~This is a scene from my oldest working novel The Battle Of Prophecy~
~this is an erotic story, if you don't wish to read such, then please read no further...~

I remember when she came to me. The night was alive. I could feel the magic of the stones within my soul. I peered out from my tent making sure all was well and all were in their tents besides the night watch. The moon was a beautiful sight above us, shining down on the pillars surrounding our encampment. There were no clouds, only mist, as the breeze swept it over us. It was subtle but strong blowing the flaps of the tents. Though the night was peaceful, with the nightcrawlers to lull us to sleep. I retired inside my tent knowing it wise that I should rest well this night. Still, I found it hard to do so. I lay there gazing at my tents roof watching the shadow of a tree branch shiver in the wind. I thought of her, the one my heart feels cold without, she whom holds the key to my heart. I felt my eyes becoming heavy as I was pulled to my slumber.
Was it the wind I heard calling my name or was it mere imagination? I heard the sound again, closer now. The wind had stopped so I grew to wonder what the source of it could be. My candle was still lit and it did not dance yet stood watching me. I went to go put out when I caught the gaze of fiery emeralds upon a sea of silky white.
She knelt upon my bed as I stared in amazement. "Is this her that haunts my every waking moment? I have not seen such beauty until now. Is she a vision dear goddess? A vision of what comes?" My mind wracked with the question. Her body was covered only by the pale moonlight. I moved to her reaching out to touch the beauty hoping to find true flesh and not a feverish dream. When finding it as true I pulled her to me, kissing her soft lips and tasting such sweetness, explored further. Our tongues entwined as I cupped her face in my hands.
I removed the obstacles that blocked my skin from touching hers, wanting to be closer to her now than I have ever been. She pulled away the leather that held my hair letting it fall around my shoulders. She smiled as I stood over her. The candlelight danced across her skin as I laid her back against the bed. Moving atop her, out lips met once more as my hands explored the length of her body. As they wandered I thought of how I would love to spend my life traveling the continents of her skin and dive happily into all that she was.
Kissing softly down her neck and down to her chest my lips met with her sensuous nipples. Letting my tongue taste the flesh, encircling the sensitive nub, I hungrily pulled the flesh to my mouth and sucked softly. She moaned and my body shivered in response. "Such voice, my beautiful siren." I thought aloud as I guided my hand to her other breast and stroked it with my fingers. "If you, whose voice would lead me to my death, such would come of no consequence, for I would still come swiftly to your call."
I gazed at her beautiful face, her eyes were closed and lips slightly parted. Making sweet love to her body, I planted kisses down her stomach. As my lips came closer to her heated desire, she welcomed me. Her hips beckoning to the call of my touch. My tongue took in the soft flesh, tasting its sweet nectar and hungrily wanted more. My hands sought her, filling her gently with what her depths could hold gently pushing them deeper and rocking them in and out of her. My tongue took to her soft clit sucking softly.
Her moans increased and her breathing became rapid. I wanted to feel her body against mine engulfed in our passionate fire. She breathed my name then moaned it as she approached her peak and spilled over, rolling with the waves of pleasure. I drank of the sweet honey that followed. Returning to her arms, wrapped protectively around her, we kissed. Whispering my love and undying devotion to her she shifed and took to my body, loving it as I had loved hers. Our passion burned well through the hours, as the forgotten candle burned away to nothing.

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