pause however, and she would pull back from him slightly and prop herself up on one elbow as she considered her answer. She had correctly guessed that he was inexperienced, however had not been expecting him to have no knowledge of the act itself. She decided that bluntness was the most appropriate way to handle the question. “That, my Lord Ember, was sex. I trust you enjoyed yourself?” Her question was rhetorical of course, it could not have been any more clear that he had enjoyed himself. She would extend a hand to Valen’s face as he pulled the covers over them both, her finger resting lightly against his jaw as she pressed her thumb along his lower lip. “I enjoyed it quite a bit. You have a natural aptitude for the carnal arts, my dear Ember. And for domination, pain and pleasure.” She allowed herself to be held close by him as she spoke, pausing to press her forehead gently against his as she had before, her lips just out of reach of his own. Her eyes had faded from frosted black to brilliant blue once more and she kept them on his red ones as she spoke quietly. “My appetite for all three is insatiable, my Lord Ember. What I mean to say is that there is never a time when I do not crave those things. While you are here I request that you attend to my needs as you just did. Unless of course. . . you do not wish to, then you are free of such a burden.” She would kiss him gently as she finished her request, her tongue tracing along his lips and attempting to part them to find entrance. It was a request, she knew she could probably order him to do it, but that didn’t seem as exciting.

With her legs and arms now free she would seem to wrap herself in him and he would relish the feel of their naked forms against each other again. The full body contact between them felt incredible and as he kissed her and she returned it he would feel his own arousal still, painfully so in fact. So when she pulled back from him after his question and propped herself on an elbow he would resist the urge to whimper a complaint. He did not whimper, not ever, and he would not stoop so low for anything. Even if it was something that was absolutely amazing. When she answered his question his eyes would show recognition of the term. Nodding his head in understanding. The correlation between the act and the word itself that he had clearly heard before but simply had not known what it was, she would place her thumb upon his lower lip as he finger rested upon his jaw.

When she spoke of his own apparent aptitude for the act he would flash her a brief smile. It always felt good to be acknowledged as good at something. Especially something you had never done before and as he held her against him, relishing again in the full body contact. She would press her forehead against his, her eyes meeting his. Her’s had changed again, back to a brilliant blue and she held his gaze as she spoke. Her words would reignite that fire he had felt earlier. She was effectively giving him permission to take her as he wished while he was here. She would also tell him that he could in fact decline to do so if he so wished. Seemingly with no recompense. Still though not doing something as incredible as they had just done seemed illogical. When she finished speaking she would finally kiss him, letting the distance between their lips close and when she did she would slowly move her tongue lightly across his lips. Curious he would part them and allow entrance and the kiss would become even deeper and more intimate than he could have imagined.

A sudden sharp inhalation of breath was his response, at least initially, because it would only happen a moment before he moves to roll them so she was atop him again. His hands would move to her waist if successful and lift her so that he could enter her again. Provided this was not stopped he would do so, his lips never breaking the kiss as he entered her and another sharp inhalation of breath would greet the sensation. He would break the kiss once he was within her as deep as he could be and his red eyes would meet her blue ones before speaking. “Then I’ll take you as I please while we are here. While in public I am yours, to command as you see fit. I will treat you with whatever respect is required.” He would say as he lifted her mostly off of him again before setting her back down. Then he would speak again, his voice unintentionally huskier than before. “In private though...you’re mine.” He would say, the last word coming out in a snarl as he would move one hand up from her waist to wrap around her throat again and drag her into another kiss. When he did he would begin to thrust up again, using the other hand on her form to pull her against him which had the added benefit of prolonging as much of the full body contact as possible.

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Valen was very receptive to her kiss and it took only a few moments after her initial kiss for him to roll over and lift her up so she hovered astride him once again. It was only a split second between when she realized that he was about to enter her again and when he actually did, but that second stretched out into an infinity of torturous anticipation. As Valen lowered her once more onto his shaft Sayuri groaned deeply into their kiss, her fingers curling around his shoulders as the sensation of being filled returned and sent a shudder of delight through her. As soon as he could reach no further inside her she would grind against him with her hips, whimpering as he broke their kiss. As he spoke of taking her as he pleased she would bite her lower lip and smile down at him, her cheeks reddening as she pleasured herself atop him. She had managed to find an angle and rhythm with her movements that given a few more seconds she knew would bring her to climax, she was in a heightened state of arousal and with being overstimulated from the fire earlier meant it could even take mere words to bring about her release once more.

Her breathing quickened and her heart raced, her movements picking up speed in the few precious seconds he had allowed her. And just as she felt herself begin to fall over the edge he lifted her once more nearly off of him. Her body trembled in his hands and she cried out in frustration as her climax was stalled. Looking into his red eyes she spoke a single word under her breath; “Please.” Whether he heard her or not she was unsure, but it hardly mattered to her as he pushed her back down onto him and claimed her. As soon as he was fully in her once more and near simultaneously to the phrase ‘You’re mine’ and his hand around her throat, Sayuri’s body would convulse as her second climax of that day washed over her. She kissed him greedily as she shook, trying to meet his upwards thrusts with her downwards ones, adding as much force as she could to them. Remembering their game from earlier, Sayuri would struggle to pull away from Valen and move to the otherside of the bed, a smug grin on her face as she goaded him. Unless she managed to completely catch him off guard it was unlikely that she could pull away from his grip, but her movements this time were more insistent as she saw how much he seemed to love the game. Whether she escaped or not, her voice would come out breathy as she challenged him. “I am yours Lord Ember, when you make me yours.”

The blonde haired woman moaned deeply into their kiss as he re-entered her and her fingers wrapped around his shoulders. When he was fully sheathed within her she would begin to move against him, her hips moving back and forth in a rhythm. He found the motion intoxicating and as he broke the kiss to speak she would whimper and bite her lip to his words. Her smile down on him and the reddening of her cheeks told him all he needed to know of how she thought of that as she continued to grind against him as he was within her. So when her breathing quickened and her movements picked up pace and he stopped her he would be surprised when her body shook and a frustrated cry rang out of her lips. When she uttered the cry of ‘please’ he would begin to gain the inkling of an idea. However he would wait first, and make sure she understood what he was doing. As he entered her once more, his hand around her throat and his voice calling out that she was his she would shudder again in her second release of the day.

The kiss she gave him during that was hot and filled with lust and he returned it eagerly, matching it’s want, it’s desire. As they fell into another rhythm she would begin to struggle and pull away from him. Working to move to the other side of the bed, a self important little smirk on her features as she looked to him. She would challenge him now, telling him that she was his when he made it true. The words ignited another fire in him as he rolled them both over and off the bed, her landing on the floor and him landing atop her, his weight pinning her. During the short descent he would have fallen out and he quickly entered her once more as his hand went back around her throat, his red eyes looking into her blue ones as he began to increase his pace. He would continue this for a time until he saw her begin to show signs of release again and when she did he would stop as close to the edge for her as possible. Regardless if he was near it himself or not. He would continue this pattern, always stopping long enough for her to lose her release each time he brought her to the razor’s edge of it. His body weight pinning her to the ground and his hand tightly gripping her throat his voice would come out again. “Say it.” He would growl, commanding her with the two simple words to admit that she was his.

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As expected, Valen was much stronger than her and her attempt to teasingly scurry away from him was thwarted before she got the chance to actually escape. She could see the fire in his eyes and she took it as encouragement, futilely attempting to deny him. When he rolled them both off the bed she was both thrilled and momentarily saddened when she felt him slip out of her. She would even let out a frustrated cry in the few seconds that she was without him inside of her. In her mind the cry she had uttered had been rewarded with him swiftly reentering her, though she soon learned that was not the case at all.

She gasped and writhed beneath him as he moved inside of her with renewed vigor; the man’s grip around her throat and his weight pinning her down was exciting and before long she found another climax building. Her breathing increased and her struggling was now throes of passion rather than an attempt to tease and play. She could feel how close she was and then just as she was at the precipice. . . he stopped. This time her cry of frustration was met with stony silence and was not rewarded. At first she thought nothing of it beyond her own fading heat. Try as she might, no writhing or pleading could push him to allow her release. She stared into his eyes with defiance as she realized the game.

Eventually he resumed his pace and she moved with him once more, allowing herself to draw ever nearer to the release she so desperately craved. And once more, just as she was about to climax, he stopped again. Every single time she grew close he would stop. And every time he would stop she would voice her frustration. At first she whimpered and groaned, but eventually she growled and screamed, her passion had risen to a dangerous frenzy and were it not for him being able to physically hold her back she would have torn him to pieces. She both loved and hated it. Silent tears of frustration rolled down her cheeks and yet she never once asked him to stop. She enjoyed this torture, it was diabolical and divine.

When he finally growled out his command she was near madness, her eyes flashing with anger and lust. She couldn’t recall how much time had gone by, how long he had kept her from achieving her release, but it felt like hours or years. It was an eternity. Every piece of her begged for it, for her to just say the words he wanted to hear. So that finally she could ascend. A defiant streak still shone through though and she would grit her teeth and stare up at him menacingly. As menacingly as one could given her position. Even though he wasn’t moving she could still feel him inside her, pressing against her, robbing her of life giving breath. It was so incredibly erotic that she never wanted it to end. But she also needed to give in, she could feel how loose of a hold she still had on her own sanity. With a voice quiet and strained she whispered the words he wanted to hear. The ones that would hopefully grant her sweet release if he was merciful. “I’m yours.”

The porcelain skinned woman writhed beneath him as he pinned her with his body weight. She was unable to escape to even harm him in any way with the exception of biting but if she did that she would be unable to get what she wanted out of him in the end after all and that was something she could not allow now was it? As he continued to thrust himself into her, stopping as she was about to release and each pause and wind down period adding on and on to the initial release she would get more and more frustrated. Of course he did not know that each time he brought her close he was making her final release that much more powerful. That was just a happy side effect of torturing her in a way that made her know he was doing it. A way that she would both hate and love at the same time. His hand around her throat would tighten, each time she came close he would too, and their releases would be paused each time. His desire to hear her say the words more important to him in privacy than his own release.

Eventually, during one such pause with his hand tight around her throat, she would say it, the words whispered upon the air between them. ‘I’m yours.’ She had admitted it, openly to him. And just like that a switch inside of him would be flipped. His grip upon her throat would tighten harder as he began to thrust into her with even more force. The clapping of their bodies echoing across the chamber of ice as he began to push himself into her with as much force as his body could handle. A red haze came about him as he took her. His breathing labored heavily as he went, bringing, hopefully both of them, to a viciously pleasurable release. As he felt his own pleasure begin to mount, like a cup being filled slowly until it overflowed, he would make his pace faster, but still just as hard. As he worked to bring both of them to an explosive release he would grit his teeth for a moment before pulling her lips to his by his grasp upon her throat and he would kiss her with a renewed and feverish vigor.

As he felt himself go mad with lust and want and desire he would suddenly reach his climax and with a deep groan of ecstasy into the kiss he would feel himself release hard. He would thrust through his release, ensuring she got hers if he could before he fell atop her, exhausted beyond description, his breathing ragged, his sweat covered body spent. His grip on her throat would release and wearily, he would move to pick her up, moving her back onto the bed if able and collapsing onto it next to her his head upon her chest as his vision darkened and he blacked out from a combined state of exhaustion, bone deep weariness, and lingering pleasure. As he blacked out his arm would move to wrap loosely around her waist and lightly hold her close. It wouldn’t be strong enough for her to be trapped there. However it would appear as it seemed, a gesture of want, of desire for her to be there. Not romantically, no, Valen didn’t understand the meaning of such thoughts and feelings. No, it was more of a gesture of possession. Publicly, he was hers, here though, she was his. He had said so herself after all. As he drifted off, unconsciousness taking him two words would escape his lips, words he would never say to anyone else, not and mean it as he did for her. "My Queen..." He would say, before his voice trailed off, barely a whisper upon the air, as her own admission of her being his had been.

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Her final admission of belonging to Valen was quickly rewarded as his grip tightened viciously around her throat, effectively cutting off her air supply. Sayuri wasn’t in any danger, she’d held her breath for literal hours before, so she didn’t feel fear, only intense pleasure. Without air she could no longer speak, not that she would have said much that was intelligible anyway. As the force of his thrusts increased she felt her climax build once more, and she showed her passion in other ways. Her nails dug into Valen’s flesh, running savage lines across his back and arms as she tried to match his force. She wasn’t as strong as he was so she couldn’t, but she did manage to wrap her legs around his waist to give him a better angle to thrust deeper into her. She kept her eyes open, staring into his red eyes as he took her, all while silently screaming in ecstasy.

She lost herself in his kiss, trying to pull him as close to her as possible as she felt him release within her. Her own climax followed and tiny spots of light filled her vision as the intensity from his earlier torture and her current lack of oxygen culminated in a devastatingly forceful release. She gasped as he released his grip on her throat, taking several gulping breaths as he lay atop her. When he lifted her up to move her to the bed she had no strength to resist, languidly laying where he placed her on the bed, her eyelids heavy with satisfaction as he wrapped his arm loosely around her waist. She could have continued, wanted to continue, but she could see the exhaustion overtaking him and she curled herself around him as best she could, gently stroking his dark hair as he whispered those two words to her. “Sleep well, my Lord Ember. . .” Eventually she would fall asleep as well, she could have moved him off of her but she wanted to be right where she was when he awoke.  

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