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It was dark at first, then Rini\'s amulet started to glow faintly. Her eyes adjusted slowly to the glow, and she realized that Malekith was there too. His green eyes were almost luminescent in the pale pink glimmer of the rose amulet. Cyrinia stepped back away from Malekith, afraid he\'d try to slit her throat again. She couldn\'t make out anything in the form of scenery...just the two of them...standing there in empty space. When she backed up, however, she felt something resembling a wall behind her. Her heart clutched in fear. What was the dark elf going to do to her? When she\'d had those dreams before...he was a different elf...one capable of an emotion that Rini was sure Malekith wasn\'t. She felt her heart beating faster and faster. She was truly afraid, fearing for her life. Malekith stepped closer to Cyrinia, and she swallowed hard. \'This is it,\' she thought to herself. \'I\'ve gone to far...he\'s gonna kill me.\' He had the most serious expression on his face...his eyes darkened.
He put one hand against the wall and held Rini\'s chin with the other. Rini\'s eyes widened in terror. What was he doing? He took the hand he had on the wall off and reached for his katana. Rini gulped. She closed her eyes, hoping Malekith would kill her quickly. He held her face, studying it carefully. A stray tear fell down Rini\'s face, stopping when it hit his thumb. The torture of waiting was worse than the idea of dying at the dark elf\'s hands. Malekith stopped, replacing his sword in its sheath, sensing Rini\'s obvious fear. He put both hands on her face, wiping the tear lines from her cheeks.
\"Please,\" Rini pleaded. \"Don\'t torture me. If you feel I\'m such a burden, kill me and be done with it.\" Malekith tilted Rini\'s face up, and she opened her eyes.
\"Trust me, Cyrinia...if I were going to kill you, you\'d be dead already.\" He leaned in closer and kissed Cyrinia softly.
Rini\'s eyes widened in shock. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Malekith put his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. As he pulled her closer, he pushed her up against the wall, deepening the kiss. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it, pulsing like an executioner\'s procession. A fitting analogy, considering she felt like she was dying there in his arms, poisoned by his sweet kiss. Every muscle in her body tensed with desire, anxiety, anticipation.
Malekith reached around Rini and pulled loose the ribbon that held her hair in a braid. The dark tresses fell apart, surrounding her face. He ran his hand over her face, then through the silken strands of her hair. With it down like that, and her battle-worn dress, she looked nothing at all like the princess she was. She looked like a wild, wanton woman, and she felt the part.
Rini looked up at Malekith, her lips swollen from kissing and her body aching for more. Malekith stepped back and unsheathed his katana. She looked at him, confused. He took the sword and with one swift stroke sliced Rini\'s dress right down the middle. It hung from her shoulders like a robe, exposing her undergarments. Another slice of the katana and they too were decimated. Cyrinia blushed deeply. He used the tip of the sword to push the clothes off of her shoulders. There she stood, completely naked all but her rose amulet, which still illuminated the area.
Malekith looked Cyrinia over. Under all that haughtiness, there was a beautiful elven woman. Her soft, delicate, unscarred skin...her well-developed breasts...her slim waist and hips...and her strong legs. Rini flushed red with shame, all the way to her freckled belly. Malekith walked up to her, smiling. That was something she\'d never expect him to do. \"You have nothing to fear,\" he told her. \"I won\'t harm you.\" Rini nodded slowly and Malekith kissed her again. He put his hands on her hips, causing Cyrinia to shiver at his touch. She felt this incredible, almost unbearable heat course through her body.
He started to unfasten his armor, letting it fall with a loud clank. He proceeded to undress, and soon was standing there before her in all his masculine glory. Cyrinia could see battle scars on his pale skin; reminders of his violent past.
Malekith pushed her hard against the wall, making her feel the heat in his body and the tightness of every muscle, especially the thick proof of his manhood. He kissed her neck and moved his fingers all over her porcelain skin. The warmth inside Rini started to rise even more with each touch, each kiss. It teased her, tormented her, tortured her. She wanted him...as much as her pride would prevent her from admitting it. She closed her eyes and reveled in his slow orchestrations on her body. He took one of her soft breasts and massaged it slowly. Rini bit her lip and let out a soft moan.
She never knew she could imagine being with a man like this. Being a priestess for her people, she had to remain a virgin, unless her divine mistress Mishikal were to grant her freedom from that burden...the freedom to love. Rini cast her caution to the wind...this was merely a dream. Her desires were only being fulfilled subconsciously. She let Malekith do as he pleased with her. His strong hands played her body like a lute, causing immeasurable amounts of pleasure in her.
She took his head in her hands and looked into his green eyes with her deep blue ones. \"I want you, Malekith. My quest...no...my life...are nothing without you.\"
She leaned up to kiss him, and saw past him. There was a bed, one fit for a king and queen. There were soft red velvet blankets that were sprinkled with rose petals. Malekith picked Cyrinia up and laid her on the luxurious bed. The rose petals tickled her bare back. Malekith climbed onto the bed, and towered over her. He was a fine specimen of manhood, even if he was a dark elf. Rini drew in a breath.
\"Please...stop torturing me.\" With that, he plunged into her, sending her senses flying, taking her back to a state of euphoria. She knew that if she was making love for the first time in real life, she\'d be in pain, or so she\'d been told. She was happy to experience this in an astral state before she did it in reality. It felt so real...was she sure she was dreaming?
Malekith brought Cyrinia to levels of pleasure she\'d never thought her seemingly innocent mind could comprehend. Suddenly, she felt an explosion, like a thousand sparkling fireworks inside her. Malekith wasn\'t able to control himself any longer, and his body let loose everything it had into her.
He laid down next to her and she nestled into his arms. She leaned up and kissed him softly...
Rini opened her eyes...and realized her lips were touching Malekiths.

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It was dark at first, then Rini\'s amulet started to glow faintly. Her eyes adjusted slowly to the glow, and she realized that Malekith was there too. His green eyes were almost luminescent in the pale pink glimmer of the rose amulet. Cyrinia stepped back away from Malekith, afraid he\'d try to slit her throat again. She couldn\'t make out anything in the form of scenery...just the two of them...standing there in empty space. When she backed up, however, she felt something resembling a wall behind her. Her heart clutched in fear. What was the dark elf going to do to her? When she\'d had those dreams before...he was a different elf...one capable of an emotion that Rini was sure Malekith wasn\'t. She felt her heart beating faster and faster. She was truly afraid, fearing for her life. Malekith stepped closer to Cyrinia, and she swallowed hard. \'This is it,\' she thought to herself. \'I\'ve gone to far...he\'s gonna kill me.\' He had the most serious expression on his face...his eyes darkened.
He put one hand against the wall and held Rini\'s chin with the other. Rini\'s eyes widened in terror. What was he doing? He took the hand he had on the wall off and reached for his katana. Rini gulped. She closed her eyes, hoping Malekith would kill her quickly. He held her face, studying it carefully. A stray tear fell down Rini\'s face, stopping when it hit his thumb. The torture of waiting was worse than the idea of dying at the dark elf\'s hands. Malekith stopped, replacing his sword in its sheath, sensing Rini\'s obvious fear. He put both hands on her face, wiping the tear lines from her cheeks.
\"Please,\" Rini pleaded. \"Don\'t torture me. If you feel I\'m such a burden, kill me and be done with it.\" Malekith tilted Rini\'s face up, and she opened her eyes.
\"Trust me, Cyrinia...if I were going to kill you, you\'d be dead already.\" He leaned in closer and kissed Cyrinia softly.
Rini\'s eyes widened in shock. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Malekith put his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. As he pulled her closer, he pushed her up against the wall, deepening the kiss. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it, pulsing like an executioner\'s procession. A fitting analogy, considering she felt like she was dying there in his arms, poisoned by his sweet kiss. Every muscle in her body tensed with desire, anxiety, anticipation.
Malekith reached around Rini and pulled loose the ribbon that held her hair in a braid. The dark tresses fell apart, surrounding her face. He ran his hand over her face, then through the silken strands of her hair. With it down like that, and her battle-worn dress, she looked nothing at all like the princess she was. She looked like a wild, wanton woman, and she felt the part.
Rini looked up at Malekith, her lips swollen from kissing and her body aching for more. Malekith stepped back and unsheathed his katana. She looked at him, confused. He took the sword and with one swift stroke sliced Rini\'s dress right down the middle. It hung from her shoulders like a robe, exposing her undergarments. Another slice of the katana and they too were decimated. Cyrinia blushed deeply. He used the tip of the sword to push the clothes off of her shoulders. There she stood, completely naked all but her rose amulet, which still illuminated the area.
Malekith looked Cyrinia over. Under all that haughtiness, there was a beautiful elven woman. Her soft, delicate, unscarred skin...her well-developed breasts...her slim waist and hips...and her strong legs. Rini flushed red with shame, all the way to her freckled belly. Malekith walked up to her, smiling. That was something she\'d never expect him to do. \"You have nothing to fear,\" he told her. \"I won\'t harm you.\" Rini nodded slowly and Malekith kissed her again. He put his hands on her hips, causing Cyrinia to shiver at his touch. She felt this incredible, almost unbearable heat course through her body.
He started to unfasten his armor, letting it fall with a loud clank. He proceeded to undress, and soon was standing there before her in all his masculine glory. Cyrinia could see battle scars on his pale skin; reminders of his violent past.
Malekith pushed her hard against the wall, making her feel the heat in his body and the tightness of every muscle, especially the thick proof of his manhood. He kissed her neck and moved his fingers all over her porcelain skin. The warmth inside Rini started to rise even more with each touch, each kiss. It teased her, tormented her, tortured her. She wanted him...as much as her pride would prevent her from admitting it. She closed her eyes and reveled in his slow orchestrations on her body. He took one of her soft breasts and massaged it slowly. Rini bit her lip and let out a soft moan.
She never knew she could imagine being with a man like this. Being a priestess for her people, she had to remain a virgin, unless her divine mistress Mishikal were to grant her freedom from that burden...the freedom to love. Rini cast her caution to the wind...this was merely a dream. Her desires were only being fulfilled subconsciously. She let Malekith do as he pleased with her. His strong hands played her body like a lute, causing immeasurable amounts of pleasure in her.
She took his head in her hands and looked into his green eyes with her deep blue ones. \"I want you, Malekith. My quest...no...my life...are nothing without you.\"
She leaned up to kiss him, and saw past him. There was a bed, one fit for a king and queen. There were soft red velvet blankets that were sprinkled with rose petals. Malekith picked Cyrinia up and laid her on the luxurious bed. The rose petals tickled her bare back. Malekith climbed onto the bed, and towered over her. He was a fine specimen of manhood, even if he was a dark elf. Rini drew in a breath.
\"Please...stop torturing me.\" With that, he plunged into her, sending her senses flying, taking her back to a state of euphoria. She knew that if she was making love for the first time in real life, she\'d be in pain, or so she\'d been told. She was happy to experience this in an astral state before she did it in reality. It felt so real...was she sure she was dreaming?
Malekith brought Cyrinia to levels of pleasure she\'d never thought her seemingly innocent mind could comprehend. Suddenly, she felt an explosion, like a thousand sparkling fireworks inside her. Malekith wasn\'t able to control himself any longer, and his body let loose everything it had into her.
He laid down next to her and she nestled into his arms. She leaned up and kissed him softly...
Rini opened her eyes...and realized her lips were touching Malekiths.