Dawning Skye

Skye explained to Maevis how she could now identify specific minerals within her Water magic as she poured the tipsy fairy some. When she’d used it earlier to make the hot spring, it had activated similarly to her Shaman power. She hadn’t even realized she’d done it until later; just like with Celestia.

This unnerved Maevis greatly. She and Nicolas had discussed possibilities earlier, right before the men had returned. One specific legend came to mind, but Maevis wanted to do more research, like Nicolas, before she would acknowledge it as a possibility.

“Ye truly never showed yer Shaman trait before yer interaction with Celestia?” Maevis inquired.

Skye rarely drank now, so even though she had watered it down quite a bit, three cups of wine was starting to catch up with her. Tidas had scooted his seat up against hers in an attempt to keep the wind from hitting her. She leaned on his shoulder, inhaling his scent. It caused her to mix up her thoughts, and fumble her words.

“I... Ah. I canna recall ever healin’ someone,” Skye tried to focus as she spoke.

“What of other lands? Maybe they’ve had cases similar to Skye?” Petrie asked.

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“I doubt it. Something like that wouldn’t be able to be kept a secret, at least not for long,” Tidas added, jumping into the conversation to preoccupy his thoughts.

The prince’s tolerance for alcohol was quite high. The favorite pastime of most militaries, he’d discovered throughout the years, was getting drunk. Prince Tidas was familiar with many different kinds of alcohol and drinking games. The wine he sipped on warmed him nicely, but didn’t do much to him other than that.

However, Tidas could clearly see that it had affected Skye greatly. She clung to his arm as she sat in her chair. A constant smile was on her face, and she laughed easily. Her fiancé thought she was being very adorable.

With her eyes shining in the fire’s light as they all talked. Tidas grabbed the pitcher Maevis had made earlier to hold water, and poured some into his almost-gone wine. Even getting tipsy right now might cause his better judgment to be compromised.

Skye’s breasts pressed into his arm every time she clung to it for balance. She wanted to sit in his lap, but her feet refused to move. The pleasant feeling he got from Skye’s body being so close beckoned him to scoop her up, and carry her away to ravish her. It was already quite hard for him to resist her.. And Skye was highly aware of it.

The alcohol made her feel loose and comfortable. She knew better than to drink too much. Just enough to lower her temperament, and force her relax after the insane day. And quite honestly; she didn’t want to act so stringent towards Tidas any more.

Even though her mouth never seemed to listen. The alcohol had allowed the rest of her body to take the reins, and she planned on using it to her advantage. Skye knew he was to be her husband, so why did she have to be so reserved with him?

The wine took away all the pesky irrationalities she’d used to keep herself distanced from him. Now, she wanted him to look at her the way he had in the hot spring again..

She recalled the sensation of his hand sliding up and down her wet, naked backside. The way his grip hand tightened in her hair when they kissed. How taut her nipples had gotten while rubbing against his shirt. She wondered what his bare skin would feel like against them, and shivered at the arousing thought.

Tidas was painfully aware of Skye’s spike in temperature. Her breathing had become slightly heavier, and she occasionally licked her lips as if she had cottonmouth. She crossed her legs and squeezed Tidas’ arm closer, causing the tops of her breasts to swell. Skye smiled innocently at him, but there was heat in her eyes. He swallowed hard before turning his head away, and scoffing at himself for allowing her to play with him.

Maevis was doing her best not to laugh. She was engaged with Petrie about tales he’d heard regarding other countries and continents. But she occasionally glanced at the young couple out of her peripheral vision. Skye was obviously doing what she was on purpose. Maevis felt a little bad for the prince, but didn’t intervene. They’d been lucky about how everything had turned out. It wasn’t very often that arranged marriages turned out to be happy ones.

But there was no denying the love she saw between the two. It warmed her heart to know that no matter what happened to Skye, or what she went through; Tidas would be there for her. She chuckled inwardly at her sentiments. For it was a sure sign that she was getting old.

Without a word to Maevis and Petrie; Tidas stood up, grabbed the picnic blanket, and guided his fiancée away from the fire. He’d had his fill of Skye’s teasing. He decided that even though it was going to be painful for him to deny himself, he would give Skye a taste of her own medicine.. but a much more satisfying dose.

He led her over to their hollow, helping her not to stumble as her eyes adjusted from the firelight. Tidas pulled the wispy branches back and hung them over a low, thick branch before laying the blanket down in the hollow; it’s length trailing out.

In a smooth series of motions; he hiked up her skirts, and scooped her up. When he sat down inside the tree, she straddled him. Skye had squeaked, then giggled as Tidas positioned himself inside the treewith her still in his arms.

The moon was low due to the hour, shining silver-tinted light on them. The only sounds heard were that of the crickets, and their strained breathing. Tidas turned slightly inside the hollow so the moonlight would shine on them both.

They gazed at each other a few moments before Skye broke the silence. She’d never been so intimate with Tidas before; with the exceptions of the hot spring and their first kiss. Her stomach fluttered as the question popped into her head, but she already had an inkling as to the answer.

“Why did ye bring me here, Tidas?” Skye asked coyly.

The sound of his name on her lips caused Tidas’ hand to involuntary go to her cheek. He caressed it gently before saying; “I thought you wanted to be alone with me.. Or did you just want to keep teasing me in front of those two?” Tidas inquired with a conceded grin.

Skye’s cheeks flushed prettily. Her nerves were trigger sensitive. Even something as simple as touching her face was sending shockwaves of an unfamiliar, yet very pleasant sensation throughout her body. Smiling through her shyness, Skye said: “No.. it’s better we be alone..”

Tidas guided Skye’s head to him to claim her lips. They were sweet and supple, causing him to deepen the kiss. They parted, giving way easily to his tongue. As he slowly slipped it in and out, Skye moaned softly into him.

Tidas intensified the kiss as Skye mimicked his actions. It had surprised her at first, but she found it unbelievably sensual. They fenced with each other, building their passions for each other as the moonlight shined all around them. When Skye broke away to breath, Tidas moved to her neck.

Starting by her ear, he kissed and nipped his way down Skye’s neck slowly, eliciting another moan of pleasure for her.

She threw her head back as she gripped his shoulder with her left hand, and his hair with the other. Biting down on her lower lip, Skye nearly drew blood to quiet herself. She throbbed almost painfully between her legs, like at the hot spring. She wiggled against Tidas, coaxing a grunt from him.

Skye hadn’t realized his hand had left her face until he was cupping her breast with it. His other hand had been on her lower back for balance. He’d leisurely slid it across so he could wrap his arm around her. Skye sucked in a quick gasp as he quickly found one of her taunt nipples. He pinched it and lightly rolled it through her dress; causing Skye to squirm more as she straddled him.

Tidas was so hard, he thought his cock would rip through his pants. Skye was beautiful on a regular day. But in the throes of passion: she was heaven on Earth. Her golden tresses shifted with her as she expressed her pleasure.

Her eyes rotated between being hooded with passion, or closed in attempted restraint. She moved her hips provocatively on instinct. Tidas was nearing his limit, but he didn’t want to just tease his soon-to-be. He wanted to give her a taste of the pleasures that awaited her After their wedding.

Taking Skye completely was now never his intention. As she bucked her hips against his manhood, the thought had entered his mind. But he wouldn’t dishonor her, no matter how sore his plan would make him.

He truly loved her, and wanted her to be comfortable with him in every way. To be able to express herself however she wanted, and know he would still love her. But first he needed to make his intentions clear.

“Skye... I will not make love to you tonight, but I will give you a taste of my passion for you.. With your permission,” Tidas said in a low, husky voice as he stared at his fiancée, waiting for a reaction.

Skye felt crestfallen when he denied her, but since she couldn’t explain to herself why, she let it go. Tidas was offering her a ‘taste of his passion’ now. It wasn’t like she was going to say no, but he had offered her the chance to.

She knew that hardly any men did that for their women. And by law, she would soon be his wife: his property. She had no right to refuse him, but he was giving them to her anyway.

The alcohol had taken down her barriers, and Skye was grateful for that. If she had been sober, she never would’ve gotten to this point with Tidas. She made a mental note to thank Peggy for it tomorrow. The idea had been brilliant. Although it had been potent, the affects were already wearing off.

Allowing her to revel in Tidas’ affections.

Skye looked down at her prince with sultry eyes. A soft smile lit her face as she nodded lightly and said, “Ye have my permission....”