Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Ashes and Remembrance ❯ Chapter Eighteen ( Chapter 18 )

EIGHTEEN

Standing next to the bed, the young couple kissed. Folken stood back a little and ran the tips of his trembling hand down the side of Jindra's face. Jindra reached up and repeated the gesture on his cheek; and Folken closed his eyes at her touch. Turning his face into her palm, he kissed it. Folken caught and held her hand as he bent his head and once again kissed her lips. Jindra pulled her hand from his grasp and wound her arms around his neck. As the kiss deepened, her trembling hands worked at pulling Folken's coat from him. Running her hands over his chest and back, she heard him let out a low moan.

Pulling away, she gently pushed him back to sit on the edge of the bed. Quietly, she pulled of his boots and helped him to remove his trousers. Clad in only his shirt and underclothes, Folken then returned the attention and slowly pulled off Jindra's trousers as his hands caressed her back and smoothed down to mold themselves around her hips. She was left wearing only the thin shift that reached to her mid thigh. Standing again, the couple wrapped their arms around one another as their mouths sought each other out once more.

Kissing deeply, the young lovers trailed hands and fingertips over one another's bodies - thrilling at the sensations that were slowly being awakened with each touch. Releasing Jindra's mouth, Folken trailed kisses over her face and jaw and then down her neck. Leaving a moist trail across her throat, he took her left earlobe in his mouth and gently suckled and nibbled at it. Jindra tried to stifle the surprised moan that escaped from her lips as she pressed herself closer into his arms. Letting go of her ear, Folken kissed his way back to Jindra's liips. He lightly ran his hands over her back and bare arms as he once more plunged his tongue into her waiting and eager mouth. Jindra shivered at the cool smoothness of his metallic hand as it brushed across her skin.

Following Folken's lead, Jindra let her lips draw a trail of kisses down his throat. Running her hands over his chest and back, she then reached for the buttons on his shirt. As her fingers slowly undid the third button, Folken stopped her. "Jin . . . please -- don't." She could hear the frightened tone in his voice and she looked up at him. "Why - what's wrong? I thought you wanted to . . ."

"I . . . I . . ." Folken shook his head. How can I tell her? How can I let her see what a freak I truly am?

"What is it?" Jindra cupped the side of his face with her hand. What doesn't he want me to see? Is it his arm . . . scars? She had felt something through his shirt as she had touched his chest and back. That must be what I felt . . . scars from his accident. "Folken, it's alright - I've seen your arm . . ." She reached for the buttons on his shirt and once again, he stayed her hands.

"It's - it's not my arm . . . not entirely." He looked down, "I-I-I don't want you to see me - I don't want you to be afraid of me." Jindra could hear the pain in his voice and it made her heart ache.

Resting her forehead on his chest, she kissed him through his shirt. "I love you Folken . . . I could never be afraid of you." Raising her head, she looked into his eyes. "Trust me." Without waiting for his response, Jindra's fingers returned to their task. As she released the last button, she gently parted the cloth across his chest and pushed it from his shoulders and down his arms. Folken heard her sharp intake of breath as she stepped back a little and looked at his bare torso. Oh my love, what did those monsters do to you?

The metal arm went all the way to his shoulder, a strange mockery of human flesh that flashed in the lantern light. But what Jindra had thought might be scars, were actually bands of metal that stretched across Folken's chest and down his right side to help anchor the heavy metallic arm to his body. How much pain he must have been in - then to wake up like that . . . damn them, damn them all to the nine hells! Jindra blinked back the tears that she felt forming in her eyes.

Folken watched the mix of emotions that played across her face: sadness, pity and surprisingly, anger. I never should have done this . . . who would want me? Who would want to love a hideous creature like me?

He was about to turn away when Jindra reached out her hand and hesitantly touched the largest of the metal bands across his chest. Looking up to judge his reaction, she let her hand move down to his side and she touched the smooth metal there. Slowly, almost sensually, she let her hand trail across his skin back up to his chest and then she leaned forward and kissed the cool metal. Folken's eyes widened at she continued kissing his chest and gently ran her hands over his arms and back, where her fingertips trailed over similar bands. Folken almost jumped when she planted a light kiss on his left nipple. The sensation sent a ripple of heat into his stomach and he moaned aloud. Pulling Jindra closer, he lifted her face up and once again plundered her mouth.

Upon releasing her battered tongue, Folken again kissed his way down Jindra's jaw and throat. As he nuzzled at her neck, he pushed the straps of her shift down off her shoulders and then kissed and gently nipped at one shoulder and then the other. Jindra shuddered in Folken's arms as she murmured is name. Her skin felt like it was on fire and she could feel a moist heat building within.

Pulling away from her slightly, Folken took her shift in his hands, pulled it up over her head and let it drop to the floor. Then taking her in his arms once again, he kissed her and gently drew her down onto the bed.

With gentle hands and lips, Folken and Jindra explored one another and slowly found their own path to pleasure. At first their touches and caresses were tentative and unsure, but slowly the two lovers became more comfortable with one another and found themselves lost in sensations they had only previously dreamed of. Jindra felt every kiss and touch as if it were a hot brand on her skin and her whole body felt like one giant spring that was waiting to pop. She longed for something to release her from the sweet torment that pooled in her stomach. Folken groaned aloud with every kiss and caress. His breath came in ragged gasps and his skin shone with perspiration. His body felt so inflamed that it almost bordered on pain.

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Poised above her, Folken paused and looked down at Jindra. The lantern gave her normally pale skin a golden glow and her eyes were bright as she gazed back at him. "I-I'm afraid," his voice was a whisper.

With a trembling hand, Jindra reached up and touched his face; "Me too." Her hand slowly trailed down until it rested on his chest, right over his heart. "I love you Folken . . . with every breath that I take." With a barely audible cry, Folken sank down into her welcoming embrace.

Jindra bunched up the bed coverings in her fist and squeezed her eyes shut as she felt Folken's weight on her chest. For all that she insisted that she was a woman grown, she had never experienced more than a few kisses with a man before she had met Folken. When she had reached her thirteenth birthday, her mother had taken her aside and explained some of the more intimate details of love to her. She knew that there would be pain, but she also knew that with the right man it could lead to pleasures beyond her wildest dreams. As she felt the last barrier within her yield, she wrapped her arms around Folken and clung to him. Tears sparked in her eyes and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

Folken felt Jindra's fingers as they dug into the skin of his back and he saw the tears that beaded on her eyelashes. He gently brushed his lips over her eyes and softly kissed her mouth. Moving his lips down her jaw, Folken whispered in her ear. "You hold my heart and touch my soul. I love you Jindra Roh . . . I will love no other."

Returning to Jindra's lips once more, Folken found her mouth opening to him. As their tongues met and entwined, the two lovers soon found their own rhythm and soared on the pleasurable sensations that assailed their bodies and senses.

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Folken stood on the brink of release. His breathing was labored and he felt as if his very blood were on fire. Suddenly Jindra cried out and clawed at his skin as she arched her back. Bucking beneath him, small cries escaped from her throat as she clung to him. She was almost delirious with the pleasure that had overcome her body.

Spurred on by his partner's rapture, Folken felt himself start to lose control and he cried out Jindra's name as he finally tipped over the edge and shuddered out his passion while black spots danced before his eyes. He was so lost in his own ecstasy that he never even felt the two white wings as they unfurled from his back. With one last groan, Folken buried his face in the crook of Jindra's neck and gulped for air.

Her eyes closed, Jindra clung to Folken as he finally let go. Small cries sounded in her throat as she rode the pleasurable waves of his release with him. She could feel the warm heaviness of Folken's body as it settled over her; and with a contented sigh, she released her grip on him until it was nothing more than a light touch. She could hear him as he murmured inaudible words against her throat.

As she reveled in the afterglow of their lovemaking, Jindra felt something brush lightly against her cheek - tickling it. Opening her eyes, she was startled when a white feather floated down and brushed her nose before landing next to her. Turning her head a little, she could see yet another feather lying on the pillow next to her head. What the . . .? Turning back, her eyes widened and she stared in horrified fascination at the trailing white wings that sprouted from her lover's back.