A Fantasy of a Sensual Nature

This is not suited for anyone under 18. If you are offended by adult themes of a sexual nature DO NOT READ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

This would be Alyssiana's and Xolyn's first time together. And Aly's first time with a man for several, long years. (You can guess who Aly is and who Xolyn would be... ~wink~)



Alyssiana's eyes glanced towards the bed in the center of the room before sweeping around the space and returning to settle on the man standing beside her. She had been alone with Xolyn before, but this was the first time since he had been returned to her from the grave. It was still unnerving to know that he hadn't been killed and that he was with her once more, standing beside her and wanting her more than ever.
"Nervous, my love?" Xolyn asked softly, gently, as he brushed a kiss across the top of her head. Aly merely nodded, looking up into his dark brown eyes, a smile touching her lips.
Xolyn reached around her and unbuckled her sword belt, dropping it onto a table near him, then unbuckled his as well. That, too, was dropped upon the table. Aly's eyes never left her beloved. Her betrothed.
"Grandfather isn't going to be too happy," she half-giggled.
Xolyn pulled her gently towards him, into his arms. Alyssiana went willing, never faltering in her steps. "I don't care."
Aly wrapped her arms around his waist and lifted her lips to his and whispered, "Neither do I." She smiled softly as her lips met his, and they kissed deeply, longingly.
Slowly, Xolyn moved backwards towards the bed, pulling Alyssiana gently with him. Breaking the kiss, his hands found the buttons on the back of her top and he quickly undid them, pulling the top over his love's head. His hands slid to the back of her breast-band, which he then removed just as easily before allowing them to fall to her breeches. Those too, he unbuttoned and slid off over her hips. Alyssiana stood, gazing into his eyes, a soft, almost-uncertain smile on her lips as she pulled her lover-to-be's shirt off and fumbled with his breeches.
A lopsided grin crossed Xolyn's face and he helped his nervous love to remove his clothing. There, they stood, with nothing on but what they were born in. Xolyn's hands softly began moving over his betrothed's body, pinching here, caressing there.
Alyssiana slowly began to explore her love's body and soon, they fell upon the bed, exploring each other and learning one another's each and every curve, every scar.

After long hours of love-making, Aly lay curled up next to her lover, her finger tracing across his chest in no particular design or manner, enjoying the feel of his skin, his dark, curly chest hairs beneath her finger. Her head rested in the crook of his arm and he lay watching her, a smile on his lips.
"I told you I was riddled with scars," he said teasingly.
Alyssiana made a face and leaned over and nipped his nipple before looking up at him with a laugh. "You are not!"
With a laugh of his own, Xolyn rolled over, pinning her beneath him. "I will be if you keep that up," he growled mockingly.
She looked up at him with a devilish grin on her lips, "What do you plan on doing to keep me from doing that again?" She asked innocently, her hands sliding around and caressing his back teasingly.
"This," he said, crushing her lips beneath his in a deep, long, kiss. Their tongues warred with each other as he once more, began taking his true love to new heights.