Dead of the Night, NC-17, R/K
Title: Dead of the Night
Author: virkatjol
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kahlan's badly injured and Richard takes on her care. Written for fandomaid auction for zephyrmyst.
Disclaimer: I don't own Richard or Kahlan. If I did they'd have WAY more sex and be on for a 3rd season. js.
A/N: I haven't written R/K in a long time. I hope that this still sounds like them. I'm really worried that it's very much not them. BUT please judge for yourself. I hope that it's what you wanted zephyrmyst. This is Not BETA'd. I wanted to get it online. So excuse any major typos.
The night seemed darker now. It wasn't as if the moon shone any less or that the trees blocked out any more light then they used to. So it must be his vision that had become less bright.
Richard often sat outside the small cabin, only after she'd fallen asleep, and thought. He'd stare into the night and wonder where they'd be if things had happened differently. What if she hadn't taken all those blows to her body? What if he'd gotten there in time? Every scenario had played across his brain over and over. Every step he'd taken that day accounted for and thoughts of how he could have changed things.
His guilt rode him hard at night. When nothing in the world was there to distract him. Kahlan sleeping, fitfully at times, but resting and the silence that only the occasionally rustling of forest creatures, bugs and birds ever disturbed.
He'd made sure that they were alone. He didn't know how long this would take, but he wasn't going to let any outsiders tell him that he should give up. Nothing would ever make him give up on her.
Zedd had done all he could. His magic was weak against the kind that was used to hurt her. Dark spells that still surfaced every once in a while reminding him that she wasn't out of the woods yet. The old wizard had said that with time they'd fade.
Time and patience.
The old montage never became untrue. He heard a rustling behind him and hurried to peak through the door. Kahlan was moving around more than normal. He waited and watched her to see if he needed to soothe her or if she would work through it on her own. It took her a while to return to sleep, the pain from her bumps and bruises making it difficult. He couldn't treat her with the special oil again yet. It needed to soak in long enough before re-applying. The healer had been very specific.
Her blanket fell to the floor with her struggling and the purple splotches across her pale skin always made him suck back. They'd gotten lighter in the past weeks but the evidence that she still had so much further to go always pained him. Her body seemed to calm and settle back to sleep. He retrieved her green blanket and placed it back over her body. The night was warm, but she'd lost weight and he didn't want her to catch a chill.
Richard gently stroked her cheek before leaning over her and kissing her brow. Her lips were parted and he could feel her breath against his neck as he hovered over her. The pace was evening out and becoming deeper again.
It wouldn't be long before he'd lose his battle to stay awake. Every night he tried to keep watch forever. Every morning he'd find himself on the floor, sprawled out by the wall he'd leaned against the night before.
Kahlan would be smiling at him. Her lips turned up despite her pain simply because she loved him and he was here for her.
He felt himself drifting off now. She looked like she'd sleep until morning. If Richard just closed his eyes for a moment it would be alright.
And so it went.
*****
The days merged into weeks as he helped her recuperate. Their days became routine.
Wake up. Help her with personal things. Cook Kahlan's breakfast. Feed her. Entertain her with tales that she'd already heard a million times before or recount their journeys. Help her eat the lunch he made. Sometimes they'd bathe sometimes he'd carry her outside if she wasn't in much pain. Then dinner and the oil followed by sleep.
She was looking better now. But her spirit still seemed to be lacking something. He tried to ask her what was wrong but she didn't want to talk about it. He was so worried about her condition that he didn't push her.
One morning she broke her silence.
"How can you look at me like that?"
"Like what?" He'd been cleaning her body. The warm water dripping over her translucent flesh as he lightly rubbed her with the sponge. He liked to take care of her and while he loved to look upon her naked when he bathed her there wasn't anything sexual about it.
"Like you enjoy it…"
He wiped the dust and sweat from under her breast and rinsed the sponge before continuing.
"I do. I like taking care of you."
"No. Not like that. Like you like how I look."
"You're beautiful." He felt his hands shake with emotion, but he kept washing her. They'd made love many times before her injuries. He knew her body, he loved her body. No matter what it looked like she was his.
"I look… There's nothing beautiful about me right now."
Richard didn't answer her. Words wouldn't convince her, not now. He leaned over, dropping the sponge into the basin, and kissed her lips. Really kissed her. He'd been content to gently kiss her face or hair. He shouldn't have let it go that long, should have seen how she needed to feel more from him. But he was scared of hurting her. Now he realized he was hurting her by holding back.
Her mouth opened under his and her hands tangled into his hair. Her grip was still weakened from the weeks of unease that even squeezing as hard as she could wouldn't prevent him from leaving.
Kahlan pressed her tongue forward and he allowed her entry. He'd begun the kiss but was letting her take control. She tilted her head and changed the angle letting his mouth slide closer her her. Their tongues dueled and played. She actually felt something not associated with pain or exhaustion. it was good, wonderful. After a few minutes of kissing, sloppy, wet, hot kisses, she was panting heavily. Her chest hurt but she didn't want it to end.
He could tell she was having trouble and he pulled away. Her hands skimmed down his chest as he sat up on the side of the bed. It was wide enough for the both of them but he'd still been sleeping on the floor, unwilling to hurt her if he acidently rolled around at night.
"Did that answer your question?" Richard leaned down and kissed her damp skin. The bone of her clavicle stuck out more harshly then it used to but he followed it with his lips. His hand wandered down to stroke her ribs and he felt her palm skimming over his back.
"Yes. Keep going?" She didn't know if she could deal with rejection right now. She just wanted to feel something that wasn't associated with her injuries. Richard's mouth on hers had been the first thing in months that had allowed her to disappear from the world of constant aches and twitches.
"You sure?" She bit her lip and nodded. He didn't know if he believed that she could truly handle an orgasm right now. He knew that it would exhaust her for sure but maybe it was the kind of intense emotion that she needed to feel.
He continued to gently play across her skin with his hand while his lips took a journey down her chest over the swell of her breasts. They'd lost some of their natural curve but he knew that they'd gain it back as soon as she could consistently eat. Her nipples were a light pinkish brown color and his chin brushed across it as he worked his way downwards. He felt the nub pucker and tighten under him and his mouth watered to take it.
Richard held off and instead made sure that his lips touched every inch of her breasts. The soft curves tasted fresh and sweet. His tongue connected the freckles as he moved all over. He could feel her legs moving around, spreading, trying to get him where she needed him most. Her thigh bumped his hip and he looked down to see her arch upward trying to get some pressure. His hand moved down to still her. He didn't want her to become worn out before he really started touching her.
"Stay still." She groaned and worried her bottom lip. She didn't look convinced that she could comply with his request. "Please, I don't want you to waste your energy." She nodded again and he rewarded her by taking a nipple into his mouth. The pebbled peak felt good on his tongue and he laved at it. Her hands crushed his head to her breast not letting him leave. He suckled and licked one then swapped to the other.
The warmth of his mouth felt so good. The pressure from the suckling was just the right amount and she felt her body responding, her sex felt hot and swollen, heavy with moisture. her legs moved up and down on the sheets trying to encourage him to go down further. She craved his mouth on her sex.
A sudden burst of pain lead her to call out unexpectedly. She tried to hide it but Richard stiffened over her and began to pull away.
"I'm fine… Keep going." She panted the words out half breathless from pleasure half from the agony that was already fading.
"Kahlan…" He didn't want to fight with her but he certainly didn't have any intentions about hurting her.
"It was just sudden, I'll not call out again."
"That's not what I want. I want to know if you're hurting. This isn't a good idea." He stood and backed away from the bed. His obvious arousal chaffed against his pants.
"I just need…" Kahlan tried to find the words that would convince him. Him pulling away was the last thing that she needed. "I need you. I need this feeling…." He still looked wary of continuing. "Use the oil. It helps dampen the worst of my pains. Put that on me."
"I can rub the oil on you but I'm not sure about anything more. It feels like it's too soon."
Her growl of frustration startled him. She gave him an annoyed look before turning away from him. Richard watched her hand slide up from the mattress, across her stomach and make a path down to her sex.
"I'll just take care of-" A gasp interrupted her as her fingertip connected with her clit. "Myself."
Her finger circled the small bud slowly. She was already wet and slick and the friction was practically nonexistent. But it didn't matter she didn't really want to finish herself. She wanted to entice him back. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him yank the bottle of oil from the small table and walk it over to her. He placed his hand on hers and stopped her motion.
His hand rest on hers and he looked down at the juncture of her thighs. The way her finger disappeared into her folds made his breath catch. Kahlan pleasuring herself was something that he never grew tired of. This time he wouldn't allow it. If she was that desperate for relief, for contact, he'd be the one to provide it. He tugged at her hand and brought her finger to his lips.
She watched at his tongue peaked out and licked the tip of the finger that had just been touching her clit. She was mesmerized by his action and could tell that he was enjoying it just as much. He only lightly licked and cleaned her juices from the digit and when it looked like he was through he took it into his mouth and sucked on it. His tongue laved the pad of her finger as he devoured every last drop of her essence.
"None of that." He mumbled as he let her finger withdraw from his mouth. "Lay still while I apply this medicine." Her smile told him that she knew she'd won this round. She complied with the request and let him pour the oil into his hands and warm it before touching it to her skin.
His hands were gentle as he caressed her battered skin. Everything about her still seemed delicate and fragile. Richard worked the oil into her flesh he could see that it was definitely taking the edge off any sort of discomfort she'd been unwilling to admit to. Her breath seemed to draw easier and she seemed to relax more fully into his touch.
Kahlan used a hand to reach down and unlace his pants. He tried to swat her away but it was no use she wouldn't be dissuaded. Her hand slipped into his breeches and found the awaiting hardness she was craving. There wasn't much room to work but she wiggled her hand around and found a way to grasp him. Just the feel of his hot, hard organ pulsing under her palm was enough to arch her hips into the air and want to be filled.
The insistent rocking of her hips made him hurry and finish applying the oil. He set the bottle on the floor and then removed her hand from around his cock. He groaned at the loss but the focus needed to be on her for right now. The bed dipped under his weight as he kneeled along side her. He leaned over her and kissed her mouth before beginning the journey he'd abandoned earlier again.
The oil tasted sweet and a there was a little bitterness from the herbs that he knew were in there. He'd put a light coating on over her breasts and his lips massaged over the area rubbing the oil around the soft globes. He played with her nipples with the tip of his tongue for a minute before continuing down. Richard swung his leg across her hip and was now straddling over her body, still hovering but letting his weight settle closer to her body. He skipped over her ribs where most of the worst purple splotches still lingered and went to her belly. The slight swell where she'd cradle a child inside her was inviting and his kisses were welcomed if her noises were any indication.
Her sex was bumping his chin as he slip his mouth closer to his final destination. He could smell her intoxicating scent and his mouth watered to taste her again. The small indulgence earlier had made him eager for a full meal. It had been far too long since she'd come against his lips, juices flooding his mouth, and he needed it almost as much as she did.
The first contact of his lips made her suck in a large gulp of air. The sensation so sharp, so real, that she was surprised by the intensity. She was glad for the oil because the ache from the constant arching was there but only a slight throbbing in the background. His hands gripped her thighs and help spread her legs apart so he could lay between them.
Richard angled one of her legs over his back as he began licking at her folds. The lips of her sex were moist and swollen, so ready for him to bring her pleasure. He lapped gently at her not giving a lot of pressure but not being too light either. Her musky, spicy scent was driving him to distraction and all he wanted to do was to bury his cock deeply into her.
He concentrated on bringing her to orgasm instead of his own desires. The soft exploration of his tongue made her jolt and arch towards him as the sensations shot through her body.
"Feels so good, Richard. Need more." Her hand reached for his hair and tangled her fingers through it, pushing to get him closer.
"Patience." He hummed the words against her sex as he began delving into her sheath with his tongue. He massaged the opening pressing in a circle as he moved in and out. Another flood of juices coated his tongue as he worked her body into a fever. He used his lips to drink from her, sucking and licking, not letting any of her pearly moisture escape his mouth.
Kahlan's moans were becoming frantic and he new that it wouldn't be good for her to keep her hanging on the edge of pleasure for too long. She was still recovering and exhaustion was a danger. He retreated from her tunnel and teased her lips as he made his way to her clit. The little organ was hard and throbbing, it looked like his cock felt and he didn't watt any more time. He took it between his lips and began noisily suckling on it.
"Spirits, Richard!" She shouted his name as the pleasure raced through her. She hadn't felt this much in far too long. Her heel dug into his back as she starting rocking to the rhythm of his mouth. Everything was almost too much. Too much heat, too much feeling, too much need. It was overwhelming her and she had to remind herself to breathe.
Richard could practically feel her vibrating with the need to let go. He brought a hand up and slipped one of his fingers inside of her. It would have to suffice because he didn't plan to enter her with his cock, at least not today. He was too on edge and she was still too fragile.
His fingers matched the tempo set by his mouth and he could feel the pull of her body replying. She was wrapped around him and tugging him deeper. Her leg drew him closer while her internal muscles worked along his finger. The suckling and dip of his finger felt incredible and she held herself at the edge of climax for as long as she could handle.
The sensations final took over and she surrendered to the pleasure of orgasm. Her body arched off the bed and she couldn't breathe. It was the best thing she'd felt in ages. The please roared through her veins touching every cell in her body. She felt tight and hot and Richard's mouth and hand just kept moving over her prolonging the ecstasy forever.
Kahlan garbled words of thanks as she regained control of her body. Everything felt twitchy in a good way for once. All her nerve endings were raw but from the wonderful feeling of orgasm instead of from the pain of healing. She felt sated and content for the first time in a long while. She was tired but she propped herself up to look down at him. His head was resting on her thigh and his nose would nuzzle her before he would tilt to kiss her. She could see his hips rolling and knew that she needed to do something for him too.
"Your turn."
"No, I'm good, this was about you, baby."
Her legs spread invitingly and she beckoned him with her hands to move upwards.
"You need to come too."
"I don't want to hurt you."
She nodded in understanding, honestly she didn't think her body could take a full on session of their love making yet, but she couldn't leave him wanting like that.
"Kneel up here. I'll help you." She watched him rise up and move towards her juncture. Her thighs spread wide to fit his hips right against hers. "Pull it… out…" Kahlan blushed at her own request, but she wanted to look at him and her angle was already awkward.
He smiled at her request and did as he was asked. Very carefully he tugged his breeches down his hips exposing his cock.
She liked to look at him the organ was a deep red color and she could almost see the blood surging through it. It curved slightly and was so hard that it was begging for her to touch it. She reached out and stopped short of touching him. Her hand traced the length of his erection with a phantom feel, just millimeters from the hot flesh. She could see his face scrunch up as he anticipated her fingers making contact.
"Kahlan…"
Her name was all she needed and her hand lower that tiny bit and it almost felt like a burn as she finally touched him. He was so hot that she struggled not to pull away. Instead she took him in her fist and began to stroke him. Starting from the base she fueled and tugged on his cock. The hard organ still like velvet under her palm.
"Where do you want to come?"
"Spirits… Kahlan…" She'd never been so bold as to ask him and he felt a surge of arousal. Pre-cum was leaking from the tip and he looked down to watch her hand slide over his flesh. She paused at the tip and swiped her thumb across the opening covering the head with his moisture. More beaded to the surface as she continued stroking him.
"Tell me, Richard." She squeezed with more force in the next stroke. Her pace quickening, she wanted to feel the hot liquid against her skin to know that he was alive and wanting her just as much as she felt for him.
"Your…" He couldn't do it. He didn't want to say it. Her hand paused though with his lack of answer. She didn't remove it from his erection she just quit moving it. He looked at her face and saw that she was waiting for her answer. A flutter when through his gut as he thought about what he was going to say. "Your breasts. Oh, spirits."
She moaned as if the thought turned her on just as much but she quickly went to work. Her hand moved in a rhythm with purpose. She angled him so that his come would aim at her breast. The constant stroke, squeeze, swipe that she had begun became faster and tighter. She used her fist like her sheath and he reached to his side and clamped his hands onto her knees. He needed a hand hold if he was going to survive this.
"Whenever you're ready." She put her other hand under his balls, finding the soft piece of skin behind them and rubbing. She felt them tighten instantly in front of her hand and he made a noise like he was dying. Then the first warm rope of come hit her. Her aim was slightly north and it hit the bottom of her chin. She smiled and quickly lowered his manhood. The next shot was right where he wanted it. The warm stickiness dotted her skin and she moaned as the next shot of come followed.
He was finished far too soon for his tastes but he looked down at her chest and saw the evidence of his orgasm covering her. She gave him one more pump before releasing his cock. Her finger went to one of the spots between her breasts and pulled some of it up to her mouth. She took the portion of his seed into her the only way she could just then.
"That's a mess…" He tucked his softening member into his pants, climbed down from the bed and picked the sponge off the floor. She held her hand up to stop him from cleaning her yet and took another finger full to her lips. His cock twitched in his pants watching her lick away at his come.
"That was just what I needed." She took one last taste and then let him clean the rest from her.
"I think that I needed it too. It's been so long since we've shown each other out love… "
"Mmmhmmm. Sleep next to me tonight?" She let him help her pull a nightgown on after she'd been cleansed.
"I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't." She watched him straighten up the room and put everything in it's place before he reluctantly crawled in with her. "Tonight you don't need to think about anything. You just need to hold me."
"You know about…"
"Of course I do. I sometimes wake up from things without making a sound and I see you out there looking so sad and forlorn. Take a break from it for at least one night and just be here, warm against me."
He nodded and slid in beside her, drawing the blankets up to their necks. He wanted to spoon her to him but knew that it would be too much so he settled for placing a hand on her stomach. He rubbed his thumb back and forth as he watched her drift off to sleep.
"I love you." He nuzzled her ear and she mumbled the words in return before letting slumber claim her.
For once the night looked the as it used to. The moon seemed to shine brighter, the creatures of the forest skittered around happier and Richard slept without interruptions.
So did Kahlan.
The End.
Author: virkatjol
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kahlan's badly injured and Richard takes on her care. Written for fandomaid auction for zephyrmyst.
Disclaimer: I don't own Richard or Kahlan. If I did they'd have WAY more sex and be on for a 3rd season. js.
A/N: I haven't written R/K in a long time. I hope that this still sounds like them. I'm really worried that it's very much not them. BUT please judge for yourself. I hope that it's what you wanted zephyrmyst. This is Not BETA'd. I wanted to get it online. So excuse any major typos.
The night seemed darker now. It wasn't as if the moon shone any less or that the trees blocked out any more light then they used to. So it must be his vision that had become less bright.
Richard often sat outside the small cabin, only after she'd fallen asleep, and thought. He'd stare into the night and wonder where they'd be if things had happened differently. What if she hadn't taken all those blows to her body? What if he'd gotten there in time? Every scenario had played across his brain over and over. Every step he'd taken that day accounted for and thoughts of how he could have changed things.
His guilt rode him hard at night. When nothing in the world was there to distract him. Kahlan sleeping, fitfully at times, but resting and the silence that only the occasionally rustling of forest creatures, bugs and birds ever disturbed.
He'd made sure that they were alone. He didn't know how long this would take, but he wasn't going to let any outsiders tell him that he should give up. Nothing would ever make him give up on her.
Zedd had done all he could. His magic was weak against the kind that was used to hurt her. Dark spells that still surfaced every once in a while reminding him that she wasn't out of the woods yet. The old wizard had said that with time they'd fade.
Time and patience.
The old montage never became untrue. He heard a rustling behind him and hurried to peak through the door. Kahlan was moving around more than normal. He waited and watched her to see if he needed to soothe her or if she would work through it on her own. It took her a while to return to sleep, the pain from her bumps and bruises making it difficult. He couldn't treat her with the special oil again yet. It needed to soak in long enough before re-applying. The healer had been very specific.
Her blanket fell to the floor with her struggling and the purple splotches across her pale skin always made him suck back. They'd gotten lighter in the past weeks but the evidence that she still had so much further to go always pained him. Her body seemed to calm and settle back to sleep. He retrieved her green blanket and placed it back over her body. The night was warm, but she'd lost weight and he didn't want her to catch a chill.
Richard gently stroked her cheek before leaning over her and kissing her brow. Her lips were parted and he could feel her breath against his neck as he hovered over her. The pace was evening out and becoming deeper again.
It wouldn't be long before he'd lose his battle to stay awake. Every night he tried to keep watch forever. Every morning he'd find himself on the floor, sprawled out by the wall he'd leaned against the night before.
Kahlan would be smiling at him. Her lips turned up despite her pain simply because she loved him and he was here for her.
He felt himself drifting off now. She looked like she'd sleep until morning. If Richard just closed his eyes for a moment it would be alright.
And so it went.
*****
The days merged into weeks as he helped her recuperate. Their days became routine.
Wake up. Help her with personal things. Cook Kahlan's breakfast. Feed her. Entertain her with tales that she'd already heard a million times before or recount their journeys. Help her eat the lunch he made. Sometimes they'd bathe sometimes he'd carry her outside if she wasn't in much pain. Then dinner and the oil followed by sleep.
She was looking better now. But her spirit still seemed to be lacking something. He tried to ask her what was wrong but she didn't want to talk about it. He was so worried about her condition that he didn't push her.
One morning she broke her silence.
"How can you look at me like that?"
"Like what?" He'd been cleaning her body. The warm water dripping over her translucent flesh as he lightly rubbed her with the sponge. He liked to take care of her and while he loved to look upon her naked when he bathed her there wasn't anything sexual about it.
"Like you enjoy it…"
He wiped the dust and sweat from under her breast and rinsed the sponge before continuing.
"I do. I like taking care of you."
"No. Not like that. Like you like how I look."
"You're beautiful." He felt his hands shake with emotion, but he kept washing her. They'd made love many times before her injuries. He knew her body, he loved her body. No matter what it looked like she was his.
"I look… There's nothing beautiful about me right now."
Richard didn't answer her. Words wouldn't convince her, not now. He leaned over, dropping the sponge into the basin, and kissed her lips. Really kissed her. He'd been content to gently kiss her face or hair. He shouldn't have let it go that long, should have seen how she needed to feel more from him. But he was scared of hurting her. Now he realized he was hurting her by holding back.
Her mouth opened under his and her hands tangled into his hair. Her grip was still weakened from the weeks of unease that even squeezing as hard as she could wouldn't prevent him from leaving.
Kahlan pressed her tongue forward and he allowed her entry. He'd begun the kiss but was letting her take control. She tilted her head and changed the angle letting his mouth slide closer her her. Their tongues dueled and played. She actually felt something not associated with pain or exhaustion. it was good, wonderful. After a few minutes of kissing, sloppy, wet, hot kisses, she was panting heavily. Her chest hurt but she didn't want it to end.
He could tell she was having trouble and he pulled away. Her hands skimmed down his chest as he sat up on the side of the bed. It was wide enough for the both of them but he'd still been sleeping on the floor, unwilling to hurt her if he acidently rolled around at night.
"Did that answer your question?" Richard leaned down and kissed her damp skin. The bone of her clavicle stuck out more harshly then it used to but he followed it with his lips. His hand wandered down to stroke her ribs and he felt her palm skimming over his back.
"Yes. Keep going?" She didn't know if she could deal with rejection right now. She just wanted to feel something that wasn't associated with her injuries. Richard's mouth on hers had been the first thing in months that had allowed her to disappear from the world of constant aches and twitches.
"You sure?" She bit her lip and nodded. He didn't know if he believed that she could truly handle an orgasm right now. He knew that it would exhaust her for sure but maybe it was the kind of intense emotion that she needed to feel.
He continued to gently play across her skin with his hand while his lips took a journey down her chest over the swell of her breasts. They'd lost some of their natural curve but he knew that they'd gain it back as soon as she could consistently eat. Her nipples were a light pinkish brown color and his chin brushed across it as he worked his way downwards. He felt the nub pucker and tighten under him and his mouth watered to take it.
Richard held off and instead made sure that his lips touched every inch of her breasts. The soft curves tasted fresh and sweet. His tongue connected the freckles as he moved all over. He could feel her legs moving around, spreading, trying to get him where she needed him most. Her thigh bumped his hip and he looked down to see her arch upward trying to get some pressure. His hand moved down to still her. He didn't want her to become worn out before he really started touching her.
"Stay still." She groaned and worried her bottom lip. She didn't look convinced that she could comply with his request. "Please, I don't want you to waste your energy." She nodded again and he rewarded her by taking a nipple into his mouth. The pebbled peak felt good on his tongue and he laved at it. Her hands crushed his head to her breast not letting him leave. He suckled and licked one then swapped to the other.
The warmth of his mouth felt so good. The pressure from the suckling was just the right amount and she felt her body responding, her sex felt hot and swollen, heavy with moisture. her legs moved up and down on the sheets trying to encourage him to go down further. She craved his mouth on her sex.
A sudden burst of pain lead her to call out unexpectedly. She tried to hide it but Richard stiffened over her and began to pull away.
"I'm fine… Keep going." She panted the words out half breathless from pleasure half from the agony that was already fading.
"Kahlan…" He didn't want to fight with her but he certainly didn't have any intentions about hurting her.
"It was just sudden, I'll not call out again."
"That's not what I want. I want to know if you're hurting. This isn't a good idea." He stood and backed away from the bed. His obvious arousal chaffed against his pants.
"I just need…" Kahlan tried to find the words that would convince him. Him pulling away was the last thing that she needed. "I need you. I need this feeling…." He still looked wary of continuing. "Use the oil. It helps dampen the worst of my pains. Put that on me."
"I can rub the oil on you but I'm not sure about anything more. It feels like it's too soon."
Her growl of frustration startled him. She gave him an annoyed look before turning away from him. Richard watched her hand slide up from the mattress, across her stomach and make a path down to her sex.
"I'll just take care of-" A gasp interrupted her as her fingertip connected with her clit. "Myself."
Her finger circled the small bud slowly. She was already wet and slick and the friction was practically nonexistent. But it didn't matter she didn't really want to finish herself. She wanted to entice him back. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him yank the bottle of oil from the small table and walk it over to her. He placed his hand on hers and stopped her motion.
His hand rest on hers and he looked down at the juncture of her thighs. The way her finger disappeared into her folds made his breath catch. Kahlan pleasuring herself was something that he never grew tired of. This time he wouldn't allow it. If she was that desperate for relief, for contact, he'd be the one to provide it. He tugged at her hand and brought her finger to his lips.
She watched at his tongue peaked out and licked the tip of the finger that had just been touching her clit. She was mesmerized by his action and could tell that he was enjoying it just as much. He only lightly licked and cleaned her juices from the digit and when it looked like he was through he took it into his mouth and sucked on it. His tongue laved the pad of her finger as he devoured every last drop of her essence.
"None of that." He mumbled as he let her finger withdraw from his mouth. "Lay still while I apply this medicine." Her smile told him that she knew she'd won this round. She complied with the request and let him pour the oil into his hands and warm it before touching it to her skin.
His hands were gentle as he caressed her battered skin. Everything about her still seemed delicate and fragile. Richard worked the oil into her flesh he could see that it was definitely taking the edge off any sort of discomfort she'd been unwilling to admit to. Her breath seemed to draw easier and she seemed to relax more fully into his touch.
Kahlan used a hand to reach down and unlace his pants. He tried to swat her away but it was no use she wouldn't be dissuaded. Her hand slipped into his breeches and found the awaiting hardness she was craving. There wasn't much room to work but she wiggled her hand around and found a way to grasp him. Just the feel of his hot, hard organ pulsing under her palm was enough to arch her hips into the air and want to be filled.
The insistent rocking of her hips made him hurry and finish applying the oil. He set the bottle on the floor and then removed her hand from around his cock. He groaned at the loss but the focus needed to be on her for right now. The bed dipped under his weight as he kneeled along side her. He leaned over her and kissed her mouth before beginning the journey he'd abandoned earlier again.
The oil tasted sweet and a there was a little bitterness from the herbs that he knew were in there. He'd put a light coating on over her breasts and his lips massaged over the area rubbing the oil around the soft globes. He played with her nipples with the tip of his tongue for a minute before continuing down. Richard swung his leg across her hip and was now straddling over her body, still hovering but letting his weight settle closer to her body. He skipped over her ribs where most of the worst purple splotches still lingered and went to her belly. The slight swell where she'd cradle a child inside her was inviting and his kisses were welcomed if her noises were any indication.
Her sex was bumping his chin as he slip his mouth closer to his final destination. He could smell her intoxicating scent and his mouth watered to taste her again. The small indulgence earlier had made him eager for a full meal. It had been far too long since she'd come against his lips, juices flooding his mouth, and he needed it almost as much as she did.
The first contact of his lips made her suck in a large gulp of air. The sensation so sharp, so real, that she was surprised by the intensity. She was glad for the oil because the ache from the constant arching was there but only a slight throbbing in the background. His hands gripped her thighs and help spread her legs apart so he could lay between them.
Richard angled one of her legs over his back as he began licking at her folds. The lips of her sex were moist and swollen, so ready for him to bring her pleasure. He lapped gently at her not giving a lot of pressure but not being too light either. Her musky, spicy scent was driving him to distraction and all he wanted to do was to bury his cock deeply into her.
He concentrated on bringing her to orgasm instead of his own desires. The soft exploration of his tongue made her jolt and arch towards him as the sensations shot through her body.
"Feels so good, Richard. Need more." Her hand reached for his hair and tangled her fingers through it, pushing to get him closer.
"Patience." He hummed the words against her sex as he began delving into her sheath with his tongue. He massaged the opening pressing in a circle as he moved in and out. Another flood of juices coated his tongue as he worked her body into a fever. He used his lips to drink from her, sucking and licking, not letting any of her pearly moisture escape his mouth.
Kahlan's moans were becoming frantic and he new that it wouldn't be good for her to keep her hanging on the edge of pleasure for too long. She was still recovering and exhaustion was a danger. He retreated from her tunnel and teased her lips as he made his way to her clit. The little organ was hard and throbbing, it looked like his cock felt and he didn't watt any more time. He took it between his lips and began noisily suckling on it.
"Spirits, Richard!" She shouted his name as the pleasure raced through her. She hadn't felt this much in far too long. Her heel dug into his back as she starting rocking to the rhythm of his mouth. Everything was almost too much. Too much heat, too much feeling, too much need. It was overwhelming her and she had to remind herself to breathe.
Richard could practically feel her vibrating with the need to let go. He brought a hand up and slipped one of his fingers inside of her. It would have to suffice because he didn't plan to enter her with his cock, at least not today. He was too on edge and she was still too fragile.
His fingers matched the tempo set by his mouth and he could feel the pull of her body replying. She was wrapped around him and tugging him deeper. Her leg drew him closer while her internal muscles worked along his finger. The suckling and dip of his finger felt incredible and she held herself at the edge of climax for as long as she could handle.
The sensations final took over and she surrendered to the pleasure of orgasm. Her body arched off the bed and she couldn't breathe. It was the best thing she'd felt in ages. The please roared through her veins touching every cell in her body. She felt tight and hot and Richard's mouth and hand just kept moving over her prolonging the ecstasy forever.
Kahlan garbled words of thanks as she regained control of her body. Everything felt twitchy in a good way for once. All her nerve endings were raw but from the wonderful feeling of orgasm instead of from the pain of healing. She felt sated and content for the first time in a long while. She was tired but she propped herself up to look down at him. His head was resting on her thigh and his nose would nuzzle her before he would tilt to kiss her. She could see his hips rolling and knew that she needed to do something for him too.
"Your turn."
"No, I'm good, this was about you, baby."
Her legs spread invitingly and she beckoned him with her hands to move upwards.
"You need to come too."
"I don't want to hurt you."
She nodded in understanding, honestly she didn't think her body could take a full on session of their love making yet, but she couldn't leave him wanting like that.
"Kneel up here. I'll help you." She watched him rise up and move towards her juncture. Her thighs spread wide to fit his hips right against hers. "Pull it… out…" Kahlan blushed at her own request, but she wanted to look at him and her angle was already awkward.
He smiled at her request and did as he was asked. Very carefully he tugged his breeches down his hips exposing his cock.
She liked to look at him the organ was a deep red color and she could almost see the blood surging through it. It curved slightly and was so hard that it was begging for her to touch it. She reached out and stopped short of touching him. Her hand traced the length of his erection with a phantom feel, just millimeters from the hot flesh. She could see his face scrunch up as he anticipated her fingers making contact.
"Kahlan…"
Her name was all she needed and her hand lower that tiny bit and it almost felt like a burn as she finally touched him. He was so hot that she struggled not to pull away. Instead she took him in her fist and began to stroke him. Starting from the base she fueled and tugged on his cock. The hard organ still like velvet under her palm.
"Where do you want to come?"
"Spirits… Kahlan…" She'd never been so bold as to ask him and he felt a surge of arousal. Pre-cum was leaking from the tip and he looked down to watch her hand slide over his flesh. She paused at the tip and swiped her thumb across the opening covering the head with his moisture. More beaded to the surface as she continued stroking him.
"Tell me, Richard." She squeezed with more force in the next stroke. Her pace quickening, she wanted to feel the hot liquid against her skin to know that he was alive and wanting her just as much as she felt for him.
"Your…" He couldn't do it. He didn't want to say it. Her hand paused though with his lack of answer. She didn't remove it from his erection she just quit moving it. He looked at her face and saw that she was waiting for her answer. A flutter when through his gut as he thought about what he was going to say. "Your breasts. Oh, spirits."
She moaned as if the thought turned her on just as much but she quickly went to work. Her hand moved in a rhythm with purpose. She angled him so that his come would aim at her breast. The constant stroke, squeeze, swipe that she had begun became faster and tighter. She used her fist like her sheath and he reached to his side and clamped his hands onto her knees. He needed a hand hold if he was going to survive this.
"Whenever you're ready." She put her other hand under his balls, finding the soft piece of skin behind them and rubbing. She felt them tighten instantly in front of her hand and he made a noise like he was dying. Then the first warm rope of come hit her. Her aim was slightly north and it hit the bottom of her chin. She smiled and quickly lowered his manhood. The next shot was right where he wanted it. The warm stickiness dotted her skin and she moaned as the next shot of come followed.
He was finished far too soon for his tastes but he looked down at her chest and saw the evidence of his orgasm covering her. She gave him one more pump before releasing his cock. Her finger went to one of the spots between her breasts and pulled some of it up to her mouth. She took the portion of his seed into her the only way she could just then.
"That's a mess…" He tucked his softening member into his pants, climbed down from the bed and picked the sponge off the floor. She held her hand up to stop him from cleaning her yet and took another finger full to her lips. His cock twitched in his pants watching her lick away at his come.
"That was just what I needed." She took one last taste and then let him clean the rest from her.
"I think that I needed it too. It's been so long since we've shown each other out love… "
"Mmmhmmm. Sleep next to me tonight?" She let him help her pull a nightgown on after she'd been cleansed.
"I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't." She watched him straighten up the room and put everything in it's place before he reluctantly crawled in with her. "Tonight you don't need to think about anything. You just need to hold me."
"You know about…"
"Of course I do. I sometimes wake up from things without making a sound and I see you out there looking so sad and forlorn. Take a break from it for at least one night and just be here, warm against me."
He nodded and slid in beside her, drawing the blankets up to their necks. He wanted to spoon her to him but knew that it would be too much so he settled for placing a hand on her stomach. He rubbed his thumb back and forth as he watched her drift off to sleep.
"I love you." He nuzzled her ear and she mumbled the words in return before letting slumber claim her.
For once the night looked the as it used to. The moon seemed to shine brighter, the creatures of the forest skittered around happier and Richard slept without interruptions.
So did Kahlan.
The End.