Wizardess
an excerpt

Thiella closed the door behind Elize and was almost immediately caught around the waist by Dorgan. He turned her around and kissed her more passionately than he had ever kissed her before.
“Dorgan, what…”
“I can’t keep it under the radar anymore, Thiella,” Dorgan explained. “I need you to know that.”
Thiella looked into his eyes, her own sparkling. “I know.” She wrapped her arms around him. “We haven’t had the chance to really be alone. I mean, we have, but we always had other issues that needed our attention, and…”
He kissed her again. “Less talk, my love,” he breathed. “More of this.” His hands gripped her tightly around the waist and lifted her off the floor. She gasped a little, not expecting it. Instinctively, her legs wrapped around his own waist as he carried her to the bed. She wasn’t sure what had gotten into him at that point, but she knew he wanted her. His heart was pounding through his tunic; she felt it against her own chest. He sat down; making sure Thiella could sit comfortably on his lap as he did.
Dorgan kept kissing her, growing more urgent with each one. Her return kisses were just as fierce. Thiella found her breath running off on her with each caress his hands made. His fingers traced a trail of shivers over her back and shoulders, finding the ribbon which held her bodice closed. A quick yank loosened that enough that he slid the thing easily over her head.
She remembered how quickly he averted his eyes back at her father’s house when he accidentally saw her in just a nightgown. Now, as her own tunic came off shortly after the bodice, she smiled to find that he wasn’t afraid to look at her. She saw it in his eyes, he didn’t only want her. He needed her.
Dorgan ran his fingers gently across Thiella’s now naked breasts, a satisfied grin spreading on his face as he watched the goose flesh rise across her upper chest and her breath caught in a sharp intake. Her nipples hardened into tiny pink points, one on each full, white mound of flesh.
It was almost as though an animal were released within Thiella. She wasted as little time as possible tearing Dorgan’s shirt off of him. He buried his face in her neck, kissing and nipping hungrily while he dug his fingers deeply into her thick, pale green hair. The action prompted Thiella to let her head fall back while her hands ran both curiously and groping across his back and shoulders. Thiella was filled with new sensation after new sensation as Dorgan’s lips moved off her neck and kissed a trail down her collarbone, between her heaving breasts and to the right, climbing over her flesh to the pert nipple. Drawing it into his mouth, he let out a soft chuckle as he felt Thiella shudder in his arms. She reflexively grabbed his head as he let his tongue flick at her, raising the goose flesh anew across her skin. Finally he let go of the very hardened nipple, and gazed up at her.
“I love you, Thiella,” he said simply grinning up at her before devouring her other nipple. He knew she loved him as well, but he felt ecstatically tumultuous when she gasped a breathless “I love you” in return. There was no doubt in his mind that this was the woman he’d be spending the rest of his life with. For that reason, he wanted their first night together in this respect to be as perfect as was possible. He turned Thiella gently around and lay her on the bed. They both wanted to take their time, to enjoy and savour every touch, every sensation, every gasp they gave each other.
Thiella caressed his chest and shoulders, gripping his solid arms as she moved herself up to kiss him again. And again. She couldn’t get enough of his lips on her, wherever they were.
Hands reached around her waist, fiddling with the ties on the sides of her skirt. Arching her back, she allowed him to lift her hips to make it easier. Once the ties loosened their grip on her waist, the skirt slid off with ease, her under-skirt coming with it. Thiella’s face flushed, although it wasn’t with shyness. Instead, she felt ablaze and emboldened by desire. Now thoroughly naked, Thiella felt more confident in herself than ever before.
Dorgan had only admiration in his eyes as he gazed on her exposed figure. His desire to explore his bride-to-be’s exposed flesh overtook him. He kissed her stomach, enjoying her back-arches and shivers with each touch. He grazed her with his fingers, watching with delight at each twitch she let jolt through her body. As he explored deeper and more thoroughly, he noticed her twitches and shudders were getting more and more intense as well. It wasn’t long before he almost couldn’t keep himself under control anymore. It took a fair amount of effort to do so… especially when she was reaching for the belt around his own waist. She wanted him all right; possibly even more than he wanted her.
He had to keep reminding himself to slow down a little, take things easily and to be gentle. Dorgan knew that Thiella had no experiences on the sexual and sensual front. In fact, he believed he was the first man she had ever kissed. Meanwhile, Dorgan had married young, and become a widower well before he should have. It may have been an arranged marriage, but the sting was no less intense at that time, ten years ago. It was one reason why he vowed to himself to never let anything else happen to Thiella. He loved her much more intensely than he had his first wife; to lose her, he thought, would kill him as well.
Dorgan finally let her get his pants off, leaving his boots with them. He lay down next to her, just watching her. Pink circles stood out on her pale cheeks, surrounding her parted lips. Her eyes were wide with content, although neither of them was anywhere near done for the night. He took her hand in his own, and they gazed at each other silently, the occasional whisper of a laugh or sigh of breath breaking the near-perfect silence. With a single finger brushing against her cheek, Dorgan leaned in to kiss her again, gently tugging her hand down toward his groin. Flushing even more with discovery, Thiella’s hand closed around him, causing him now to shudder.
“I don’t want to wait any longer,” she said quietly. He nodded, knowing exactly what she meant. “Just… be gentle,” she whispered as they repositioned themselves in preparation.
He knew why. First-time sex in any circumstance was an important event in one’s life; if it was too fast, sloppy, awkward or otherwise bad, one may be turned against it for a long, long time. Not only that, but understanding the inherent fragility of Cerrdents, Dorgan knew that Thiella was concerned about her own body. It wasn’t as though she’d break on him, but her natural sensitivity to many things was greatly increased due to her Cerrdent blood.
“I won’t hurt you,” Dorgan said in a whisper. “I never want to see you hurting. Not in any way.” He kissed her again, gently but hungrily. He didn’t want to wait any longer either. He separated her knees with first one then the other of his own, and waited for her to acknowledge her total readiness.
With her nod, he gently broke through the barrier that would keep them separate. Her sharp gasp was anything but pained. Dorgan kept his sense of urgency in check as slowly and passionately, he made love to Thiella. Their ever-present closeness seemed to grow ever closer as both of them felt something for the first time.
The feeling of their souls merging during this act was so intense it seemed as though neither of them could ever separate from the other. They felt the fusion, something that they were both intensely grateful they had never had to share that with another. The two of them felt each other’s intensity climb as they both neared their climax, tumbling over the edge of such while clasped in each other’s arms.

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Thiella laid her head on Dorgan’s chest while they both caught their breath. Never had she felt anything so intense; or so right. She was confident in the fact that he was fully a part of her, and they would always carry a part of each other with them.
“Thiella?” She gazed up at him, the grin of afterglow still playing at the edges of her mouth.
“What’s troubling you love?” she asked.
“Promise me something.”
“Hmm?”
“Promise me… that you’ll never leave me.” Thiella lifted her head to look fully at him. The concern and fear in his eyes nearly started her crying. She knew he had lost his wife – his first wife – a decade earlier. But she also knew that if it were up to her, he’d never have to deal with something like that again.
“I promise, with all that is within my power to do so, that I will not leave you,” she said. She kissed him. “I could never willingly do that to you.”
His arms closed tightly around her. “Good,” he whispered into her hair when she lay back down. “I don’t think I could live if I lost you.”
A single tear escaped from Thiella’s eye. She loved Dorgan with everything she had. To hear his fears about losing her broke her heart.
“Dorgan,” she said quietly, “I love you. With everything I have.”
“I love you too, Thiella. With my entire being.”
Within moments, they slept quietly in each others’ arms.