Chronicles of the West

Chapter One hundred and Nine

Aislin stood at the window in the gossamer robes they had clothed her in. The moon seemed impossibly bright tonight. Tonight. Tonight, Toga would claim all of her. Tonight she would no longer be innocent. The thought frightened her, unknown as it was.

Oh, she knew what would happen here, in this room. Her eyes slid to the large bed. She would give herself to Toga in every way. She wanted that, yes, very much. Why was she so nervous then? She twisted the belt of her robe into a knot.

The door opened and closed, Toga stepping into the dimly lit room, his eyes finding her with ease. Pale and tense near the tall window. His silver brow arched in silent question but he said nothing. She hadn't looked at him and he felt her nerves fraying minute by minute.

Finally, he closed the distance, coming to stand behind her, his powerful arms slipping round her waist to draw her back against him. "You fear me" he stated. Aislin gave a soft chuckle, "Ridiculous isn't it?" she asked him, "I've been in your bed countless times and now I am nervous".

Toga rumbled softly to her, soothing her. His chin dropped to the top of her head. "Understandable" he assured her, "After all, you have until this moment, been safe from me". He felt her stiffen under his hands and nuzzled her shoulder. "I suppose I should have said that your innocence was safe until tonight" he added, "You have nothing to fear love".

She sighed, "There were so many people there". Toga shrugged, "The court, tedious, every one of them" he grumbled, "They will not be present for much longer". She nodded against him and turned in his arms to stare up at him.

His face was so beautiful, like his father seemingly expressionless, ageless and cold. His eyes told a different story however, filled with warmth and concern, smoldering desire barely banked to soothe her fears. "You will possess me" she whispered to him and he growled softly. "We shall possess each other" he told her.

He pulled from her, "Come. Bathe with me" he said. A familiar ritual between them, something to comfort her fears. She followed after him quietly, watching as he stripped himself of his silken garments and waded into the steaming water. "Wash my hair for me?".

Aislin smiled then and shrugged out of her robes, gathering the soaps and wading to him. He ducked beneath the water and then settled himself against the edge of the bath, allowing her to lather his rich hair. Her fingers felt like magic on his scalp, her fingertips brushing against the pointed tips of his ears, as she knew he liked it.

Long minutes later, he rinsed the suds from his hair. Aislin sat near the edge of the bath, her muscles relaxing in the hot water. She felt Toga's clawed hands find hers beneath the water and opened her eyes to him. She did not protest when he lifted her up to straddle his lap, his nose brushing against hers.

Her hands fell to his shoulders, wide amethyst eyes locking with golden ones. He looked almost drowsy, peering through lowered lids. Clawed hands moved from her waist, upwards. One splaying across the pale flesh of her back, the other tangling in her luxurious curls.

Toga surveyed his mate as he would his domain, taking in all the hills and valleys of her body. His eyes fell on his mark with a great deal of satisfaction. Even as he rumbled, a small smirk ghosted over his features. Aislin traced her fingertips over the sensuous line of his mouth. "Don't gloat" she told him, "It's not becoming".

He chuckled then at her spirit, lightly nipping her fingers. "I never gloat" he informed her, "Someone who knows their own greatness does not need to dwell on it". She rolled her bright eyes, "All bow to the great Toga" she said in mock serious tones.

Golden eyes twinkled at her, "You are a sassy wench" he remarked, cupping the nape of her neck. She leaned closer to him, her breasts pressing into the hardness of his chest, "You like it" she told him. He growled as he angled his head to capture his lips.

Aislin felt his tongue slide against her lower lip, his fang caught the cushiony flesh and tugged lightly. She moaned at the echoing pulse in her womb and his tongue slipped past her teeth to stroke against hers. Her taste like an addictive wine that he craved.

Aislin whimpered beneath his searing kiss, his mastery of her body. The need for air rose in her and Toga broke the kiss, only to trail hot lips across her jaw and over the column of her throat. Aislin's neck was very sensitive, something he took full advantage of. Laving the pale smoothness with laps of his tongue and grazez of ivory fangs. Her small hands slid upwards and buried themselves in his hair. He tugged lightly on her hair, forcing her head back, her throat open and vulnerable to his feeding.

He pressed reverent kisses to the pulse of life below the surface, closed his fangs over her throat, a silent reminder that he was far from human, predator, demon. Aislin held no fear of those claws, or fangs. He rumbled against her again and she moaned at the odd sensation.

His hands slid up to cup her full breasts, clawed thumbs sliding over taut peaks. The flesh strained toward him, seeking further contact. Pressing against her stomach, Aislin could feel the hard length of his desire. His head ducked to nuzzle against her chest, his fangs closing with utmost care over her pebbled nipples.

Aislin moaned against him, and he suckled like a pup, the wet pulls of his mouth leaving her core throbbing with heat. Her arousal reached his nose despite the water covering her. Sliding his hands under her bottom he lifted her from the water, settling her on the wooden ledge surrounding.

Her small hand palmed his heat, fingers curling over him, stroking him. His hips moved against her little hand and he growled softly. Aislin leaned forward and brushed a kiss to the head of his sex. Her tongue snaking out to taste him.

Toga lifted her up, knowing that he could not allow her to continue if he was to maintain any semblance of control. She blinked at him in confusion, why had he stopped her? "Not tonight little one" he said in a hoarse voice, "My control of my beast is wearing thin, let me love you tonight, the way you should be loved".

Water sloshed, marking their passage but neither seemed to notice the droplets that rained from them as they left the bathing chamber. Toga settled her against the linens of their shared bed. Aislin reached for him and he covered her with the hard weight of his body. His lips sealing over hers, growling when her tongue timidly tangled with his.

His world was narrowing to her alone, his need growing, his beast clamoring for release. Toga shoved him back, determined to make her first time as painless as he could. No raging inu would take her tonight. His large hand moved over her stomach, tracing patterns over the delicate flesh.

She moaned and whimpered for him, whispered his name in passion husked tones. His hand found the cropped curls covering her core. His fingers met with the evidence of her need. He boldly cupped her, knowing that in a short time he would lay claim to this passage. She was his. His bitch, his mate. His precious little human wife.

His thumb pressed against the bundle of nerves crowning her sex and she cried out softly. Slowly, he pressed a finger into the depths of her body, higher than he'd dared go before. The evidence of her innocence resisted him.

Slashing his lips to hers in a burning kiss, he flicked his wrist, his claws rendering the barrier to oblivion. He'd not have her pain clouding in her later. Aislin wriggled at the faint sting but it was gone before she could protest. Another finger joined the first, moving within her, drawing more wetness from her body.

She arched against him as he massaged those inner walls, his thumb pressing time and again to the pearl of her desire until she stiffened and cried out to him. Her first release of the night washing over her like molten lava, making her toes curl against his legs. Her heart thundered in her chest, her breathing ragged, and she nuzzled against his throat. Her limbs felt heavy, delicious lethargy stole over her as it always did when he came to her.

Slowly, he slid down her body, peppering her body with open mouthed kisses as he went. She made a small sound of protest as he lifted her thigh over his shoulder, knowing what he was up to, not sure she could survive it. He pressed a fanged kiss to her inner thigh and she whimpered to him.

His growl vibrated against her as he bent his head. Her scent was tantalizing, beckoning him to partake of her innocent taste before it was changed forever. His tongue swirled through her folds and her head arched into the pillow. Skilled fingers parted her, as he devoured her. He lapped at her like she was some rare fruit and he was a starving man. Her sounds driving him onward.

His tongue slid to her entrance even as his devious thumb moved over her pearl. He pressed down even as his tongue pushed it's way into her core. She cried out at the intensity of her pleasure, of his skill over her. Toga growled soothingly against her, tasting that small hint of her virgin blood. His beast howled in protest, wanting to be free. Tomorrow would be soon enough to let it loose on her.

Her fingers clutched his hair even as her hips undulated against him, helpless to him now. Her release was fast approaching, he felt it, smelled it, tasted it. With a final artful flick of his tongue, he sent her headlong into that star filled plain again.

Even as she cried out to him, he positioned himself above her, between her pale thighs. He couldn't hold on any longer, his control snapping. He caught her hands with his own and pinned them above her head, her eyes fixed on him now, large and luminous. "I must have you now" he panted to her.

Keeping his eyes on hers, his breath ragged, he pressed forward. He felt himself align with her body and slowly he thrust his hips against her. Sinking slowly into the embrace of her body, her breath caught that the slow, steady filling of her body. Tears filled her eyes and he stopped.

"Is there pain?" he asked her. She shook her head, there was no pain, a pressure within, but not pain. He stretched her body, pushing slowly inward. Filling her, she'd never known how empty she'd been until he took it away. His lips found hers, he murmured comforting words against her mouth.

Aislin wiggled slightly, bringing her knees up on either side of him and he slid deep within her. His head dropped to the linens beside hers. His frame trembled against hers, his monumental strength keeping him from crushing her smaller body.

She was heaven he decided. Her body was tight and hot around him. Almost painfully so, ah but it was a pain that he'd kill to experience over and over again. She was entirely, irrevocably his. And no one would take her from him. No one.

He held still for her, knowing that he was large for her small body and wished to give her time to adjust. Her nails bit into his shoulders, her eyes closed tightly. A fine sheen of sweat covered them both. He nuzzled her temple, his tongue tracing the edge of her ear. "Aislin" he said softly, "Speak to me". His lips moved over her eye, his tongue finding the salt of her tears.

Slowly her eyes opened to his. "Does it hurt?" he asked her. She shook her head. He grunted, "Why do you weep then?". She blinked slowly, trying to explain herself to him. When she finally spoke her voice was a bare whisper, tremulous in the dimness, "I never realized how empty I felt" she told him, "Until you filled me".

Toga's face softened at her words, feeling the warmth of them to his very soul. He gently caught her lips in a tender kiss, willing all his love for her into that kiss. Willing her to understand his nature, willing her to understand his need for her, his desire for her love and happiness… always.

She moaned against his mouth as he began to move. His hips rocking slowly against hers, the strokes long and deep, steady. His arms slid beneath her drawing her up against his heat, carrying their combined weight easily. His gentleness, his strength curling around her, within her. Robbing her of breath, coherent thought.

A heavy warmth coiled tightly in her lower stomach, her pleasure washing over her in cascading waves as he took them higher and higher towards the world of stars. Toga grunted and growled against her, her body so wonderfully welcoming to him. His eyes tinged pink and he felt the beast rise, his head dropped back to the junction of her neck and he gave the flesh a long, slow lick.

Aislin cried out, arching against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her hands slid over his pale flesh, drew him closer, her legs slipped upwards to lock around his hips, to keep him with her. Toga felt her walls flutter around him and drove deeper, wringing a keening dry from her kiss bruised lips. She shattered around him, fragmenting among the stars bursting before her eyes.

He clamped his fangs over her mark and renewed it, his beast howling in victory even as his own body tightened, and his seed erupted within her, flooding her womb with slick warmth. His hands clasped her hips, drawing them upwards, locking them togther as his release tore through him.

Her body spasmed around his length for several long, blissful minutes, milking his essesnce from him, prolonging his own pleasure. Her moans were slowly fading, her rasping breath echoing his in the stillness of the chamber now.

Toga lifted his head, lapping at her wound, rumbling softly to her. His eyes roved over her flushed features, tendrils of hair clung to her shining brow, her grip on him failed and her hands fell to the bedding. Toga grunted in male satisfaction as he slowly withdrew from her. His fangs holding his lower lip at the scrape of oversensitized skin.

Her scent had changed, a mingling of both. That pleased him very much, the scent of their making hung heavy around him and he enjoyed that too. He pressed a kiss to her sweaty breast and rose, padding across the room to open the window. Fresh sex smelled wonderful, stale sex did not.

Aislin rolled to her side, feeling the tingling aftershocks of what they'd done shoot through her. Toga was pacing back to the bed, "Come mate, we must bathe again" he told her, catching her against his chest. Aislin grimaced slightly, feeling the tickling trickle against her leg. "Yes" she agreed, "Bath".

He chuckled at her tone and carried her back to the steaming water, lowering them both into the liquid embrace of it. She sighed in contentment, nuzzling against him. Toga's arms tightened around her in response. "It didn't hurt" she blurted out, thinking something must be wrong. He laughed then, "I took care of it Aislin, fret not". She nodded sleepily and let him rinse the mingled fluids from them.

A short time later he had settled them in the large bed, pulling Aislin close to his side, nuzzling in her hair. "Go to sleep" he whispered, seeing her hide her yawn. She muttered something about overbearing dogs and he chuckled. Stroking his hand against her upper arm, he watched her drift to the world of dreams and followed slowly after her.