Alright a glorious chapter, one that was coming all along, you all knew it. Anyway I was given the wonderful task of picking out a dress for Rameska. Come on I had to pick something ethereal looking so I went with this one for her. But yeah full permission to verbally kick my ass as you see fit.

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Just put the spaces together to see the dress.

She wore a gown spun of silver, mythril and dusted diamonds. It was a white dress but gave off a subtle glow that made her golden eyes seem to sparkle themselves. She had upon her head a wreath of yellow freesias. Nuala and several of her handmaidens had woven the soft butter colored flowers in the wreath and white ones were interwoven on silver ropes that hung from her hair. Her dress hugged her chest and billowed out in waves of soft silk and elegant patternry. Nuada knew that the image of her in that moment would never leave his mind. Her feet stepped carefully in the grass, her dress raised by the sprites that hovered beside her. She was smiling demurely, a secret smile, happiness, nervousness, and excitement all rolled into one. She held Nuala's hand in hers as they strode amongst the grass and flowers towards the altar.

And then she was beside him, glowing and completely his. Her fingers found his and curled around them. They were warm and as he held them he could feel himself being a little nervous himself. He caught her eyes again and she gave his fingers a light squeeze.

"Are you ready to be joined in union eternal?"

His father stood before them both his hands held toward the both of them. He took his son's hand in his left and took Rameska's hand in his right. He closed his fingers over them and then began to sing the rites.

It was an old passage, thousands of years back, before humans had walked, before forests had made way for huts and weapons and human things, there was this ritual.

The hymn was in an older language, before gaelic, a language that many had forgotten.

He finished the rites and then placed their hands together. A spark of magic raced through them both, making their hearts race, making their minds mesh to a point where they were more familiar than they had ever been. Nuada smiled at the expression of gleeful surprise that showed on Rameska's face.

"Nuada my son, would you have this woman, let her share your life and all that you are? This love would you promise to keep it, cherish it and protect it?"

"I would father. To keep this love, there would be nothing that I would not do. Father I am hers."

"And my dear, Rameska, would you have this elf, have him share your life and all that you are? This love would you promise to keep it, cherish it and protect it?"

"I would...I will."

"Then this union I give my blessing and the blessing of all attending. Lay claim and join thorugh a symbol of love and devotion."

Rameska blushed," Kiss, your majesty."

"Haha, yes kiss."

And they did.

"Mmmm," she giggled, "this is delicious! What is this, my husband?"

"My people call it seacláid, dear wife."

"I don't even know if I can say that word," Rameska giggled lightly. She took another bite and groaned appreciatevly. Nuada watched hypnotized as her throat swallowed and her breasts heaved. Just as she put her finger to her mouth he caught her hand and licked the digit clean himself. Her eyes lowered as she watched and he could feel her pulse race as he held her wrist.

"It's been too long since I've had you."

Her voice came out husky and low. She breathed deeply as if trying to calm herself then looked back at him.

"Then don't wait any longer and just take me."

Her eyes were a dusky burnt copper as she began removing her gown. She undid the laces showing off scarred yet still beautiful skin. She shivered and her whole body moved sensuously as her body fought off cold and strangely enough became warm. He found that he was struggling to breathe as he reached out to her. She pulled back and broke off a piece of the brown sweet. She placed it in her mouth and stuck out her tongue. He grabbed her and ravaged her mouth the taste of seacláid fresh on their mouths. She gasped softly as he nipped softly at her lips. He lay atop her his blood red sheets looking practically sinful beneath her skin. She was sweet temptation in his bed and he realized that he would be able to have her there for the rest of their days. He kissed her throat, nipped lightly and then pressed his mouth against the tender flesh as her blood pumped steadily.

Nuada, please!

Please, what?

Not soft touches, I need all of you!

He undid the wrap that held her breasts in place and cast the material aside. He sat back on his knees and observed her form. Her hair was unbraided and was in a wild array around her face. Her slightly dazed gold eyes stared at him. Her mouth was slightly open and her breath came in short gasps, her arms were slightly raised beside her head and in the few seconds before he claimed a taut brown nipple in his mouth he decided that she was the most exquisite creature he had ever seen.

Her body stiffened as she arched her breasts closer to his hands and mouth. He suckled her and let his other hand knead the peaked flesh of her other breast.

I've waited very long and will enjoy being...tortuously slow, until you beg.

He bit down on her nipple and she cried out. The smell of her desire was quickly beginning to fill the air. He moved his mouth to her other breast and began an entirely new dance with his tongue, his other hand removed the cloth that hid her womanhood. Her breath hitched and he nipped down earning another pleasant shiver.

"Look at me," he commanded. He thumbed her clit and her whole body shuddered. She hissed his name but her eyes stayed fixed on his. He did it again his thumb rubbing insistently against the sensitive area. Her head tilted back and she moaned low. He removed his hand and she growled angrily.

"You'll look at me, mo anam cara."

She gulped and nodded, her body hot beneath his. He plunged a finger into her dripping sex and watched the expression of painful pleasure shoot through her. Her eyes widened but she held his gaze. Her hands squeezed his arm to an almost painful point. It reminded him that he was still clothed. He sat on his haunches and began to remove his clothing. He was mildly startled from his task when she began to untie the sashes and pull the ties as well. As his skin began to show her lips began to press insistently on his skin. He tilted his head back and exhaled as her lips found more exposed flesh. Clothing fell away as deft fingers attacked the offending material.

Her tongue. It lit a path of lightning and heat from the center of his chest over scars until it moved lower and her head was near his lap. She began to tug on the fabric of his pants. He adjusted himself so that he was leaning back on his hands and his legs were splayed out around her. He raised his hips as she yanked down the fabric and helped her by kicking the material away. He watched as her eyes roved over his body approvingly. She looked at him a smirk on her deliciously full lips.

"Come here," he whispered. And she did on her hands and knees. He grabbed one arm and as she lost her balance, wrapped his legs around her waist and turned her over on her back. They shared another heated kiss as their bodies touched. His hands held hers over her head as his mouth traveled lower, over her throat, between her breasts. He heard her moan his name and felt her whisper it in her mind continuously, begging.

When his tongue licked along her clit, her hips moved instinctively higher to meet his mouth. He suckled on the round nub and let two fingers move inside of her. Her hips rocked into his hand and the sounds she made beneath him made him ache. It wasn't enough to watch her he wanted to have her beneath him screaming until they both found satisfaction.

Her hands dug into his back as he slowed down bringing her back away from the precipice. He let his tongue delve inside of her sweet depths. She screamed and for a moment all was silent as she struggled to breathe. All of this didn't stop his onslaught on her most tender area. His hands gripped her waist as he attacked her and he could feel her fingers clutch at his hair pulling at him insistently.

"Please!"

"You want me to satisfy you," he whispered mockingly.

"Yes," she practically screamed as one hand returned to her aching wetness.

"Beg for it."

"Please, Nuada I need you!"

"Louder," he asked gently as he bit down on her clit.

She screamed thick wet fluid seeping into his open mouth. Her body twitched as she was once again brought to the edge of madness.

"Please, Nuada! Please!"

He responded by plunging his finger deeper into her tight heat and hitting the spot he knew would quench her ache. Her body stiffened and moved upwards, her hands were soon digging into her own hair as she screamed her release. He lapped the sweet juice that came from her in quick hungry strokes as she trembled beneath him. When he was finished he kissed her long and slow his tongue wrapping around hers letting her taste herself. The moan that left her mouth reveberated through his chest and he couldn't help but groan at the sensation.

"More, Nuada. I need you..."

He kissed her silent and let his cock slightly rub at her entrance. Her legs wrapped around his trying to get him to push into her. He resisted and entered achingly slow. She sighed softly same as he. It had been so long for the both them, always there had been something to stop them but not this time. He pressed his mouth to hers as he pulled out just as slowly and reentered more forcefully. He swallowed the low sound that spilled from her lips.

They started a steady rhythm, not really trying to reach a finish but more to be connected to one another. Her legs wrapped around his back and she pushed her hips forward trying to get more of him inside. He decided he would let her have her way. He held her wrists pulling her up and then laid onto his back. She looked down at him her eyes having an almost drunken look. Her hands pressed firmly into his chest and in a teasing way she licked her lips.

"My turn then eh, lover?"

He chuckled lightly but was cut off as her body rose up and engulfed him completely once more. His fingers dug into her hips as he encouraged her to rock into him. She practically purred as she moved her hips against his. It was agonizingly slow and as she purposefully clenched around him he felt his control gradually slip.

"This...this is cruel, Rameska..."

"Mmmm but it feels really good does it not?" Her mouth emphasized the question as she bit down on his neck. The sweet satisfying pain made his whole body shudder with want. He turned her over lifted her arms above her head once more and began a faster rhythm. She cried out at the suddeness and moved her hips to meet his as she learned the movements.

He kissed her and kissed her until they were breathing the same breath until it she was all he could taste. Their bodies met almost frantically as they continued their lovemaking. There was no longer a coherent thought between them as Nuada plunged himself into her with long powerful strokes. Her hands dug into his back almost pinning him against her as they both found their way to even more intense pleasures.

His teeth moved from her lips to her neck. He opened his mouth and sank his teeth into the soft skin of his lover's throat. An explosion of whiteness danced behind Nuada's eyes and it was moments after when Rameska lay practically limp beneath him he realized it was her mind going white after her release. An animalistic growl escaped him as blood hit his tongue and he reached his peak. Colors studded and pricked against his eyes and through his mind. He felt Rameska convulse in time with his finish as if she felt it too. And suddenly it was as if all the strength had gone out of him. He pulled out of her and lay beside her. Her hand found his and he folded it between his own larger hand. He thought the contrast between them beautiful, her dark seacláid colored skin off setting his lighter complexion. He lifted her hand and pressed it to his lips.

"I think for a moment my heart stopped beating."

"Think there was something in the sweets," Rameska asked playfully.

"No, but the woman who offered it to me tasted even sweeter than sin."

"You want some more?"

She sat up and leaned over him again more of the dark brown treat in her hand.

"Yes, please. It seems I'm just not satisfied."

seacláid - chocolate

mo anam cara- my soulmate