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coming back into the tribe after leaving it for a male was death. But when the
clan chief mother heard her tale, she would surely waive her punishment and
agree to help Hivernia and the ice demons defeat the Mouse King! And then,
after that, she had to find a way to give Llewellyn back his elf song, and at
the same time discover her own. Only true love would unlock the notes of that
song. It was too early to tell, but she found herself wishing with all her
heart that Llewellyn was the key.
    She stared out the ice-paned window at the night sky, where
mysterious borealis shimmered red and green. Her world suddenly seemed to
teeter on the edge of a knife, and she wasn’t sure which way it would fall.
     
    Llewellyn could tell Tamara’s mind was in turmoil. He thought
he could guess at some of it, for they shared the same fears and doubts. But he
wondered how much of it was due to regret at leaving her home. A d’ark t’uath
had never left her clan to marry—at least in his time.
    After he undressed, he sat next to her and ran his hands
over her back, massaging gently.
    She sighed and leaned back into his embrace. He lifted her
tunic off and then slid under the covers with her. Together they soon had the
furs toasty warm. And the touch of her skin was enough to arouse him. He slid
his cock between her legs, slowly pushing it in and out, practically purring as
the satin skin of her inner thighs stroked him.
    She kept her back to him and pressed her buttocks closer,
opening her legs to catch his cock with them. “Got you,” she giggled, and
squeezed tightly.
    He reached over her shoulders and captured one of her
breasts in his hand. “Got you too,” he said. He loved the feel of her
breast—heavy and firm, her nipple hardened to a little pebble when he pinched
it. He pinched it gently, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Then she
reached down between her legs and grabbed his cock.
    That made him groan aloud. Her fingers closed around it and
then she started a slow but steady pumping, coaxing him to move his hips. Her
own hips pressed backwards and she spread her legs so he felt the wickedly wet
heat of her sex.
    But she didn’t let him press his advances. Letting go of
him, she twisted around so that she faced him. Without a word, she looped her
arms around his neck and kissed him. He let her mouth explore his. She urged
his lips apart with her tongue and then ran it over his front teeth, then
dipped it in his mouth. She tasted of spice and wintermint. He opened his mouth
wider, deepening their kiss. His breath came quickly as the image of her lush
lips closing over his cock came to mind. He crushed her to him, wanting to melt
into her kiss, her arms, her embrace, so that he couldn’t tell where he left
off and she began.
    “Wait.” She broke off. Her face pensive, she leaned up on
one elbow.
    “What is it?” His mouth felt swollen, his eyelids heavy. His
cock throbbed with each of his heartbeats. He wanted to thrust it into her, to
hear her cry out…
    “I wanted to say that I love you.” She said it quickly,
then, to his surprise, blushed.
    He let the words sink in. They felt right, falling into a
place he’d kept free. A place that hadn’t been filled until now. A smile tugged
at his mouth. “I love you too, Tamara. I’m glad you chose me as your husband.”
    Sheer relief flashed in her eyes and they filled with tears.
    “No, don’t cry, my love.” He took her face in his hands and
drew her down for another kiss. He loved losing himself in her kisses.
    She rolled him over on his back and straddled him. Her
thighs spread on each side of his waist, she offered him a clear view of her
sex. That was nice. But even better when she lifted her hips, balanced above
him for a minute, then, ever so slowly sank down onto his cock.
    He watched, his throat going suddenly dry, as she eased
herself down. Reaching the bottom, she thrust her hips forward, grinding her
pelvis against his and sending shocks of