Kneel down in the blue light
Let your hair fall down around
Blow out all your candles tonight
And I believe you will see
I was made for you
Amelia pressed her fingers against his lips. He kissed them before pulling them down and lowering his lips to hers to kiss her again quickly before moving lower to kiss her neck. This time he moved down across her chest and the soft flesh of her breast where it was exposed by her corset. He suckled at her flesh, using his tongue to trace intricate patterns on her soft skin. She sucked in her breath between her teeth and he felt her fingers on his cheek. Putting his hand on her hip, he brought it up, cupping her breast again through the fabric of her corset. When he reached the cup that held her breast secure, he slipped his fingers inside and folded it back, baring her. Gently holding her flesh in his hand, he found the peak of her breast with his mouth and covered it.
A sharp exclamation was his reward as she shifted under him, arching her back and pressing her breast even closer to him. He twirled his tongue around her nipple, finding it firm and already standing at attention. Lightly he teased it, sucking the hardened flesh into his mouth and tugging lightly on her breast, then opening his mouth wide and sucking as much of her ample breast into his mouth as he could.
His sharp ears caught the soft moans and breathy sighs she was making as she squirmed under him. She brought her legs together and twisted to the side as he suckled at her breast. Reaching up and catching the hand that she had entangled in his hair, he brought it down and cupped her hand around her own breast and held her fingers firmly in place until she stopped trying to pull it away. That done, he took his own hand and grabbed the knee closest to him and pulled her over, wedging his hand between her legs and pushing the other one down. Before she could close them again, he moved his hand to where her legs joined her torso and laid it on the top of her thigh, close to her body. Only for a moment, then he grew bolder, and moved his hand to cover the gentle mound formed by the joining of her legs with her body, just as he bared down gently upon her nipple with his teeth.
"Ah!" she shouted, involuntarily opening her legs wider and raising her hips to press against his hand. He could feel her heat through the fine silk that covered her and pressed his fingers in harder, rubbing them against her, wanting more. His questing fingers found the edges of the garment and slipped under it. Her heat was greater underneath, trapped by the light fabric, and he found himself panting as he sought out her secrets hidden within.
Abruptly, he pulled his hand out from between her legs and pushed himself up, releasing her breast. She looked up at him, disoriented by his sudden movements. "Please don't stop, Zelgadis-san," she pleaded, still holding her breast.
"Shh ... " he whispered. He sat up and pulled her with him so they were sitting on their knees facing one another. Amelia swayed lightly and grasped his tunic to stop herself falling over. He caught her hands, pried them off his tunic and put them to the waistband of his trousers. "Help me, Amelia," he said, putting the laces into her numb fingers.
Eyes wide, she nodded and began fumbling with them. He dropped his hands to his belt and slowly unbuckled it, tossing it over the side of the bed when loose. His cloak was next and he watched her the whole time he was disrobing himself. His cloak slid from his shoulders and onto the floor with a slight hiss of fabric and then he pulled off his half-gloves and tossed them aside. She had the laces loose as he lowered his hands to the hem of his tunic. With a quick jerk, it was over his head and on the floor with the rest of his clothing before she could blink.
They knelt in front of one another like this, Amelia's nervousness and inexperience finally catching up with her. It wasn't as if she'd never seen Zelgadis without his shirt, she had dozens of times, but now she was kneeling in front of him in her underclothes, one breast exposed and still damp from his kisses, an inferno burning in her loins and she had her hands on the waistband of his trousers. Biting her lower lip, she tugged at them, easing them off his slim hips and down. He remained kneeling there, hands on her shoulders and playing with bits of her hair as the butterflies in her stomach threatened to fly up her throat and out her mouth. It hadn't been quite so apparent through his trousers, but his undershorts did very little to conceal his hardened manhood there. Swallowing against those fluttering wings in the back of her throat, she pulled them down and over him, forcing the fabric down to his knees.
He shifted so that he was sitting and kicked off his boots. Avoiding looking at him, Amelia quickly shucked his trousers off and let them fall to the floor. Before she could move, he grabbed her shoulders, climbed back onto his knees, and hauled her up and kissed her. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, grabbing and sucking gently on her tongue and using his own to plumb the unchartered and unmapped depths of her mouth, the knowledge that he was the first to do so driving him wild.
Taking her hands, he laid them flat on his chest. "This is me, Amelia," he said softly against her lips.
"I've seen you before, Zelgadis-san," she said, able to muffle the nervous tremor in her voice against his neck.
Her lips sent shivers up and down his spine. "I know." He pushed them downward, across his abdomen and lower. Amelia's eyes went wide when he felt him wrap her fingers around his erection. "This you haven't seen."
Swallowing hard, Amelia tightened her hold on him and let him guide her. He moved her hands in a back and forth motion upon him which she picked up and continued as he loosened his hold and let go. It was his turn to hiss as she worked him, exploring him with her fingers. He was incredibly hard, but very smooth and slick, and there were none of the small glassy stones here. Neither was there any hair growing between his legs. She curled her fingers around him, feeling his width and length. She squeezed him slightly; he may be made out of stone, but there was still some give to his flesh. Just very little. The butterflies started up their storm in her stomach, this time with a vengeance. She closed her eyes and tried not to think about everything she'd heard about "first times." She wouldn't let that or anything else ruin her time with Zelgadis. She would have this, damn it, and she would have it tonight!
Heart in his mouth, he took a deep, shuddering breath. "Gods, Amelia," he said in a hoarse whisper. "I want to make love to you. Please, are you certain you want this? I could hurt you, or we might not be able to do this at all."
She leaned back and looked into his eyes. "We'll manage. I want you to make love to me, and I want to make love to you. I have no doubt about that in my mind."
Reaching downward, Zelgadis pulled her hands away from him and put his hands on her shoulders to gently push her back onto the bed. Looming over her, he knelt between her legs, hooking his hands under her knees to lift her legs and spread them. Amelia watched him a mixture of nervousness and anticipation in her eyes. Reaching down, he grabbed the thin fabric that kept her hidden from him and twisted, parting the fabric cleanly. Tossing it aside, he placed his other hand upon her again, this time feeling the dark curls that covered her. His questing fingers combed through them as he sought for what he wanted more than anything now.
When he found what he was after, Amelia gave a sharp gasp followed by a low moaning sigh as he stroked her. Finding her opening, he slipped a finger inside, watching her face to see her reaction.
She threw her head back and let out a soft, keening cry as he pressed himself into her. She opened her legs further and lifted her hips, granting him better access and to encourage him. "Oh ... " she said in a breathy whisper.
"Does that feel good, Amelia?" he asked, leaning forward and putting his hand on her exposed breast. He pulled his finger out again, giving it a slight twist as he did so, then twisted it back inside her.
"Yes," she breathed. "Very."
He smiled and stepped up his pace. "You like it?"
"Yes!" she cried, drawing out the last consonant into a hiss. She lowered her hand and put it on his a moment before pulling it away.
Grabbing her hand, he put it back. "No," he said. "Show me. Show me what you like." He leaned down and nuzzled her neck. "I want to know what gets you turned on the most, Amelia."
And she did. A little hesitantly at first, she used her hand to guide his face to her breast, and kept using the other one to guide the pace at which he stroked her womanflesh. Soon he was suckling like mad while she grasped a handful of his stiff hair in one hand and had the other between her legs, stroking her own sensitive center while he worked first one, then two, then three fingers in and out of her. All the while she whispered his name over and over. Finally her voice rose to a screech as she planted her feet on the bed and lifted her hips while pressing his hand hard against herself with his fingers buried deep inside her.
Zelgadis pulled back from suckling her breast to watch her, noting in passing her perfume that was a mixture of sweat and musk and sex. Most fascinating was the way her womanhood throbbed and pulsed around his fingers. She looked beautiful as she was caught up in the throes of her climax; it was one of the most amazing things he'd every seen. He shifted so he was lying atop her, brought his manhood up and pulled his fingers out of her just enough to smooth some of her moisture onto himself. Then holding her open with two fingers, he pressed the tip in under them, pulled them quickly out and with a quick thrust, pushed himself in.
Her soft sighs of pleasure turned into a sharp shriek of pain. Tears welled in her eyes and spilled over onto her cheeks as she clutched his shoulders, driving her fingers into his hard muscles. She caught her lip in her teeth and panted with the pain of the tearing of her maidenhead, and sharp gasping sobs wracked her. Feeling the pinprick of tears behind his eyes, Zelgadis buried his fingers in her hair, leaned down and kissed away her tears. "Amelia," he murmured over and over as he tried to kiss away the pain he had caused her.
It could only have been a few minutes, but it felt an eternity before her sobs lessened and finally stopped. Looking down at her anxiously, he waited until she spoke.
"Amelia," he finally whispered. "Are you all right?"
She nodded, eyes still tightly closed and fists still clenched on his shoulders. "I -- I think so," she managed to get out. Her skin shimmered with the soft sheen of pain sweat.
He kissed her eyes. "Should I stop?" he asked. He'd known this would hurt her, but hadn't known it would be this bad. He ached inside for the pain he'd caused her, wondering if perhaps it was made worse because of his transformed body.
"No!" Her eyes flew open and she caught and pinned him with her eyes. "Don't you dare!" Amelia slipped her arms around his chest and link her hands while she raised her legs and locked them around his waist, causing her to hiss with pain again. "You started this; you're going to finish it. Do you understand me?"
Unable to control himself, he grinned at her fierceness. Nodding, he said, "Yes, Your Highness. Is that a royal command?"
Her eyes darkened and her brow furrowed. "Please, Zelgadis-san," she whispered, that fierceness draining from her and leaving another kind of pain in its place. "Don't do that."
The Chimera didn't know what to make of her sudden shift in mood, but for once he didn't stop to ponder it. "I'm sorry, Amelia," he whispered and kissed her. As he lowered himself, he moved his hips a fraction, pulling himself out of her --
And froze again as she stiffened and whined in pain. "Hold on," she said through bared teeth. "Lift up a bit, please, Zelgadis-san?"
He did as she asked, as much as he could without moving inside her. Curiously, he watched as she slipped a hand between them and said the words to a healing spell. The power she summoned faltered as she stumbled over the words and it winked out.
"Uh, Zelgadis-san," she said. "Would you ... ?" She nodded downwards, towards where they were joined.
Smiling, he nodded and quickly recited the spell. He applied it to her torn skin, feeling the tingle of the power flow through him as the spell knit her flesh back together. He grinned wryly at that thought; doing it this way shaped her to match him. The thought ... pleased him in some vaguely possessive male fashion. Resting his weight on his forearms, he shifted and pressed more of his length into her --
Amelia's face contorted, and she grasped the bedspread above her head and arched her back. "AH!" she gasped, new tears of pain streaking down her face.
Jerking back and out of her, Zelgadis sat up on his knees and pulled her with him. She slumped forward into his arms as he held her against him. "What is it, Amelia? What's wrong? Didn't the healing spell work?"
She shook her head, clinging to him. "No, it's not that. It was just ... very uncomfortable." Inhaling with a gasping sob, she rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. "It ... burned."
He rubbed his face in her hair. "Shh, Amelia," he whispered, holding her slim body against his. "It'll be all right. I probably just need to get you a little more ... excited, that's all." He smiled wanly against her hair and hoped and prayed that was all that was wrong ...
The dark-haired girl pushed against him and looked into his eyes. "Do you really think so?" she asked.
He nodded and wiped her tears away. "I'm sure of it." Giving her a reassuring smile, he took hold of her chin and touched his lips to hers. Soon he was kissing her passionately and lovingly. He gathered her hair up and bunched it together at the back of her head, tilting it back so he could kiss her lovely neck. Her hands pushed under his hair and stroked the back of his neck then pulled around and found his ears. As she touched them, a sharp shudder racked his body; just the simple touch was enough to send more blood to places already saturated and engorged. He wanted nothing more than to take her right now, but knew he had to go slowly with her. It would not be a good start to anything they might have together if he were to misuse her in any way. Neither would his conscience let him do such a thing.
So, instead, he made his desire apparent through his fierce exploration of her body with his mouth and hands. He tongued and suckled at her breasts while supporting her with his hands as she bent backwards and moaned softly. Her fingers continued their not-so-gentle exploration of his ears as he laid her back on the bed and slipped his hand between her legs. Slipping his fingers inside her, he could feel the heat and moistness there and hoped it would be enough. Kneeling over her, he simulated with his fingers what he wanted to do to her with his manhood.
He stroked her for a few minutes, eliciting gasping cries of pleasure from her, and lightly kissed her lips. When she was hot and slick and moving in time with him, he leaned down and whispered, "Ready to try again?"
Amelia nodded, her eyes tightly shut as she spread her legs further apart to let him in.
Kissing her one last time, he lowered himself again and guided himself into position. Pulling his fingers out, he slipped his manhood inside her hot, wet womanflesh, and pressed in gently but firmly, careful to see what her reaction would be.
This time she welcomed him with a sigh of pleasure. She opened her eyes and looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes while she draped her arms over his shoulders. "That's better," she whispered. Encouraged, he slid even further into her. Suddenly, she sucked in her breath .
"What is it?"
"It's ... It's nothing, Zelgadis-san."
"No, Amelia," he said firmly. "If I'm hurting you, tell me."
And she stiffened again as he tried to go in as far as he could. "It doesn't burn any more, but now ... " She gave him a distressed look. "It hurts when you push in too far." Tears sparkled in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Zelgadis-san."
"Amelia, Amelia," he crooned, rolling to the side and pulling her with him. "Don't. It's not your fault."
"Yes, it is -- "
"Stop that," he snapped. "If it's any one's fault, it's mine."
"No!" she hissed, looking up at him. "It's not your fault, either! Don't say that!"
He brushed a lock of sweat-dampened hair out of her face. "All right. It's nobody's fault, so we won't waste time with self-recrimination, okay? We'll get through this." He spoke with more confidence than he felt; he was certain that it was his transformed body, but if they'd managed to get this far, then it was just a matter of finding the right position. At least he hoped that's all it was. He was floundering here; having no personal experience when it came to women, everything he knew came from the few stories that Zolf and Rodimus had shared during some drunken evenings around a campfire and he was sure half of those had been exaggerated. He rolled over onto his back, pulling her with him and settling her so that she was kneeling over him.
"Zelgadis-san!" she exclaimed, rendered breathless with the sudden change in venue. "What - ?"
"If it hurts with me on top, then we try the other way around. It's as simple as that," he explained, reaching up and cupping her breasts as they rode above the top of her corset. Zelgadis caught her nipples between his fingers and squeezed them, tugging lightly.
She smiled and leaned forward to rest her hands on his chest, which brought her generous breasts closer to him. He put his hands over them and squeezed, kneading them gently. As he did this, Amelia squirmed her hips on him, moving along his length in an irregular rhythm. His breathing quickened and he shut his eyes to enjoy the wonderful feelings her riding him produced. It was like nothing else he'd felt; nothing could compare to it. Her heat, her movements, her weight ...
So it came as a surprise when she pulled herself off him and collapsed on his chest. Zelgadis startled and his eyes flew open as he felt and heard her muffled sobs. Sitting up, he put his arms around her and cradled her. "Amelia," he said softly, confused. "Still hurt?"
She nodded, curling her fists on his chest. "I ... It just hurts. No matter what I do, it's just too uncomfortable." She started to cry harder, turning her face into his chest. "I ... we wanted this so badly and ... Why can't I do this? What's wrong with me, Zelgadis-san?"
He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her away from him, forcing her to look up at him. "Stop it!" he barked. "I don't ever want to hear you talk that way again! Ever again! Do you understand me?" Without thinking, he gave her a little shake.
The small girl stared at him, her eyes wide and full of surprise and a trace of fear. Mutely, she nodded. "Y-yes, Zelgadis-san ... "
Realizing what he was doing, he pulled her back to him and wrapped his arms around her. "There's nothing wrong with you. This is your first time. It's my first time. It will just take a little while to ... get used to each other, that's all." He hoped and prayed that's all it was.
"But how much time?" she asked quietly.
"It doesn't matter. We'll take as much time as we need." Zelgadis swallowed and kissed the top of her head. "Tell me, exactly what hurts?"
She wiped her eyes and nose on the back of her hand. "I, well ... When you try to go too far. It's okay up to a point, but then ... You push against things ... inside." He could feel her blushing even though he couldn't see her. "That's what hurts."
He nodded and gave the situation some thought as he gently stroked her hair. His heart was about to break for doing this to her; what kind of a man was he? He was causing her nothing but pain! How much more was he going to cause her before he came to his senses and stopped? Take his freakish looks and body where he could not hurt her any more?
Even as he thought these things, though, he knew he was wrong. If he stopped and left now, she would take it as a rejection and he would not do that to her. Not when she was the only thing she wanted; not when she was the most important thing to him at this moment. She had not rejected him; he would be committing an unforgivable sin if he were to reject her. No. There had to be a way. The pressure in his loins demanded he find a way.
The pressure in his heart demanded that he find a way.
What are these hands for ...
What are these arms for
If I can't hold you through the night
What does this heart beat for
If I can't lay by your side
You must know
I was made for you
Slipping his hands down over her waist, he sought the straps that held up her stockings. His deft fingers found the clips and unhooked them then pushed her stockings down her legs, pushing them and her shoes off her feet. That done, he found the laces to her corset and loosened them. He wanted to feel her skin, her warmth ...
All through this, Amelia sat quietly. She'd tried to help at first, but he'd pushed her hands away and whispered, "Let me," so she let him finish undressing her. And then he was moving his hands across her suddenly chilled skin, across her flat stomach, over the gentle flare of her hips and up her back to tease her hair. He latched his mouth on her neck and devoured her with aching slowness and tenderness. He laid her gently on her back on the bed and moved downward, leaving a trail of warm kisses between her breasts to her navel. She tried to reciprocate, but he pushed her gently down. So she satisfied herself with combing her fingers through his hair and stroking his ears.
When her breath was coming fast and hard and her heart was beating like a bird trying to escape the cage formed by her ribs, he stretched out beside her and gently pushed her onto her side, facing away from him. Curious, she looked over her shoulder at him. "Zelgadis-san?"
"Shh ... Just trust me, okay?" he whispered into her ear as he nuzzled it while pulling her back to conform to his body. He transferred his kisses to the curve of her neck and shoulder and to the back of her neck. She shuddered as he put an arm around her waist and pulled her against him; she could feel his member prodding her in the small of her back: Hot, throbbing and insistent. In fact, he was hot all over, like a stone left by the fire.
"I do," she whispered, putting a hand on his arm as he moved his hand down between her legs. "With my life." She arched her neck back as he bared down with his teeth while he stroked her between her legs. He wedged his other hand under her and held her tightly against him, cupping one strong hand over her breast. She could feel herself getting excited again and lifted one leg to let him explore further. Reaching backwards, she covered his face with her hand. He turned his head and kissed her palm, tickling it with his tongue.
He couldn't wait any more. He wanted her and he wanted her now. If he didn't release the pressure in his loins soon, he was going to burst and it was not going to be a pretty sight. Gently, he let the hand wedged between her legs slip up along her inner thigh, pulling her leg up and over his hip. She gasped at the sudden inrush of cool, night air against heated flesh and the sudden feeling of vulnerability it brought to her. It was both frightening and thrilling at the same time. Amelia felt her heart skip a beat as her lover shifted himself so that his arousal slipped through her legs and laid hot and rigid against her swollen and hungry flesh. Zelgadis inched his hand back down to where they would soon be joined, opened her with his fingers, and guided himself slowly into her.
Amelia thought she was going to pass out from the feel of him inside her. There was no resistance to his entry into her and he didn't hit anything inside that made her want to jump out of her skin in pain. There was just the long, wonderful slide into ecstasy. The way it should be. He moved his hand up to her knee and held her leg steady as he started moving, slowly at first, then stepping up the pace when she did not protest.
And protest she did not. Instead a soft moan of pleasure, made all the richer for finally, finally being able to enjoy what they'd come here to do tonight, rose in her throat like a force all its own. She arched her back against him, driving her hips backwards into his body, head turning and seeking his mouth. He met her and they shared a kiss of liquid gold as he moved inside her.
When they pulled apart, Amelia gasping for air and he gasping from the exertion, it was to find themselves closer than ever. The Chimera buried his face in her neck, latching onto her flesh with a hunger, a desire that was driving him mad. Amelia cried out in pleasure at both his mouth on her neck and his hand between her legs, caressing, stroking, petting her as he thrust into her.
Amelia could barely breathe and forced herself back and back; it didn't hurt as much now to take him in deeper. She angled her hips backwards, pushing harder against him, wanting to take in as much of him as she could. She wanted to be as close as possible, wanted him as close as possible. She reached backwards and wound her arm around his neck and held on as tightly as she could while her body threatened to go to pieces on her. Her other hand plucked restlessly at the arm around her waist. She needed him, the man she'd loved for so long now, the one she respected and called her friend. The one she'd tried so hard to convince that he was not a monster or freakish looking. The one to which she'd opened her heart because he needed her.
Zelgadis was in no way prepared for what was happening to him. Nothing could have prepared him for the closeness he felt for this small girl, the Princess who had had courage and strength enough to drag him kicking and screaming out of his shadows and into her light. After all this time, his fears, their false starts and subsequent frustrations, everything that had conspired against them was forgotten, burned away by the fire in his blood. Burned away until there was nothing left of him save what she took from him and gave back, renewed, and he was a better person for it. He loved her because he needed her. To help him find his humanity again. But more than that, he loved her because she needed him.
That realization broke down his final barriers and he gave himself to her, heart and soul.
Time stopped and the only thing they were aware of was each other. The world could have ended and they would have kept right on doing what they were doing. There was nothing left of Zelgadis Greywers or Amelia Wil Tesla de Seyruun. There was nothing except the two halves of the whole, each needing the other to make themselves complete. Their voices mingled as the mounting pressure inside Amelia became too much for her to bear and her body broke into a thousand points of light. Zelgadis' cry harmonized with hers as his own body dissolved into a patch of shifting shadows. Together, the light and shadow mingled, mixing, twisting together in a storm of passion, neither consuming the other but instead feeding the other with their strengths so that together they formed something greater than the sum of their parts. They poised balanced upon the pinnacle of their joining, the shadows protecting the light and the light lifting the shadows higher and giving them purpose. Together they danced into the heavens where they played tag among the stars.