"Eira..." Arnar repeated his whisper. .
A tingling sensation traveled through her pointy ears, sending a delightful shiver down her spine.
It was a familiar sensation, one that reminded her of the magical encounters they had experienced before.
As Eira lay on top of him, their bodies intimately intertwined, Arnar's hand delicately slid down her waist, gently grazing her skin beneath her skirt.
His touch was both electrifying and comforting, sending waves of pleasure through her.
She could feel the soft warmth of his palm as it cupped her bare ass cheeks, offering a comforting and intimate embrace.
Eira couldn't help but feel as though there were two hands caressing her at once, each touch sending pulses of desire through her body.
"Arnar..." she murmured, lifting her head to gaze into his eyes, her own eyes filled with curiosity and desire.
"I needed a bed, but I didn't tell you why."
He pulled away slightly, concern etched on his face as he looked down at her.
"Eira... Your face is flushed," he said softly, his eyes looked filled with genuine care. His hand moved up her thigh, his touch feather-light, causing her skirts to lift further, revealing her most intimate secrets. "Are you already excited?" he whispered, a mischievous grin appeared on his lips.
A blush colored Eira's cheeks, and she nodded, her body trembled with anticipation. The tips of his fingers found the delicate slit between her legs, gently stroking it with an expert touch.
His other hand reached up, firmly grasping the bottom of her skirt, teasingly lifting it up around her hips. Eira gasped as he exposed her fully, her vulnerability laid bare before him.
"You are my wife, my love, and there is nothing to fear," Arnar reassured her, with affection and possessiveness.
He pressed his finger against her moist entrance, his touch sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her. "We have been married for years now, and I know how deeply you love me."
Eira's breath hitched as he began to rub against her swollen clit,
"Arnar!" her moans grew louder with each passing moment. The warmth of her desire mixed with the exquisite sensations flooding her body, causing her juices to flow freely, soaking his hand.
"Ohhh... Arnar!" Eira cried out, unable to contain her pleasure any longer. His thumb expertly manipulated her sensitive nub, intensifying her pleasure.
"Good girl," he murmured, with low, husky whisper. He added a second and third finger, skillfully penetrating her, and Eira's body arched in response. "So wet already..."
His throbbing arousal pressed firmly against her belly, a testament to his own desire, yet he remained focused on her pleasure. Eira surrendered to the sensations, allowing herself to be consumed by the pleasure he bestowed upon her. She knew, without a doubt, that he loved her unconditionally and would never betray her.
"Arnar... Please..." she moaned desperately, her sounds were filled with need and longing.
He withdrew his fingers from her wetness, replacing them with two of his thick fingers, expertly penetrating her rear entrance.
"No!" Eira gasped in surprise, but her body responded willingly to his touch,
"Just this time, I promise…"
Eira released her muscles, accepting him fully.
An orgasm surged through her, consuming her entire being as her body tensed with ecstasy.
Every motion sent agonizing, electric currents surging through her ass, fracturing her with each passing moment.
Arnar continued to thrust into her, quickening the pace as he felt her tighten around him.
He reveled in the sensation of her tightness, relishing in the way she gripped him during her climax. His own release neared, but he fought to maintain control.
Eira felt his body tense, his release was imminent. She felt the warmth of his seed spilling inside her, a tangible reminder of their connection.
He continued to move within her, prolonging their intimate union, cherishing the bond they shared.
Finally, spent and breathless, they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies intertwined in a loving embrace.
"Thank you, Eira," he whispered with devotion.
"And I love you, Arnar," she replied, gasping for air.
As they lay there, basking in the afterglow of their intimate connection, Arnar gently placed his thumb on Eira's forehead, a gesture of love and protection. "Ssshh... We are bound together," he murmured, his touch created a surge of energy between them.
Their essences intertwined, creating a radiant sphere of light above Eira's head, a symbol of their eternal bond.
The glowing sphere hovered above her, casted a gentle illumination in the room.
Eira turned her gaze back to Arnar, her eyes looked like it was filled with love and gratitude.
She was marked as his, and together, they belonged to each other, united in a love that transcended mere physical pleasure.
As the radiant sphere of light gently hovered above Eira's head, its ethereal glow seemed to cast a sacred aura around them.
The room was filled with a sense of profound connection and intimacy, their spirits entwined in a dance of love and trust.
Arnar tenderly brushed his fingers against Eira's cheek, tracing the curve of her jawline with reverence.
His touch conveyed a deep understanding and acceptance, assuring her that they were bound together not only in passion but also in a profound spiritual union.
"Eira," he finally spoke, resonating with awe and tenderness. "You are the embodiment of everything I hold dear. With each passing day, my trust for you grows stronger, transcending the boundaries of this mortal realm."
Her heart swelled with emotion as she listened to his heartfelt words, the depth of his love washed over her like a gentle wave of ocean. In that moment, she realized that their physical union was merely a reflection of the unbreakable bond that existed between their souls.
"You are my anchor, Arnar," she replied,"In your arms, I find solace, strength, and an unwavering sense of belonging. Together, we are invincible."
They remained locked in a tender embrace, their bodies entangled, but it was the connection of their hearts and souls that truly bound them.
Time seemed to stand still as they reveled in the aftermath of their passion, cherishing the sacred intimacy they had shared.
In the hushed stillness of the room, they exchanged soft whispers of endearment, their words a symphony of love and devotion.
Their fingers gently caressed each other's skin, traces invisible patterns that only they could comprehend.
As the night wore on, their bodies grew weary, yet their hearts remained ablaze with the fire of their passion.
In their dreams, they continued to explore the depths of their connection, transcending the physical realm and delving into the vast expanse of their shared consciousness.
In this ethereal plane, Arnar discovered new layers of intimacy, where the boundaries between their beings dissolved, and they became one.
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-Well done, king…The demon smirked while Arnar was asleep, not understanding that the creature was also fulfilling his own desires.
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When they awakened, the morning light cast a soft glow upon their entwined bodies, illuminating their connection like a beacon in the darkness.
With a new purpose and a strengthened bond, they prepared themselves for what awaited them on their way to the mountain, knowing that the demons would be hard to face.