by S. A. Garcia
My Alasdaire pressed close against my back. He slowly rubbed his nose against my neck. Solace and delight filled my soul.
A coy snicker filled my ears. “So, King, did your doctor treat you for wrist cramps?”
What? “Powers Above, I left you with my wicked-tongued Keith for entirely too long. The answer is no, although I certainly fell asleep dreaming of holding you close. Dreaming of you helped chase away my worst pain.”
“Then I feel happy.” Alasdaire’s nose parted my hair. He slowly kissed my sweaty neck.
His teasing made me feel slightly breathless. My cock twitched in carnal delight. “You tease, if you continue your seductive kissing, I might not be able to keep both hands on the reins.”
More laughter danced into the hills. I felt completely giddy with love and desire. New freedom beckoned us.
We steadily ascended the nearly hidden dirt track until we reached a narrow fissure snaking into the mountains. Alasdaire leaned past my shoulder and gazed up at the rocky grandeur. “My love, this place is truly beautiful.”
“Just wait until we travel further in.”
We emerged from the secretive stony gap. Alasdaire gasped in amazed delight. We entered a narrow valley thick with tall pale birches, delicate silver willows, and the enduring cypresses. Lively vines displaying pastel finery tumbled down the rocky walls and hosted hummingbirds and determined bees. A bright, sun-flecked waterfall frisked down the black rocks and merrily dove into a racing stream alongside a primordial oak hiding a narrow path. After we loved, we needed to find an ancient shrine and offer thanks to love’s true power. Alongside the stream sat a quaint cottage, the stone structure designed to look ancient but recently completed under Keith’s careful supervision. A realm crafted for lovers.
Alasdaire whispered into my ear. “Linden, how perfectly enchanting.”
What a perceptive Elf. I dismounted without help. What freedom! I held my hands up toward Alasdaire. His smile turned longing. “Come to me, my darling.”
His graceful body slid into my supportive arms. I never imagined being able to hold him in such easy passion. Our intense embrace turned into a bizarre swaying dance punctuated by feverish kissing and hasty clothing removal. Eager fingers sought naked flesh wherever they could. We dropped to our knees and forcefully drank of each other’s mouths.
I gasped in need. “Come, sweet Elf, make this King feel your love again. Make the sacred mountain ring with our love.” I stretched back against the sweet green grass. My healed body felt so energized.
Alasdaire sprawled against me. Canes met scales. Pale flesh slid against darkness. His lips kissed my flesh so fiercely I felt branded. He paused and bit my stomach. “Long ago you promised to love me forever.”
“Yes, my beauty, and today is the delicious start. I decided we needed a sensual vacation. For once in my life I want to act completely irresponsibly. We shall dwell here for a blessed month alone and undisturbed. The fox shall protect us and the birds serve us. Does our private realm please you? Will you join me here?”
Between kissing my face Alasdaire breathed his words. “King, you’d have to lock me in manacles to prevent me from joining you.”
I playfully leered at my smiling beauty. “Nay, my lovely Elf, I’d rather lock my cock deep inside your grace.”
“What a completely irresponsible suggestion! Shall I explore such a fascinating option? Hmm, perhaps I own a special keyhole for you to enter.” As he spoke, Alasdaire flexed his long fingers against my opening and swiftly slid them inside.
I arched in joy and groaned my pleasure. My rapture encouraged my bold Alasdaire to thrust his fingers deeper. He carefully teased his fingertips against my secret flesh. Yes, my Elf used his sensual training to dislocate my reason.
Alasdaire’s persistent inner caressing forced a genuine cry of uninhabited lust from my tense throat. I arched my neck. Warm lips nursed my pulse. Teeth nipped and adored. Yes, I needed this wild creature to complete my life. Once he released my flesh, Alasdaire laughed and uttered a playful shout. As the sound echoed back, I teasingly answered him before we merged in fresh laughter.
When I fully possessed my more than eager Elf, our delirious cries wildly echoed into the sacred heart of the watching mountains. Although almost blinded by wet lust, my heaven-turned gaze saw a startled Loresa Jay take wing over the far valley wall. Hello, my feathery friend! My rolling laughter made Alasdaire thrust up all the harder until we succumbed to merriment and each other’s loving, secure pleasure. After Alasdaire regained his panting breath he raised his damp face to the sky and howled, “I love you!” The words careened into the stone. The valley caught the truth for all time.
We shouted and laughed like energized children until we fell into a spent tangle of adoring flesh. Our sated lips licked mingled sweat drops. The finest wine couldn’t come close to the heady flavor spiced by sheer love. My tongue traced vibrant canes shining against copper flesh. They tasted magical.
This day cemented our future years. I knew this valley would become our favorite site. During the day I imagined us cuddled close together either in the waterfall’s pulsing fury or on the grass. We’d only use the bed for needed sleep. No matter what the year, I knew we would hear our original lusting echoes vibrate from the enduring stone. The sound captured the enchanted music of two longing and sometimes lost souls openly becoming one with the world.
I knew the natural world accepted our love.
I knew it for all time.
About the Author
S.A. Garcia can never decide between red or white. Nor can she decide between creating visual art or word art, so over the decades a career in visual design, music journalism, and technical writing blossomed. Ten years of running an indie music magazine certainly provided plenty of wild characters and curious situations for fiction.
Even when traveling to interview bands, writing fiction always percolated in the background, and writing male romantic fiction ruled above all. Reading Gordon Merrick at age nineteen sounded a wonderful wake-up call. There's thirty years of male/male romance hidden away in her notebooks and on the computer. Now it is time to release the stories into the free air.
When not obsessing over different ways to describe romantic encounters, S.A. enjoys cooking for her beloved of twenty-five years; she endures the endless experiments with grace. Gardening, traveling, arguing politics, and teaching the house bunnies new tricks provide more fun. Unfortunately the furry furies refuse to learn how to type.
Fantasy Romance from Dreamspinner Press
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Canes and Scales ©Copyright S.A. Garcia, 2011
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors’ imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Released in the United States of America
March 2011
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