Vampire Hunter D Fan Fiction ❯ Innocent Souls ❯ Chapter Eight: Gifts Of The Heart ( Chapter 8 )

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Disclaimer:Vampire Hunter D is the property of its creator, Hideuki Kikuchi. I do not own D or any of the characters related to the novel series.

Warning: This chapter includes intense sexual content. If you are underage, please turn back now. I'm not responsible for your actions, so read with caution. Reader Digression Advised.

Innocent Souls

Chapter Eight: Gifts Of The Heart

By: Elf

“Well, what do you want, Bronach? And don't play games, it wouldn't be fair to us.”

Lord and Lady, he's utterly gorgeous, isn't he? Not even the Lady herself could craft a better male. Bronach's eyes met D's dark ones and she swallowed. Her blood was racing and her heart was pounding. She knew D was aware of this physical change, but he simply looked at her as his thumb still traced maddening circles around her wrist.

She studied him, her breath catching in awe as she did. His glossy raven hair was still damp from the shower, curling around his shoulders and cascading down the broad expanse of his white shoulders. She licked her lips as she took note of the sleek, powerfully sculpted muscles of his form and where a line of fine, dark hairs started at his navel and traveled under the towel wrapped around his waist.

She reached up her free hand and lightly brushed it over his upper arm. His skin was like fine marble, as flawless as any Faerie she'd seen at court, perhaps even more so. Each inch of him was perfection; he was some ancient death god coming to court a Faerie maiden.

She looked at his face. His sinfully long lashes brushed his cheeks as he blinked slowly. She rather liked the perfect, sharp, lean line of his jaw and his cheek bones were high and sharp. Yet his mouth was wide and graceful with a bit of a sultry sulk to it. His wavy black hair cascading down the ivory perfection of his face was the needed touch to all of this male beauty.

Well, what do you want, Bronach?

She lifted her eyes to meet his. Her cheeks flushed as she licked her lips. She turned to face him better and he studied her.

He had asked her what she wanted. None of the seducing Faeries in either court had granted her that courtesy. They wanted and promised pleasure beyond her wildest dreams if she yielded. Besides, she had felt nothing for them. They saw her as a prize to be won, while D suffered the Blood Bring Bind Curse to bring her a few scant crystals to help save children he never met before.

She could let go around him. She didn't have to be the Morrigan's Grace here and he didn't have to be the great Vampire Hunter D here either. They were just D and Bronach, two ancient, lonely beings who had seen and done too much without compensation. She was afraid of letting someone in, and he was afraid of hurting others.

Yet he couldn't hurt her, at least not in a way that she wouldn't enjoy. And D wouldn't use her, not like the denizens of the Courts. She had a feeling he'd treat what she was offering as a sacred gift, and that was why he was warning her.

She answered his question by leaning forward and framing his angular face in her hands. She smiled at him before closing her eyes. Then she tilted her lips towards his.

Their lips softly met and she smiled inwardly. They kissed softly with mere brushes of lips as D's free hand grasped her braid. She felt him untie the ribbon holding the ends together and pull it from her hair. His tongue flickered against her mouth seeking entrance as his hand moved to the top of her head where the braid started.

She parted her lips for him and her tongue brushed out to meet his. The kiss deepened, became more intenser and hungrier. He let go of her wrist to wrap that arm around her waist and pull her closer. His other hand gently brushed through the unwoven hair.

Bronach moved one of her hands from his face so she could wrap her arm around his neck. She gasped against his lips as he massaged her hair free and entangled his long fingers into it. D ended the kiss and she looked up at him breathlessly.

His fingers still played in her hair as he studied her. He asked, “Is this what you want? We can stop now, before its too late.”

There was an ominous note of warning in his voice. She licked her kiss swollen lips as she caught her breath. His dark eyes were glowing slightly, a faint blue like fine sapphires. This close she could tell his eyes were blue. A blue so dark they were the color of the midnight sky. It was as if D was made of ivory, jet, and sapphires.

“If you stop now, I'll run you through with your own sword,” Bronach replied breathlessly.

Then D frowned. His hand was still playing with her hair, almost a compulsion. She stroked his cheek and softly asked, “What is it?”

“Ciaran stole my sword,” he answered softly, “Again.”

Bronach rose up to kiss his forehead and D pulled her close. He rested his head on top of hers. He was warm as his arms wrapped around her tightly. He turned so he could kiss the crown of her head and she smiled. She could hear the steady beat of his heart under his ears. She took a deep breath. She smelled lilies and raindrops. And he was warm, so very warm and strong.

She looked up at D's face and said, “Ciaran is a right bastard and I want to punish him soundly.”

That actually earned her something of a light laugh. She beamed up at him and he looked down at her. One hand still stroking her hair, the other reached out and tapped her nose almost playfully. She giggled and wrinkled her nose at him.

“I almost feel sorry for him,” D replied softly as he lowered his head down to hers again.

She grinned and said, “Well, that's right. Because I'm a dangerous wicked Faerie with a shrill temper and an even shriller voice.”

D lightly kissed her and she moved to intensify the kiss. Her hands became restless, moving from his face to touch the satiny smoothness of D's skin. Her tongue flicked against a fang and D growled against her lips. She ran her hands up and down the powerful lines of his back and continued to kiss him as if she could devour him whole.

“You're impatient,” D all but growled at her.

She smiled winsomely at him and replied, “Well, you shouldn't look so bloody tempting with your towel and your hair . . .”

Their lips met again. Save this time D ran kisses from her mouth down her chin, cheek, jaw line to nuzzle at her throat. She gasped as he placed feather light kisses on the pulsating artery he found there. He finally let go of her hair to move to the buttons of her shirt.

As he ran kisses down her throat to her collar bone, he began to unbutton the silk shirt she was wearing. With each inch of skin exposed, D skimmed his fingers over it. Her breath caught with each button until he pulled the shirt out of the black jeans she was wearing. D carefully moved his hands up to her shoulders and grasped the shirt. He slowly slid it down her arms and she wiggled to move him along.

She was bare to his gaze. Her small breasts rose and fell with each breath. She gripped the sheets and bit her lip. He smiled at her, a real smile that was so beautiful her breath caught in her throat. He reached out and lifted the crow pendent that she always wore.

“You serve your Lady well,” D said as he lightly tapped the iolite within the crow's beak.

Bronach gripped his hand and gave him an earnest look. She whispered, “You can take it off.”

“Are you sure?” he asked softly as he lowered the stone back onto her chest.

She nodded and squeezed his hand again. He kissed her forehead as he lifted the chain and undid the clasp. He collected the pendent and chain in his palm and noiselessly laid it down on the dresser beside the bed.

Then he turned his head back to her. He reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. She lifted her hands and returned the gesture.

She gasped as she ran her fingers through the long, wet hair that felt like raw silk between her fingertips. Then to have that hair foam and wave along that ivory skin in such a contrast was almost too much for her to bare. “Lord and Lady, you're beautiful,” she murmured softly as she gazed at him in awe.

******

D was thinking the same thing about Bronach. He reached out and fingered a lock of her golden hair. He ran his hand down it and let it go. She was still gazing at him, her indigo eyes flickering from his face to trail down his chest and to where the line of dark hair ran from his navel to disappear under his towel. Her cheeks flushed as her gaze focused there.

He bent forward and whispered, “Drop your glamour.”

Indigo eyes blinked up at him as she breathlessly asked, “What?”

He ran his fingers through the silken fall of her hair. He bent forward and brushed his lips against her ear. She shivered against him and her grip tightened in his hair.

“Drop your glamour,” he whispered in her ear.

He watched as her ear lengthened and tapered at the end. Her skin grew paler and regained its shimmering luminescence. He traced the tip of her ear with his lips. She trembled and gasped. When his tongue lightly flickered against her ear she moaned and leaned against him.

“Faerie ears are very sensitive,” she explained in a shivering voice.

D began to gently kiss the point of her ear, tracing his lips down to suck at her lobe. Her lavender scent, the feel of her warm body pressed against him, her tremors at his touch, and her tiny gasps were flooding his senses. He tugged lightly on the point of her ear with his teeth, careful not to catch them with his fangs.

She cried out and arched towards him at that. D moved his right hand down her body to lightly cup her left breast. The small orb fit easily in his palm as he simply held her. He moved so he could tease Bronach's other ear.

Her body trembled at the first pass of his lips against the point of her ear. She leaned towards him with a tiny gasp when he lightly nipped at the point. “Oh, Lord and Lady,” she whispered as her hands grasped his shoulders.

D grinned ever so slightly as he trailed his lips from her ear down the glowing column of her throat. He froze at the sight of veins like sapphires and turquoise pulsing beneath her skin. He felt her pulse thundering under his lips. He could almost taste her and his mouth began to open on its own accord. His tongue flickered out to the vulnerable area and again Bronach gasped.

“Do it,” she whispered, pleading with a thick voice.

D dropped his face from her throat to press into her shoulder. He held her tightly. He was breathing heavily, the scent of maiden blood, lavender, and magic overwhelming him. Bronach's slim hands were in his hair, lightly stroking the back of his head and the nape of his neck.

She placed her hands on each side of his face. He blinked as she lifted his face to hers. She bent forward and kissed his nose. “You know, it should be me that's nervous,” she quipped in an unsteady voice, “Not you. You asked me what I wanted, D. And I want you. Fangs, annoying silence, grim outlook, sad eyes, and all.”

D studied her for the first time since she dropped her glamor. Her hair was spilling around her in a golden curtain of silk. Her violet ringed eyes were dark and smokey with lust and her pouting lips were even more swollen and red from his kisses. He looked own her glowing skin to the gentle swell of her breasts down the toned lines of her stomach and back up again.

He moved his right hand back up to her body to cradle the small orb of her left breast again. Bronach gasped and bit her lip as his thumb moved in a slow circle around the plump, pink nipple. He kissed her again as he felt her nipple harden to a taunt point against his thumb. He moved his hand to the right and repeated the motions until both pink points were hard and swollen.

Bronach was breathing heavy and her eyes were fluttering as D ended the kiss. He nuzzled his nose against hers and she giggled, a light and girlish sound, innocent like a tinkering of a bell. He watched as he began to kiss down her throat, lips brushing against her shoulders, until he reached her left breast.

He could feel her heart beat. Her skin was like satin and silk and tasted like lavender tea. He licked around her nipple with the broad of his tongue. She hissed and her fingers entangled in his hair, tugging slightly as she pushed her closer to her breast.

Her skin was hot beneath his mouth and he smiled inwardly at this.

As D's mouth wrapped around her nipple, Bronach cried out and arched against him. D pushed her still with his left hand. His right hand went up to lightly pull and rub against the other. The musky scent of arousal filled the air.

He was going to taste her. He wanted to hear her scream again and again this night. If he was to be her first, he was going to make her remember every moment of this. He was going to take everything she offered and give her more in return.

This night was going to last. She accepted him. There was no fear, no thoughts of what if. She knew exactly what she was and didn't care in the least. She trusted him and infuriated him.

He nipped lightly against her breast and she cried out. He growled against her and moved to her other breast, switching places with his hand. She writhed against him, her legs already parting so he could settle between them.

She was breathless and trembling beneath him. Her skin was flushed and rosy. He lifted his head and looked at her. Her dark eyes opened as she gave a dazed, lust filled look.

“Sit up,” he told her as he slid from the bed.

Bronach did and reached for his towel. One quick jerk from her hand and it fell from his waist. Her violet ringed indigo eyes widened as she looked at him.

The burning, yet curious look she gave him set him on fire. He was throbbing and hard for her as she looked at him. One white hand reached out and carefully wrapped around him.

D growled as those warm fingers ran over his thick hardness. He tilted his head back and bit his lip as pleasure shot through him, searing him where Bronach's hand lightly touched him. She innocently explored him, moving her long fingered hand up and down with the gentlest of grips. It was sweet torture.

“Wow,” she whispered in a soft voice as she looked at him. He saw the trepidation in her eyes along with the wonder. He knew what questions where racing through her mind as she continued to stroke him.

The pleasure was wondrous, but not what he needed. She was sweet and maddening, and he was glad for once that he wasn't entirely human. He feared a mortal man would have already lost himself as Bronach continued to stroke him with her hand. To him, however, it was a lead up, lighting something darker within, a hunger awakening deep with in him.

D grabbed Bronach's wrist and pulled her hand from him. She blinked up at him and he settled on his knees on the floor. With her sitting on the bed she was a bit taller than him, causing her to look down at him.

“Did you not like that?” Bronach asked with a frown, “I've seen the orgies and . . . just because I'm untouched doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing.”

He smiled at her and reached up to stroke her hair. She gave him a hurt look. He rose up enough to give her a light kiss. When they separated, her eyes met his.

He stroked her cheek and dropped back into a kneeling position. He moved his hands to her waist then to the button of her leather pants. He unbuttoned them and unzipped them before sitting down lotus style. He took her left leg and unlaced the knee high boots. Then he slid it off her foot and let it fall to the floor. The right boot soon followed.

Then he proceeded to pull Bronach's pants from her long legs. They slid soundlessly to the floor, leaving her in black socks and black satin panties. He breathed deeply. The musky sweet scent of arousal was intoxicating.

He looked up to find Bronach's cheeks were now bright crimson as she watched him. He took her left foot and slid the sock off of her. He rubbed his thumb over the arch of her foot, admiring the slim length of it, as well as the elegant lines of her toes and muscles. She sighed as her body relaxed while he rubbed her foot.

He kissed her foot and she giggled. He tickled the bottom of her foot with the tips of his fingers and she laughed and squirmed. “D, please,” she laughed as she tried to get away from him.

“You are beautiful,” he told her as he slid the other sock off of her foot and began to massage it.

Bronach's face softened as she looked down at him with wide eyes. He reached up and lightly caressed her cheek. She leaned against his hand, rubbing her face against it. “Nae, you are the beautiful one,” she said softly.

Her hands ran through his hair, “So dark. So fine . . . Like obsidian, alabaster, and sapphire.”

D kissed her inner thigh and she shivered. Her muscles tensed as he ran his hands up his thighs to slide into the waist band of her panties. He ran his thumb over the mound, noting that the fabric was wet. Her hips jerked up to meet his hand.

“Relax,” D told her as he slid the sodden underwear from her till it fell onto the floor with the rest of the clothing.

Bronach replied in a breathless voice, “It's hard to when you do that.”

He looked up at her now that she was as bare as he. He stroked her right calf and admired her long legs. She was toned, like a cat or a dancer. And she had beautiful legs.

His eyes drifted up to the close cropped dark gold curls that covered her core. She smelled so incredibly sweet and intoxicating. The thought of tasting her wetness and her blood together sent a spike of lust so powerful through D that his fangs throbbed in time with his body.

D ran his fingers over the line that bisected the mound of curls. She shivered again and her legs moved together. D reached up with his left hand and pressed on her stomach. She blinked down at him.

“Lay back,” he told her.

She replied, “I want to watch you.”

He pushed her back on the bed with his left hand while his right index finger stroked up that slit until it parted the soft, drenched curls. She is so wet, D thought as his finger was bathed in liquid heat. His middle finger joined the first while he used his thumb to pry the curls apart to reveal the dripping, slick folds within.

Bronach wiggled. D traced his index finger around the tiny nubbin placed at the apex of the sweet hollow of her body. She cried out and bucked against him as he gingerly slid his slick finger over the tiny bead there. Soon the nub swelled and became engorged under his fingers. He used the heel of his hand to rub her whole and she yelped, arching awkwardly from where her legs were dangling off the bed.

“More, more,” she begged, her head thrashing on the bed above him.

D smiled at her flushed, writing body above him as he continued to stroke and tease her. She moved trying to reach something that D was more than willing to give her. He brought his left hand up to help hold her open to him.

He knew that his parasite was laying dormant right now. It was an unspoken agreement that they had. True, while he teased and taunted D about sex most of the time, the rare times that D took a lover he retreated for that time. However, D was careful just to touch her with the fingers of his left hand, not his palm. For he had a feeling that his parasite couldn't help himself from tasting Bronach.

D was having a hard time pacing himself as he moved his thumb over the hypersensitive bead and slid his index and middle fingers down to slide inside of her. Or rather, his index finger first.

Bronach cried out at the invasion. She was so tight around him that he had to carefully work his finger inside of her. He gently moved his finger enough to get her inner muscles to relax. His middle finger joined the first. He moved his fingers in until they were in at the second knuckle before twisting his hand and curving up in a come hither motion.

D rubbed the spongy tissue he found there. Bronach screamed and writhed against him. “Oh, D, oh, Lord and Lady . . . It . . . oh . . .” she cried as her fingers dug into the sheets.

Her body began to tense. He felt her legs trembling on either side of him. He moved his fingers inside of her until he felt the barrier of resistance there. His thumb moved in faster circles against her.

She arched up, taught as a bow string. She screamed and the room shook. Her muscles began to tense rhythmically around his fingers as she writhed against him. He pushed his fingers forward, tensing himself.

They hit resistance. He kept stroking her with his thumb. She was gasping and making tiny crying sounds after the initial peak.

He pushed harder.

The resistance broke. The smell of blood was overwhelming. It felt more liquid than the wetness already smearing his fingers. And he was going to taste it properly, not wanting to waste a drop of the precious gift.

******

It had been wonderful. More than wonderful. Bronach's whole body shook with the force of what she knew to be her first orgasm.

Her body still hypersensitive, D still continued to tease her with those brilliant fingers of his until she thought she was going to shatter again. His fingers were still stretching her, getting ready. Then she felt them brush something inside of her that was uncomfortable before pressing into her maidenhead.

She winched and hissed at the burning, painful, pulling apart tearing feeling. She wanted to close her legs at the invasion, something, anything. She turned her head and whimpered.

She heard D whisper, “I'm sorry.”

His fingers withdrew. She relaxed, yet she was still sore. Maybe this was a bad idea after all, she thought distantly. Everything had been exceptional and phenomenal, until he did that with his fingers.

She was expecting pain. She knew it was going to hurt. Then she had wrapped her hands around his thick length and wondered how on earth was he going to fit inside of her. Far more endowed than most of the Faeries she'd seen, she knew that this was going to be painful.

Then his head replaced where his hand was.

She blinked as she felt something warm, thick, and wet lick her swollen flesh. She quivered when he slid his tongue inside of her. She cried out and her hands moved to his head, entangling in his black hair once again.

He licked at her hungrily, lapping at her like a cat would a bowl of cream. She moaned as the ache dulled, in fact, it made her want more. He growled in annoyance as she realized what he had been doing.

He was licking the blood from my hymen, she thought wildly.

Still, he didn't stop there.

He drew the blunt of his tongue from bottom to the top. His tongue flickered over that hypersensitive nub there. Her body jerked uncontrollably in response as she burned. Yet it was a good burning. Warm and pooling in her stomach and lower and then radiating out from that place his tongue kept flickering against.

She screamed as D's mouth wrapped around it. He began to suck lightly, flickering his tongue against it every other suck. She was writhing and mindless now, so tense and burning she could barely stand it.

Incoherent pants and cries left her lips as she endured the insane pleasure and pressure of it all. She was writhing higher and higher with it and she couldn't stand it. “D, please!” she begged as her toes curled against the bed and she shifted to try to ease the carnassial ache.

It built and built until it suddenly exploded. Bronach screamed and the room shook. The window cracked in the room as did the mirror from the force of the banshee's cry. Her body tensed and pulsed and thundered, squeezing out the eruption.

Yet D did not stop.

Within moments Bronach climaxed again. She was whimpering and trembling in the aftermath. Still, she was glowing and felt power unlike that she normally wielded.

D gave her one last sweet kiss to her still quivering flesh. He rose up. Bronach, still trembling, fought to sit up. She swallowed at the sight of her death god before her, all pale like marble, a living statue almost. Save no statue could be as perfect.

Then there was that thick, hard length of his jutting at her. He sat gracefully on the bed and gathered her into his arms. She felt that length jerk against his thigh, but he said nothing. D's eyes were glowing slightly crimson as he watched her.

He bent forward and kissed her. She grasped onto him as if he was the last lifeline in her world. She tasted herself, musky and light, on his lips as well as the coppery tang of her blood.

Her hand wrapped around his length again. He was so hard, yet the skin felt like soft silk beneath her fingers. She ran her hand down the swollen flesh and he growled deep in his throat. She ran her fingers up to the thick head and felt a bit of slickness there.

Bronach expected him to push her back on the bed and take her until they were both dizzy and sated, and in her case, sore. Instead, he gently lifted her into his lap. Her eyes widened as she smiled at him.

“Take control and find what you like,” D whispered hoarsely into her ear before nipping at it to make her shudder.

Bronach kissed him. She hugged him tightly and he kissed her shoulders. “Thank you,” she whispered as she looked into his eyes.

He smiled, a hypnotic smile that lit up his whole face and made her breath catch. He reached his right hand down to her soaked center and rubbed it lightly. She moaned and twitched against him as he did so. “No, thank you,” he replied as she began to straddle his hips.

She gasped as the head of him nudged against her, seeking completion. He was thick and wide and she was still very untried. Bronach grasped his shoulders and tried to thrust down.

The stretching invasion burned and she yelped. D kissed her forehead and asked, “Do you want me to help?”

“Please,” she begged softly, realizing that tears were welling up in her eyes.

D smiled and kissed her, slowly and passionately. Bronach returned the kiss with every fiber of her being. She wanted him. Wanted him forever and . . . No . . . No . . . I . . . Bronach cut that thought off short as he gently lifted her from him.

His fingers gently separated her folds and stroked the hollow there. One finger slid inside of her, then the second. She bit his lip as he continued to slowly kiss her. His tongue darted into her mouth almost languidly as his fingers wiggled back and forth inside of her. She relaxed enough for him to slide a third finger in. His thumb began to rub that bundle of nerves again and she was lost.

D withdrew his fingers, yet his thumb kept rubbing maddening circles against her. Bronach mewled in protest at the sudden emptiness. She wanted more, she realized slowly. She felt empty, hollow and aching after that taste of thickness. She rubbed against him, dripping her juices on him, slicking his hardness in preparation.

“That's it Bronach, take what you want,” D whispered in a hoarse voice.

She opened dazed eyes to him, and dimly realized how uncomfortable it probably was to have that so erect and swollen and to have her only tease him. “I'm sorry,” she whimpered as she began to lower herself on him again.

“Hush, you're doing fine,” D replied, his voice a growl as his length slid into her.

She winched at the tip of him invading her. She took a deep breath and pulled herself down more. Her eyes flew open as she gripped his shoulders. D growled as he thrust up inside of her, filling and stretching her past capacity.

Bronach cried out, “Lord and Lady!”

D's right hand tangled in her hair. She arched back as she felt his thickness inside of her. They were joined, complete, and she could feel him everywhere inside of her. Her heart was pounding, her body was trembling, and she was gasping hard gasps for air. She bit her lip and puled as he kissed her lips, then her cheek, and then her throat.

She rocked gently to get more contact to help fuel the slow burning within her. She sighed as D licked the thundering pulse at her throat. He kissed it once before she felt the tiny scrape of fangs against it.

Then his fangs sank into her, penetrating her just as surely as his member did.

She cried out as everything exploded in sensation.

Her vision blurred as her body caught on fire. She trembled and ached and rocked against him harder as he drank. She bit his shoulder in return with blunt teeth as she pulsated around him inside of her.

She screamed as she shattered again for the countless time that night. She held him tightly with both her arms and her body. She trembled and shuddered around him. Her body gripped him and tried to beckon him into that sheer ecstasy with her.

When D withdrew his fangs she fell back. His hand sifted through her hair. She was arched back and they were still joined. D was still hard and hot within her. She looked up with misty eyes to see a predatory look of satisfaction as he watched blood dribble from the bite on her neck to her white breasts.

He lifted her hips so he could lick the blood from her neck off to where it pooled on her breasts. She was quivering now, panting for air. “You . . . you . . .” she mumbled as she squeezed him from within.

D lifted those now crimson eyes to her and thrust into her. She moaned as he hit that one place he had found inside of her with her fingers. She yelped again as she gasped. Her vision turned white around the edges at the sheer pleasure of it.

He growled at her before kissing her passionately. He lifted her, still impaled on him, and eased her onto the bed. Then he took her legs and angled her so that they were hooked around his shoulders.

Bronach gasped as he could thrust deeper inside of her, setting her strung out body aflame once again. D took her hands and lifted them above her head. His fingers intertwined with hers as he kissed her possessively. All she could do was feel and be swept away by the passion of it all.

D took her, long, hard, hot, and fast. It was wild, some primal force. As if he was letting go of centuries of frustration. Bronach squeezed his hands between trembling screaming climaxes as it felt as if it were taking him forever to find completion.

And the strength of him was amazing. He was like poetry in motion and she was over whelmed and screaming with the joy of it. He looked down at her with those glowing eyes of his. His black hair was tickling her skin as she looked at his bewitching countenance.

He licked at the healing bite and she sighed. “That's it, D, I have you,” she whispered as she wiggled a hand free to place on his back. She rubbed the toned muscles there with a smile. She kissed his cheek and he wrapped his arms around her, not losing pace.

“Take what you need,” she urged as she kissed his cheek.

D licked her throat and she shuddered. He thrust harder than before. His body was trembling on top of her. His hand moved down her body to touch where they were joined.

She gasped, not sure if she could take this again. His fingers gingerly rubbed at her swollen flesh. Her breath caught again as her vision blurred. Pleasure intensified with his fingers and his thrusting. She made tiny cries as she arched against him.

She felt herself arching higher again. She laughed as she realized what D wanted and hugged him tightly. She felt her magics surge inside her, the energy incredible as her power rippled like a storm within her.

She trembled against him, gasping and crying out. She was burning once again. D thrust deep inside of her and stilled. He shuddered and she joined him with a cry while he growled. They shattered together, holding each other tightly until the tremors stopped.

D guided Bronach's legs from his shoulders. He was still inside of her. She stroked his hair and looked up at him.

He kissed the palm of her free hand and said, “Thank you.”

“Stay with me,” Bronach pleaded. She bit her lip and realized she spoke. D slid out of her and she winched, sore and spent.

He rolled over on his back. She rolled to face him. He reached out and stroked her hair. She closed her eyes and inhaled his scent, which was now mingled with hers. He drew her close and held her.

She curled up to him. He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. She rested her head upon his chest. His arm wrapped lightly around her. It felt so natural to be like this, so good. And D was so warm.

“We'll talk tomorrow,” D said softly.

Bronach nodded, knowing that it was far from over. After all Ciaran was still out there. Not to mention Ciaran had D's prized weapon.

They still had quite a bit to overcome. Yet, Bronach figured that they had a good chance of winning. After they won was going to be difficult, she thought sadly as D stroked her hair. Soon, she was lulled to sleep by D's breathing and him stroking her hair. However, she wasn't aware that he stayed awake simply to watch her sleep before he fell into Morpheus' grasp with her.

To Be Continued!

Author's Notes: Yes, this is the chapter that you have all been waiting for. I hope that was worth the wait. Man, I think this is the longest sex scene in history. So, feed the muse and read and review!