In response to popular demand, I give you the full ending to The Piper!

I'm not sure what happened to it...but it changed from my original version


The cave was lit in a soft glow, candles littering the uneven surface.

"Do you like it?" Rosto asked, a thread of nervousness running through his voice.

"Its lovely," she breathed, turning to him. "But how do we get out?"

"This place is a network of tunnels." He said softly. "I'll show, don't worry." His eyes filled with fire and he drew her close.

"But you won't leave without me."

"No." she whispered. It was true after all. She had placed her life with him now, and somehow she wasn't afraid, merely curious as to where his tune would take her.

"Thank you for saving me."

His smile returned, warming her face.

"I couldn't let you dance for anyone, now could I?"

He twirled her quickly and she squeaked in surprise.

"Marry me, Beka." He said in her ear, hot breath making her shiver. She was acutely aware of the hard flesh poking her belly, and a slow burning spread through her limbs. She nodded.

"Say it, little mouse."

"Yes." She sighed, his hands roaming over her tattered dress.

"Soon," he said wickedly, "I'll have you screaming it."

Their mouths met with furiously, denied pleasure sparking between them. Their hands tugged at each others clothing, eager for bare flesh. He pushed her onto soft cushions, towering above her delicate frame.

"Do you want this?" he demanded.

His words penetrated her ecstatic god. A tremor of fear made her shiver at the sight og his naked body.

"Y-yes."

He smiled darkly, leaning down to her lips.

"Good."

It was the barest of touches, petal light against her skin. His hair brushed her chin as he moved, making her giggle slightly.

"You have beautiful peaches." He said to her chest, brushing them lightly.

She blushed at the phrase, the sweet red decorating her breasts.

He licked them tentatively, emboldened by her gasp.

The tight nubs tightened at his touch, and he drew them into his mouth gladly, fully intending to worship the vision before him. Too many nights had he been forced to leave before bringing her to completion.

No more.

Her hands tugged lightly at his hair, drawing him up for a kiss.

"You taste sweet," she murmured against his skin, littering his neck with delicate kisses.

He shivered above her, and her hands traced the plains of his smooth flesh, memorising the feel of his body against her.

His hands resumed their urgency against her, brushing against her stomach and down, dipping into her wet heat.

He groaned as she returned the favour, kissing his nipples and sweeping down, along his turgid member.

His fingers moved within her, spreading her virgin entrance for him. He locked eyes with her as she squeezed tentatively, this mutual giving of pleasure so much more fulfilling than his night time explorations.

She spread the beading liquid at the head gently, drawing a shuddering grasp from her ministrations. She froze at the tightening in her stomach, an unfamiliar feeling burning her.

"That's it mouse, let go for me."

His quiet insistence brought to the edge and over, shocked moans escaping her before being swallowed by his tongue.

He kept her orgasm going, moving his fingers in a way to drive her crazy, to make the pain just a little less.

He was inside her quickly, tight walls clamping down on his length. He grunted at the sensation, knowing he had to hold on for her to get used to the invasion.

Her quiet gasps of pain died down in her throat and she nodded, giving him the sign to start moving.

He started gently, but as her cries grew wilder and his need greater his movements becoming erratic and forceful. Her eyes were glazed, lost to the sensation mouth open in bliss.

They fell together, holding each other tightly as they rode the shockwaves of their love.

Later as they lay entangled in creased sheets, his arm holding her securely, she whispered sleepily.

"You've ruined me."

"Yes."

He said it so seriously it was like he was staking a claim. And he was really, she supposed, her body and her heart she had given to him and now it was his job to keep her.

"Do you regret it?" he asked suddenly.

"No." she admitted.

"Will you be mine always?"

She shivered at his possession, his arm tightening, a cage she had wondered into freely.

"Forever." She replied, the only answer she could give.

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and smiled.

The Piper had been paid.


So, um, yeah *blush*

For some reason this was worse than the other lemons I've written...

So I hope you guys liked it!