Maliuth: The Reborn

by McKnight, Stormy

  “We have one day at most. My father will work with the King to arrange the time. I thought it best if we requested a meeting instead of waiting for The Elder to push for one. It shows that we are earnest in our desire for resolution.” Maliuth closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the perfume at her wrist. When he opened his eyes, they were so dark as to be almost black. “I will not lose you Alea. I cannot.”

  “You won’t.” She assured him. She suddenly noticed a strange pulsing in her shoulder. “Why is my shoulder sore now? The pain had cleared before we left the temple.”

  “It is the bonding tattoo. You might feel pain for a few days.” He flexed his shoulder and Alea watched in fascination. There was something a little dark and entirely sexy about a man with a tattoo. “In a newly bonded couple, the tattoos will respond differently the closer to each other that we get.”

  Alea moved so that her chest was inches from his. “How close would we be required to get?” She licked her suddenly dry lips and his eyes flew to her mouth. “For our tattoos to ‘respond’ to each other that is.”

  Maliuth drew a shaky breath. “We…uh…would need to be closer.”

  She raised an eyebrow, “Closer you say?” Shifting a bit until her breasts were just touching his chest she asked, “This close?”

  “Uh…closer.” His breath was ragged and the husky timber to his voice told her that he was as aroused by her, as she was by him.

  Shifting so that her breasts were flattened against his chest, her cleavage bulging out the top of her dress, she teased. “Would you say this would be close enough?” her voice was raspy and thick with desire. Her hands came up to this shoulders to pull him more tightly against her.

  “I think...” He began and she was suddenly straddling his lap. Her dress had been partially destroyed from her rolling around the floor with the flaming Oracle. There was a loud ripping sound, and she looked to see that the poor gown had given up. Forcing her onto his lap was the death of the dress. It was torn from hem to mid-stomach. Since she hadn’t been given any undergarments to wear, that left her open and exposed to Maliuth’s devouring eyes. “That we should do that thing again with our lips.”

  “Kiss—?” Alea didn’t get the chance to finish. Maliuth was done talking. He had certainly picked up enough about kissing to steal her breath. His lips were hard and demanding, his teeth gently biting into her lower lip.

  “Yes.” His mouth moved on hers, “I like this kissing.” He sealed his lips more firmly against hers. His tongue flicked out and she met the advance with her own. She could feel him trembling against her. He really did like kissing.

  Now that they were private, she moved her fingers into the hair at his neck and trailed them upwards toward his jawline. She could feel the slight bristle of hair against her fingers as she rubbed them against his face. Keeping him distracted by the kiss, she slowly let her fingertips glance against the base of his ear, and then pulled them back. He froze for a second in their kiss and she kept moving her lips against his, pretending she didn’t know why he stopped. When he relaxed against her, and resumed their kiss, she positioned her fingers and gently pinched one earlobe. He shuddered dramatically against her, his lips stopped moving and she opened her eyes.

  Molten emotion was boiling in his deep chocolate eyes. She had never seen a male with a look like this on his face. “Maliuth did I do something wrong?” Alea had sensed that the ears played a very sexual role here on Prion, which is why she had protested anyone touching them before. With Maliuth she had wanted to do anything she could to make him desire her and maybe touching the ears was taboo.

  “You are so perfect it is scary.” He rasped out hoarsely. “You have done nothing wrong.” Digging his fingers in her hair, he kissed one cheek reverently. “So tiny.” He kissed her temple, “So beautiful.” He moved to breathe hotly next to her ear. “So desirable.”

  Alea knew what he was going to do, and her whole body was shaking in anticipation. Between one breath and another, he placed his hot mouth against her neck just below her ear. She drew in a great shuddering breath. He pulled her more tightly against his chest, her breasts plastered against him and her back arched. His lips burned against her neck, and then he moved them to hover along her earlobe. With every breath, he blew his exhalations along her ear and her nerves screamed in excitement.

  She was writhing in an agony of need on his lap. Her hands moved along his back and onto his shoulders. Her hips moved against him of their own volition. She wasn’t an expert in Elven anatomy, but whatever they were doing was causing a massive reaction in his pants. She didn’t worry about the logistics of the sexual act because she knew this body was made for Maliuth. Whatever they did next was going to be pleasurable she had faith in him.

  “My pants.” He gasped and her fingers went from his shoulders to work the strange fastening of them. His fingers had gone there as well and all she managed to do was tangle their fingers together. Deciding that holding onto his shoulders might be more helpful. She moved her hands out of the way. He quickly managed the fastening and went to stand. She locked her arms around his neck and legs around his waist. His fingers were trying to push his pants out of the way. With her locked against him, he managed to delve his fingers into more than just his pants.

  “We need to get to a bed.” He groaned when she clasped the rigid flesh pressing against her. Letting her fingers feel out the shape and steely warmth she was surprised that besides a wider girth, he seemed to be shaped similar to what she was used to.

  “Why?” Alea was desperate to have him right now. She didn’t care if they made it to a bed. “Here. On the couch.” She moved her lips against his chest, licking and biting in her frustration.

  “It is not proper.” He groaned louder when she bit his nipple a bit harder than necessary.

  “I don’t care.” Alea was relieved when Maliuth seemed to give up the fight. He dropped back onto the couch with her seated in his lap. She made sure to arrange her knees on either side of his thighs and then let out a started shriek when he pulled her down and thrust up at the same time.

  “I have hurt you?” he went to push her forward and sit up. She threw herself more firmly against him and wound her hands into his hair.

  “No.” She moved against the slight sting his penetration had caused, “I’m fine.” She moved again, drawing herself back and forth against him. “It was just a surprise.” She rubbed her breasts against his chest and kept moving. “Tell me this is pleasurable for you.”

  He must have decided that words were wasted and actions spoke more clearly, because he once again plastered his mouth to hers and took over the rhythm of their lovemaking. With one hand in her hair and one at her lower back, he proceeded to rock into her.

  Alea’s tattoo was again starting the pulsing she had experienced in the Oracle Temple. If this is what sex was like, she didn’t think they were ever going to make it out of Maliuth’s home. The sensations washing over here were so intense she almost couldn’t catch her breath. Tearing her mouth from his she gasped, “Maliuth.” Her body started to break apart and she wanted him to join her. Without thinking, she placed a hot kiss on his ear and flicked her tongue against it.

  “A-l-e-a!” Maliuth jerked under her, his body going rigid. His already impressive hardness swelled inside her until it was painful. Then his release warmed her, the pain subsided and her insides spasmed in answer. The throbbing in her tattoo pressed against his exploded and the intensity of her climax caused her to pass out.

  Chapter Eight

  Maliuth struggled to regain his senses. What had happened? The last thing he remembered was showing Alea around their home. They had gone into the sitting room…it all came back to him in a rush. Opening his eyes, he saw that Alea was lying against him. Her breathing was steady and she appeared unharmed. There was the smell of lovemaking in the air, and Alea’s naked body was still pressed intimately into his.

  Taking care when he stood and carefully holding Alea against him,
he carried her to the second level master bedroom. Laying her on top of the covers, he knew the first order of business was to get rid of the mangled remnants of her dress. Since it was torn to mid-stomach anyway, he just took the two sides and finished the tear. Now that the dress could be pulled away, he paused. He wanted to examine her at his leisure. They had been so frantic in their first encounters. He wanted a chance to see her body without distraction.

  Starting at her tiny feet, he avoided the toes and soles of her feet worried that she might be ticklish and he did not want to wake her. Instead, he moved his fingers along the smooth skin of her calf until he reached the indent of her knee. Tracing a line along her inner thigh, he reached the vee of her legs and the moist residue of their lovemaking. Her black curls were glistening and the fold of her sex were pink and inviting.

  He could feel the hardening in his groin and hurried to move his fingers to the gentle swell of her stomach. Splaying his hands on either side of her waist, he let his fingers rub up the pale skin to just under her breasts. The dress slipped away and his eyes feasted on the sight of her bare breasts. They were an ample handful he was delighted to discover. The nipples were a nice pale brown shade and when he tweaked them with his thumbs, they pebbled into hard nubs. Plumping the flesh and distracting himself with her breasts hadn’t eased the ache in his sex…it had intensified the pain.

  Moving his hands along her shoulders and into her hair, he turned her neck to one side to see her perfect feminine ear. Then he turned her neck to see the other side. He wasn’t sure what Alea had done with her mouth on his ear, but whatever it was, caused him to have such a reaction that he blacked out. He had to know what she had done. Then he could return the favor and give her the same pleasure. Although looking at her prone on the bed, it would seem her release had been as intense. At least he could boast that he had regained himself before her.

  Deciding that Alea might need the rest more than his sexual advances, Maliuth gently covered her in a blanket and went into the adjoining bathing room for a shower. Being a single male, this room had the toilet in a separate room from the shower and a single pedestal sink. Some homes had a large bathing tub. He had just never seen the appeal to them. His shower worked just fine. His mother had laughingly told him to wait until he had a mate, then he would understand. He would have to ask Alea what her preference was.

  Opening the shower, he adjusted the water and stepped under the spray. It was a large space with a seat running along all three walls. You could sit under the spray to wash, or stand at either end. There were two showerheads, so it didn’t matter where in the shower you were. You would get as wet as you wanted. Taking a handful of soap, he rubbed his hair and body with the suds until he felt clean. The soap they used was environmentally friendly so that the trees wouldn’t be damaged. Just as he was turning to let the spray flow down his back, he felt a hand on his arm.

  “Maliuth?” Alea had joined him in the water. “Do you mind if I join you?” he was surprised at her hesitance.

  “Of course I do not mind.” He moved so that she could be under the showerhead he had been using, and turned on the other side too. “I would have brought you in myself but you were resting.” He looked her over and saw that although pale she seemed okay. “How are you feeling?”

  “Fine.” He saw a faint blush color her cheeks. “Is sex between partners always so intense?”

  He made sure her hair was wet and started soaping it, “I have never had such a release before. That could be because the connection I have with you is unique as my mate.” His tattoo was starting to throb faintly now that Alea was once again close.

  “I like the sound of that.” He saw that her eyes were scrunched closed, “My mate.”

  Moving her under the water to rinse her hair he worked his fingers through the black strands. “You are mine. No one can change what we have, or take you away from me.” His voice had gone rough and he did not care. “I will fight all of Abondiel to keep you.” Her hair was rinsed and he pulled her close in a fierce hug. Groaning at the reaction his body had at her nearness. He turned her away from him and placed her hands against the wall. Grabbing the soap up again he whispered, “Let me get you clean.”

  His intentions were honorable. His original thought was to wash Alea’s body. Then his soapy hands worked over her curves and his good intentions flew out the window. Instead of just soaping her, he massaged her muscles until she sighed happily.

  “That feels really good. My tattoo was acting up again, but the massage helped.” Her voice was soft and he worried she might fall asleep again.

  Thinking to get finished in case she did, he hurried to scrub her back. Then added more soap and put one hand between her legs. His fingers soaped the soft curls, the water running down his arm washed away the suds as he rubbed. Against his better judgement, his fingers found the soft folds of her sex and slide across them. He told himself that he was just making sure she was clean. Her breathing was quickening and she was pressing back against him.

  “I think you missed a spot.” She rasped out, her back arching. Her hands slid down to the seat and her legs spread wider. Her black hair was sleek and sticking along her back.

  “Here?” he moved the hand between her legs to cup her mound. He rubbed back and forth to make sure he hit every nerve.

  Alea gasped, her hips flexing against his hand, “Yes, there.” She moved again, “There is also a spot…a bit…deeper.”

  “Deeper you say?” His fingers pulled back along her folds to find her wet, and not from the shower or soap. “Around here?” his fingers played along the folds, not moving to penetrate, just tease. “Or here?” he kept moving his fingers tauntingly close, then away again.

  “I am mated to a tease!” Alea grouched, then gasped when a thick digit sheathed in her channel. Moving his finger in mock love play, Maliuth reveled in the sounds he was able to draw from Alea. Her body was straining and pressing back against him for more contact. He knew they needed to move this into the bedroom, but he couldn’t make himself stop touching her.

  “We need the bed.” Maliuth groaned loudly when Alea pressed harder against his fingers. Her body was so tight and he strained to get closer.

  “What is with you and beds?” Alea laughed throatily, “There is plenty of time for a bed.” Looking over her shoulder, her blue eyes flashing with desire she taunted, “Here. In the shower.” Trying to reach for him, she was only able to graze her nails along his thigh. “Please.”

  That was his undoing. Taking her hips in a tight grip, he rubbed the tip of his erection against her wetness. Being in the shower had made him wet, but there was a special lubrication that Alea created and he wanted it all along his shaft. He moved himself back and forth along her folds until he was satisfied with the results. Then holding his shaft in one hand, he pressed steadily into Alea. His other hand wrapped in her hair.

  It was such an exquisite feeling. Her body squeezed him so tightly he knew he would never get tired of the feeling. Her skin was so soft and she made the sexiest growl of protest when he pulled back. When he found his rhythm, he moved both hands on her hips to hold her steady. He was thrusting so hard he worried that her gasps were from pain, but she did not ask him to stop. Instead, she was pushing back against him eagerly, her hips answering every drive of his.

  Feeling the tightening in his balls, he thrust deep and stopped. Twisting to sit on the bench, he brought Alea with him. She ended up sitting forward on his lap, her legs draped along either side of his thighs. In this position, he could finally play with her glorious breasts like he wanted. Taking both of them in his hands he massaged and tweaked the nipples until Alea was writhing on his lap. Her hands were clawing at his thighs and her gasps were echoing loudly in the shower.

  Feeling her stiffen on his lap, he put his mouth against her neck. She turned her head and her mouth found his ear again. She bit his earlobe and her tongue flicked out. Again, he felt his erection expand and he exploded in climax. Their tattoo’s b
rushed against each other for a split second and the resulting intensity caused him to go slack. He lurched forward and twisted to land on his back with Alea draped on him. His last thought was that he hoped they didn’t drown in the shower.

  Chapter Nine

  Waking up cocooned in a warm bed is far better than what she had anticipated. After passing out again after lovemaking with Maliuth, she realized that maybe they should be limiting their activities to the bedroom. Laughing softly she realized that wouldn’t be any fun. Besides, she figured they had to stay conscious sooner or later. Sex with Maliuth couldn’t be so intense that they passed out every time could it?

  Rolling in bed, she was disappointed to see that he was already gone. She was debating the merits of waiting in bed or searching for him when he walked into their bedroom. Before she could playfully suggest he get back into bed with her, she saw his face. All thoughts of teasing flew from her mind and she bolted upright in bed.

  “What is wrong?” she had an idea, but needed him to tell her.

  “The council has arranged for our meeting.” He moved to sit on the bed next to her hip, “We are ordered to their chamber this morning. I let you sleep as long as possible.” He gestured to a chest at the bottom of the bed that she hadn’t seen before. “My mother took the liberty of having the merchants send over some dresses. She had them working all night to get the lengths shortened. I think you will find some footwear in the chest also.”

  Alea sat there wringing her hands. The council was going to be able to decide if they could remain together. If it didn’t go well today, she would be sent to the Oracle Temple and she refused to let that happen. Straitening her shoulders and stiffening her spine, she smiled at her mate. “What is your favorite color?” It felt silly that she didn’t know something that simple when they had intimate knowledge of each other.

  “My favorite color?” he seemed perplexed at her question. “I never thought of it before.” Taking her hand and pulling her toward the bathing room he laughed, “I guess I would say I prefer black…his hand brushed her hair. Turning her at the doorway, he pulled her up and against his chest. “Then again, blue is a very nice color too.” He brushed his lips against hers and her body was instantly alive. Just as her mouth was opening against his to deepen their kiss, he pulled back. “We will have time for that later.” Giving her a smack on the bottom, he turned to walk away. “If you will let me, I would like to fix your hair for the meeting.”