Their shared dream comes true

It’s quiet in the little shack. Gill feels a warmth growing inside as Rosabel settles on top of him. More than one kind of warmth, actually – the glow of togetherness, of Rosabel’s presence, and the heat of arousal, feeling her body against his own. And now one more, a tinge of embarrassment, as he realises he’s half-hard again already. Will she notice that – ?

Gods. Don’t let me mess this up now.

Rosabel props herself up on his chest so that she can look down into his eyes. Still smiling, with a hint of – of mischief, desire, that he didn’t know she was capable of. But on her it looks good. Everything does.

This can’t be real. After so long hoping, wishing, yearning, and now so suddenly – this has to be a fey illusion. Or a dream. But when he looks in Rosabel’s eyes, he sees his love reflected. Nothing could be more real.

Slowly she lowers herself, leaning closer. His heart races, making him take in a breath before their lips meet, softly, timidly at first, but quickly yielding to each other. He smells her, tastes her. His arms close around her, and she groans happily, sinking into the embrace.

And, not far away, the Hamadryad and the Erlking fall back into each others arms; their common enemy defeated, their ages-long dispute forgotten, their renewed love suffusing the atmosphere of the Valley…

After a blissful eternity, Rosabel moves back – sitting up, astride him now. The bed creaks a warning that they both ignore. Breathing hard, her bosom heaving, she pauses – he sees her mustering her courage. A quick glance towards the door. Then, she gathers up the skirt of her dress and pulls it up, over her head –

Gill freezes, old instincts telling him not to stare, but how can he not? In a moment, Rosabel, the woman of his dreams, sits naked above him; flushed with excitement and maybe some embarrassment of her own, but not backing down. He drinks in the sight of her, slim and shapely, crowned in gold – every inch perfect. Yet it’s always her blue eyes that draw him back.

“Rose,” he whispers, “are you sure – ?”

She nods. “You’re not the only one who’s known what they wanted for a long time.”

She takes his hand and guides it, first to her face – her cheek, then caressing down her neck, to the soft curve of her breast. His heart beats faster and faster. Now across the smooth skin of her belly, and down between her thighs…

He can feel how wet she is already. Hesitant, sure he’s going to do it all wrong, he starts to touch, to probe, to stroke – she bites her lip, letting out a soft moan, arching her back as he pleasures her. Her hand moves down as well, and the breath escapes his lungs for a moment as he feels her touch the hardness of his cock through his clothes.

She squirms back a bit until she can properly unfasten his belt. He almost asks her to stop, suddenly afraid, but he’s too entranced to do anything. Now she’s pulled his trousers down, and his erection springs up proudly, no longer only halfway hard. Rosabel licks her lips as she studies it.

“Are we really going to…?” he manages.

“Do you want to?”

“Y- uh. Yes.”

“Good. So do I.”

He’s almost shocked at how naturally she takes charge. Almost. A side of her he never knew existed, but he likes it.

The bed rocks a bit precariously as she shifts her weight, lifting herself up – and up – to position herself above his eager member. He moves his hand to her hip, to help steady her, still looking into her eyes. His other hand meets her right, and their fingers twine together, holding on tight.

And then –

A gasp breaks from both of them as Rosabel lowers herself down, gently at first, letting his tip tease her slit. Then slowly, steadily, she begins to work it deeper inside. Her warm walls welcoming him in, wrapping around him. Gill’s whole body trembles, as he lies not sure what to do – not sure what he can do without the risk of splintering the bed beneath them both. With his supporting hand, and rocking his hips gently, he tries to make it as easy as he can for her, all the while seeing the look of pleasure on her face grow and grow.

It’s not wild. Not in the way it would have been with the satyrs. But it is passionate. The unspoken longing of the years finally in full voice. Groans, gasps, exultations – and the bed’s protests – fill the air.

It could go on forever, as far as Gill’s concerned. Nothing exists but the two of them, united at long last. Gone, the fear of satyr and naga and those walking trees. Gone, any thought of Luxara and whatever battle she might be fighting. This is victory. This is all he ever wanted.

But even eternity ends, it seems. Finally, falteringly, something creeps up on Gill, making his breaths shorter and faster. A sense of urgency – an awareness that he’s getting close to his limit. He has to do something.

“Rose,” he pants, “I have to – you have to – ”

She shakes her head. To his alarm, she doesn’t try to get off him, but leans down with a bit of difficulty to kiss him – to hold him – to look into his eyes as her movements push him over the edge, and –

They both cry out in the moment of shared climax, neither one thinking or caring about whether they can be heard from outside. Gill shudders in the throes of his orgasm, knowing – they should have – But his panic melts away in the warmth of Rosabel’s embrace.

She sinks down on top of him, her breasts pressing against his chest as both of them catch their breath. Whatever happens now, it will be all right. They will be all right. Together.