Greatest Gift of All ; Richard/Kahlan
NC17.
Legend of the Seeker
Richard/Kahlan
Prompt: Castle Ruins.
A/N: Very tame smut for a change.
As far as ruins went, the Seeker could admit that this particular castle had kept most of it’s support. Even with its current flaws, it was still enclosed for the most part, and would provide the necessary cover for the evening. Richard had already surveyed the skies, and by the smell of moisture in the air, he was counting on it to rain. Chilly to begin with, he hadn’t wanted for them to sleep out in the open. They weren’t near any passages, so a cave or an alcove was out of the question, and wayward pines were just that. There weren’t many in the area, and the ones they had come across were worn and the needles mostly shed. Coming across these ruins had been a surprise to them both, but Kahlan had quickly remembered the location, and he had grinned at her when she mentally slapped herself.
“This place used to be home to a very prominent King and Queen.” She said, a smile beginning to form on her beautiful features. Taking the newly lit torch from Richard’s outstretched hand, she waited until he made one for himself, and then slowly strode towards the entry way.
“Well, you sure can’t tell that from the outside looking in.” Richard remarked, moving beneath the large archway and through the off-hinge wooden door. His eyes cast about the barely lit foyer, finding that even though the outside was chipping away, the inside still had it’s preservations. For instance, the walls were a milky white as opposed to the fading crimson outside. Giant pillars supported the high ceilings. A staircase made of polished stone that was crumbling in areas lead up to the second level. Richard followed his Confessor as she practically glided.
They were traveling for their honeymoon. He didn’t think this were an appropriate stay for them, but it would keep them dry and warm; and he knew she could care less as long as the two of them were together.
Richard had to agree.
Finding a room in the left turret that had a complete ceiling, and no cracks in the walls, they set up their camp for the evening. Lighting other torches in the circular room, he placed theirs upon brackets. He wasn’t prepared for the creaky sound of the door as it closed. Turning, Richard found his lips curving upwards into a dangerous smirk.
Kahlan pressed her shoulders back to the door, the green traveling dress she wore accentuating the swell of her breasts. Her blue, blue eyes were alight with mischief, and just beyond he could see the fires of her passion. Already, she were stoking his. He waited quietly, anticipating his wife’s actions.
“They say these walls were blessed by the Creator. The Queen bore many strong children for the King. Two boys and four girls…” Letting her voice trail off, echoing in the small confines, the Mother Confessor pushed off from the door, her fingers finding the front lace of her dress. She toyed with the stays, keeping her eyes locked on her Seeker’s.
His hands itched to touch her, but he knew she would evade him if he so much as reached. She held the power, the control - her allure paralyzed him.
“Is that so?” Hoping to encourage her, Richard’s brow arched slightly. His lips parted, Kahlan’s form drawing nearer; her shadow dancing in the flames light.
Soon, their bodies would be matching that rhythm.
“Yes, as a matter of fact, it is.” Closing the distance between them, Kahlan tugged the last lace free, allowing the bodice of her dress to hang open. Even with the dim lighting, Richard could see the fabric caught by her nipples, keeping her modesty intact, but not for long.
“I guess we should find out for ourselves.” His lips collided with hers then, drawing a moan from beyond. Her hands pulled his shirt from his pants frantically, tearing the material over his head, letting it drop lonely to the floor.
Though his tongue were kept busy by her own, his hands were free to skim along her body, pressing along her hips and atop the meaty swell of her ass. Forced to pull his mouth from hers for air, he diverted his attention to the column of her neck, and though his lungs were greedy, he have his mouth on every inch of her body.
This thought seemed to infiltrate her mind, Kahlan ran her hands through his unruly hair, arching her neck back when his teeth and tongue found the exposed flesh of her breasts. Slowly, his hands joined the fray, fingers dipping beneath the loose material.
She let out a shaky, breathy noise as his palms grazed her nipples. Lightly traveling his finger tips over her flesh, he pushed the offensive fabric off her shoulders.
Clothes discarded, Richard guided his Confessor to their bedding. Her body was heavenly in the cozy lighting, every inch perfection in his eyes, left open for him to explore.
Taking her hands, their fingers intertwined as he leaned over her, pressing them above her head. His knees nudged hers apart, and she broke the kiss to pant with need. Hazy blue eyes opened to gaze up into the warm chocolate ones that gave away so much of his love for her.
She smiled, biting her lower lip as she lightly teased his sides with her legs, rubbing her skin against his, tickling her toes along his muscular thighs. His erection bumped against her womanly folds and she bit back a moan in surprise.
“Richard,” she breathed, growing impatient. His intense gaze made her blush, his legs against her own making her body quiver.
The press of his manhood between her legs made her lower half wriggle, hips bucking in attempts to sheathe him. Her breasts fell with her irregular breathing, frustration beginning to spill from her lips when Richard’s mouth claimed them, his tongue taking advantage of the moment.
Stroking her tongue over his, she gave his hands a squeeze, and then those rough palms were sliding down the smooth skin of her arms. This fingers splayed out, thumbs running over her puckered nubs, moving down and over her waist to her thighs. He slid them slowly back down, pulling her body up more as he positioned himself.
Kahlan spread her legs further, hoping to encourage him. “Richard…?”
“You’re so beautiful, Kahlan.” Came his husky voice, the sound and the compliment warming her even more. Slipping the head of his cock between her slick folds, he leaned over her, pausing to flick his tongue over a taut nipple.
“We’d better give these walls something to bless, Richard, please.”
“Let the Spirits bear witness to this,” he murmured, both hoping beyond hope that this encounter lead them to a whole new beginning.
With a single, powerful thrust, his body joined with hers. Kahlan arched her head back, her hands coming down to grip his forearms as he braced himself on either side of her. His mouth busied itself with her neck and throat, hips constantly merging with her own; deeper, harder - her moans carrying throughout the ruins of the castle. And as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, needing to hold on before he swept her away in the current of his love, Richard sent a silent prayer to the Creator above; grant us the greatest blessing of all…a new life.
Legend of the Seeker
Richard/Kahlan
Prompt: Castle Ruins.
A/N: Very tame smut for a change.
As far as ruins went, the Seeker could admit that this particular castle had kept most of it’s support. Even with its current flaws, it was still enclosed for the most part, and would provide the necessary cover for the evening. Richard had already surveyed the skies, and by the smell of moisture in the air, he was counting on it to rain. Chilly to begin with, he hadn’t wanted for them to sleep out in the open. They weren’t near any passages, so a cave or an alcove was out of the question, and wayward pines were just that. There weren’t many in the area, and the ones they had come across were worn and the needles mostly shed. Coming across these ruins had been a surprise to them both, but Kahlan had quickly remembered the location, and he had grinned at her when she mentally slapped herself.
“This place used to be home to a very prominent King and Queen.” She said, a smile beginning to form on her beautiful features. Taking the newly lit torch from Richard’s outstretched hand, she waited until he made one for himself, and then slowly strode towards the entry way.
“Well, you sure can’t tell that from the outside looking in.” Richard remarked, moving beneath the large archway and through the off-hinge wooden door. His eyes cast about the barely lit foyer, finding that even though the outside was chipping away, the inside still had it’s preservations. For instance, the walls were a milky white as opposed to the fading crimson outside. Giant pillars supported the high ceilings. A staircase made of polished stone that was crumbling in areas lead up to the second level. Richard followed his Confessor as she practically glided.
They were traveling for their honeymoon. He didn’t think this were an appropriate stay for them, but it would keep them dry and warm; and he knew she could care less as long as the two of them were together.
Richard had to agree.
Finding a room in the left turret that had a complete ceiling, and no cracks in the walls, they set up their camp for the evening. Lighting other torches in the circular room, he placed theirs upon brackets. He wasn’t prepared for the creaky sound of the door as it closed. Turning, Richard found his lips curving upwards into a dangerous smirk.
Kahlan pressed her shoulders back to the door, the green traveling dress she wore accentuating the swell of her breasts. Her blue, blue eyes were alight with mischief, and just beyond he could see the fires of her passion. Already, she were stoking his. He waited quietly, anticipating his wife’s actions.
“They say these walls were blessed by the Creator. The Queen bore many strong children for the King. Two boys and four girls…” Letting her voice trail off, echoing in the small confines, the Mother Confessor pushed off from the door, her fingers finding the front lace of her dress. She toyed with the stays, keeping her eyes locked on her Seeker’s.
His hands itched to touch her, but he knew she would evade him if he so much as reached. She held the power, the control - her allure paralyzed him.
“Is that so?” Hoping to encourage her, Richard’s brow arched slightly. His lips parted, Kahlan’s form drawing nearer; her shadow dancing in the flames light.
Soon, their bodies would be matching that rhythm.
“Yes, as a matter of fact, it is.” Closing the distance between them, Kahlan tugged the last lace free, allowing the bodice of her dress to hang open. Even with the dim lighting, Richard could see the fabric caught by her nipples, keeping her modesty intact, but not for long.
“I guess we should find out for ourselves.” His lips collided with hers then, drawing a moan from beyond. Her hands pulled his shirt from his pants frantically, tearing the material over his head, letting it drop lonely to the floor.
Though his tongue were kept busy by her own, his hands were free to skim along her body, pressing along her hips and atop the meaty swell of her ass. Forced to pull his mouth from hers for air, he diverted his attention to the column of her neck, and though his lungs were greedy, he have his mouth on every inch of her body.
This thought seemed to infiltrate her mind, Kahlan ran her hands through his unruly hair, arching her neck back when his teeth and tongue found the exposed flesh of her breasts. Slowly, his hands joined the fray, fingers dipping beneath the loose material.
She let out a shaky, breathy noise as his palms grazed her nipples. Lightly traveling his finger tips over her flesh, he pushed the offensive fabric off her shoulders.
Clothes discarded, Richard guided his Confessor to their bedding. Her body was heavenly in the cozy lighting, every inch perfection in his eyes, left open for him to explore.
Taking her hands, their fingers intertwined as he leaned over her, pressing them above her head. His knees nudged hers apart, and she broke the kiss to pant with need. Hazy blue eyes opened to gaze up into the warm chocolate ones that gave away so much of his love for her.
She smiled, biting her lower lip as she lightly teased his sides with her legs, rubbing her skin against his, tickling her toes along his muscular thighs. His erection bumped against her womanly folds and she bit back a moan in surprise.
“Richard,” she breathed, growing impatient. His intense gaze made her blush, his legs against her own making her body quiver.
The press of his manhood between her legs made her lower half wriggle, hips bucking in attempts to sheathe him. Her breasts fell with her irregular breathing, frustration beginning to spill from her lips when Richard’s mouth claimed them, his tongue taking advantage of the moment.
Stroking her tongue over his, she gave his hands a squeeze, and then those rough palms were sliding down the smooth skin of her arms. This fingers splayed out, thumbs running over her puckered nubs, moving down and over her waist to her thighs. He slid them slowly back down, pulling her body up more as he positioned himself.
Kahlan spread her legs further, hoping to encourage him. “Richard…?”
“You’re so beautiful, Kahlan.” Came his husky voice, the sound and the compliment warming her even more. Slipping the head of his cock between her slick folds, he leaned over her, pausing to flick his tongue over a taut nipple.
“We’d better give these walls something to bless, Richard, please.”
“Let the Spirits bear witness to this,” he murmured, both hoping beyond hope that this encounter lead them to a whole new beginning.
With a single, powerful thrust, his body joined with hers. Kahlan arched her head back, her hands coming down to grip his forearms as he braced himself on either side of her. His mouth busied itself with her neck and throat, hips constantly merging with her own; deeper, harder - her moans carrying throughout the ruins of the castle. And as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, needing to hold on before he swept her away in the current of his love, Richard sent a silent prayer to the Creator above; grant us the greatest blessing of all…a new life.