Magic Knight Rayearth Fan Fiction ❯ The Glaciers' Widow ❯ coimus, amata mea ( Chapter 11 )

~*Coimus, amata mea*~

*Walk with me, my beloved*

Ferio, tightening Fuu in his arms, he walked along the secret passage while she gave small kisses on his neck: he groaned with pleasure at the quick touch of her cold lips and his hands held her to the point to bruise her. Ferio closed his eyes tasting her kisses and her warmth's feeling on his body, and he was about to stumble. Come in his bedroom, Ferio stretched her on the bed and kissed Fuu again: their lips interpenetrated; his tongue sought desperately a passage in her mouth and when he had found it, he caressed Fuu's tongue and with sinuous movements he explored the inside of her warm and welcoming mouth. Fuu started when she sensed that inner caress, but then she indulged in the new experience and she exchanged shyly the caress. Ferio felt as in Heaven: her mouth's taste, her tongue's silky touch and her body's warmth urged him to take her then and there. Part of his body had awakened and quivering was preparing to what he awaited from seven moons.

Suddenly Fuu moved him away, sat and lowered her eyes.

" What's wrong, Fuu-chan?" he asked worried " If thou have changed idea I can take thou in thy bedroom."

" I-it isn't this the matter....."

She whispered blushing. He laid a hand on her cheek and smiling he asked her what worried her.

" I-I.... I never have.... thou art my first, and so..... "

Ferio jumped at those words: he didn't like girls that lacked in experience. But Fuu was a Jucher, and this simple fact explained many things of her temper: he loved her also for this. He too blushed when he said:

" Also for me this is the first time....."

" Liar!"

" Really! This is the first time that I am the first..... I promise thou that I will be most delicate possible, I won't hurt thou.... "

Ferio ended kissing her tenderly.

" But I don't know what do...."

She said between a kiss and the other. Ferio smiled and caressed her cheek:

" Just follow thy instinct, this is the only advice that I could give thou."

Fuu nodded still red. The rain fell never-endingly and the thunders shook the windows.

' Good, ' Ferio said to himself ' so nobody will be able to....'

His thoughts had broken off by the uncertain kisses of Fuu. Groaning, Ferio kissed long her throat where he sensed her veins' frantic pulse, leaving a showy red mark on her pale skin. Meanwhile his hands untied the strings of her shirt, which slipped showing her shoulders and breast tightened by the corset. Ferio felt his body answer at the sight of that tight, swollen, almost naked breast: he didn't have seen it since the clearing of strawberries' sun. Taken by a hungering feeling he kissed with more vehemence her breast, while with his fingers he unlaced the corset.

Fuu bit her delicate fingers, a little bit for the embarrassment and a little bit to keep her silent. But it was a useless trick: when he lifted her skirt's edge to kiss her inner thigh, a spontaneous moan of pleasure rose from her throat. Soon she wore only her underwear.

Ferio's hands had crept under her underwear's fabric and fondled her skin, then Fuu took his hands and laid them on the blanket: a half shy and half malicious smile had budded on her lips and she began to undress Ferio. With an infuriating slowness she removed his green damask tunic and lets it fall on the floor, follows by the belt, the shirt and his pants; but her fingers became unsure when they reach his undergarment's edge, and they didn't go any further. Fuu raised her eyes and peeped at his face: Ferio was there, naked as she, smiling encouraging and reassuring in the same time.

Ferio raised her undershirt's edge and threw it as far as possible and he pushed Fuu against the pillows kissing her with more transport than before: their tongues danced; his hands slipped from her shoulders to caress her arms and her sides, then they went up again on her stomach to stop on her breasts. His hands massaged gently her pale and soft flesh while his fingers played with her nipples, making them stiff. Ferio moved away his lips from hers of few centimeters; his breath caressed her skin and felt the impulse to say something:

" I love thou so much, Fuu, I won't part from thou anything happens......"

Fuu watched him astonished; she then smiled and caressed his unshaved cheeks. She preferred to say nothing, she just pressed her lips against his and touched his tongue with her own.

Ferio broke the kiss, he leaned on a side and kissed again her neck, trailing kisses to her left breast: his lips bite it trembling; his tongue left damps traces on her skin drawing little circles, then he lick up aroused and hard nipple more than once. Then Ferio opened his mouth on it, taking it in his mouth and making attention to don't let marks. Meanwhile, with the left hand, he played with the other breast rubbing the nipple with two fingers, lifting it and letting it fall languidly. His right hand wandered on her body, from the side to the thigh, and he rubbed her underwear; then he began to caress her inner thigh going up, more and more up, and he grazed her between her legs. Fuu gasped when she felt Ferio touch her "there" and she understood that she couldn't more bite her own hand, with which she searched something grip with her teeth: she didn't know much about these things, but Fuu knew that all the Jucher women used to bite a piece of cloth in those occasions. Her people had a more private and symbolic conception of sex compared to the Miargios, whom didn't worry to gossip about what happened between their sheets.

Fuu didn't know what do: thousand thoughts were chased in her mind, thousand doubts, thousand questions. What did Ferio liked? What would have done Arosa then? Was what she had in her mind too stupid or too bold? Then Ferio's words echoed inside her, just follow thy instinct, and this seemed to comfort her. Groaning, she lowered her eyes on Ferio's head and fondled his hair, pressing him unintentionally against herself: her fingers intertwined with the wild locks of his hair, they then slipped on his nape and on his shoulders.

With a last lick, Ferio left the first breast to concentrate his attention on the other, repeating the same ministration. His hand slipped in her underwear and explored her nature: he looked for her more sensible points and he found a kind of gem, when he grazed it with his fingertips and she gasped, he understood to have reached his first target. Ferio massaged the small fleshy pebble with skilled motions; then a finger went down, caressing her soft and damps lips and reached her opening and he teased her fondling her there: he was a bit afraid to go further, he didn't want to take his precious Fuu in that way. Ferio could feel her fluids drip on his fingers, and when they were abundantly wet, he knew that she was ready for the next step.

Fuu complained when Ferio stopped kiss and touch her, but above all when he took himself off from her; but she then blushed furiously and turned her head when he took off his own and her underwear. Ferio slipped her underwear on her slender legs; he positioned on her leaning his weight on the elbows and kissed her.

" I am sorry, but it will hurt a little bit Fuu-chan...... I love thou so much....."

Saying this, Ferio kissed her licking her lips while he with a knee spread her legs; then with a slow but firm movement he entered her breaking her seal. Fuu's eyes widened at the unexpected pain and two tears ploughed her face. Ferio wiped her tears with his fingertips and looked her sheepishly:

" I am sorry.... I should have been more delicate...."

Fuu sketched a reassuring smile, then wrapped her arms around his upper body and leaned her forehead on his shoulder.

" Don't wo-worry, I am all right. No-now it is too late to go back: we must go till the end..."

Ferio closed his eyes while he fondled her ear's lobe with the point of his nose, trembling at the creamy touch of her breath on his neck. A small smile had appeared on his face: was that an other fantasy, a dream that would have disappeared with the morning light? For seven moons he had day-dreamed on her body, he had desired a look or a touch light as a feather: it wasn't just the making love with her -thing totally different from the sex, but having the change to touch and embrace and kiss Fuu as if it was the first and the last time and forever. This was what Ferio wanted: be with Fuu for all the suns that he had to live, love her, cuddle her and share joys and sorrows. Together.

After much time - actually few seconds, he began to move slowly inside her breathing franticly against her skin.

The cascade of new and unknown feelings that flowed on her stunned Fuu..... the warmth and the weight of the beloved man…..

....... the sweat between their bodies.......

...... the intertwining of their hips……..

........ the kisses and the caresses…………

.... and the feeling of mutual completeness, the tension toward an abyss without end, the desire to overcome each limit.....

She didn't care what would have happened to her after that night of passion, it was as if the world didn't exist out that room and didn't exist no rule except that of love. The important thing for Fuu was to belong to Ferio.

Their climax came with the end of the storm: stiffing, Fuu reached first her apex and she suffocated her screams gripping a piece of cloth with her teeth; Ferio followed her after few instants with a loud moan, he then collapsed atop of her.

Ferio slipped out, he stretched close Fuu and he embraced her fondling her sweaty curls; Fuu leaned her head on his chest and was about to fall asleep when a shiver ran on her back. He thighted her more and putted a blanket atop of them.

" I love thou Fuu-chan...."

" I love thou too......."

Fuu whispered before falling asleep definitely.

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Sorry, you waited so much this chapter, but it's the first time that I compare myself with a so-explicit lemon: it hasn't been easy, I was /so/ afraid to become vulgar -I hope I didn't. Moreover in this last month I had the biggest writer's block in the history of fanfiction -I think that it has notably influenced the fact that my English teacher has told me that I don't know how write: I was in need of inspiration and writing didn't attract me. It has been horrible!

The same thing could happen in May, June and maybe July too: I must write my thesis and study for the school-leaving examination, thus I don't know if I'll have time for my stories. But I promise you that I'll try to write something ^ _~

P-chan