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pleasure through his cock as he felt
it hit the mouth of her womb.
    He uttered a loud groan as she slowly lifted herself upwards
again. The cold air hit his cock, wet with her juices, and made the heat of her
body even more sizzling. He could hardly breathe anymore. His heart was going
to burst out of his chest. He reached toward her, but she grabbed his wrists
and held them pinned over his head, her breasts brushing against his chin. He
lowered his head and sucked at one of her nipples with his mouth. It was taut,
and when he suckled it Tamara ground her hips even more firmly against his,
wedging his cock even deeper inside her.
    Shivers of delight ran down his spine. Then Tamara leaned
over and pressed her lips to his. At the same time, she increased the tempo of
her strokes, her hips lifting and falling faster and faster. His cock was
burning. His tongue reached and parried hers. His cock head hit her womb with
each long, hard plunge into her. Coherent thought fled, all sensation gathered
in his belly and started to grow. Soon all that mattered was his cock driving
to her womb, and each second, each minute seemed to lengthen and then become
perfectly crystalline, hardening in his loins. Pain merged with pleasure until
his muscles clenched, and then a flutter began in his chest. Suddenly he felt
her cunt pulsate wildly as a blinding orgasm ripped through him and a golden
note left his throat as he began to sing. A higher, silvery note joined his as Tamara
threw her head back and sang. Music burst from her throat in a symphony of
emotion.
    Elf song! The sound wrapped around them and bound them
together. Each long spasm as he ejaculated echoed in a note rising from his
throat. Part of his chi left his body in the song, part of his heart. A soft
golden glow seemed to envelop them as their chi met and melded together.
Ripples of music washed over them, wrapping around their bodies in a visible
cloak of music.
    Afterwards, the very walls seemed to vibrate and echo with
their music. Tamara raised her head from off his shoulder and looked at him,
her eyes dancing. “I hope the demons don’t mind noisy visitors,” she said.
    Llewellyn pulled her down on top of him then rolled over,
throwing his leg over her hip and pinning her against his chest. “I don’t care.
I’m too tired to care, for one.” He blinked and laughed softly. “I didn’t
expect that.”
    “I did.” She would always surprise him. She kissed his lips
softly. “I hoped, at any rate. I hoped with all my heart.”
    Her eyelashes fluttered closed as she spoke, and to his
amusement her last words ended in a soft snore. He kissed the tip of her nose
and made sure the covers were securely wrapped around them before closing his
own eyes and drifting to that place dreams haunt.

Chapter Eight
    Hivernia
     
    The journey back to Hivernia was uneventful. Llewellyn would
not let Tamara speak to her own tribe. He went to deliver the message himself,
but didn’t wait for a reply. They were in a hurry to reach Hivernia before the
snows blocked the passes completely. They were already late.
    Tamara fretted as they climbed the slopes, but her worries
were unfounded. Bald Pass, the northernmost pass in Hivernia, was snowed in but
still open. There were troops of elves there, and every day they cleared the
passes. By order of King Branagh, the elves told them, as they stopped in a
small hut and had some lunch.
    Tamara was still shy around so many different men. The ice
demons hadn’t counted, but the first glimpse she got of a group of men elves
together made her cling to Llewellyn’s arm in panic.
    “They won’t hurt you,” he said, trying to pry her grip loose
and get her moving again.
    She hung back, but when he started to go on without her she
bounded to his side. It took a few minutes for her to get up the nerve to say
hello, and when they didn’t shout or go crazy, as her clan mothers had warned
her they could, she relaxed. Maybe her clan had been exaggerating.