The Guardian (Closed)

Mirela had closed her eyes in bliss as Agis' hands had explored her, adding to her pleasure as she rode him, a multitude of sensations flooding her senses until she became lost in them. She could feel a need growing within her higher and higher, her body rocking and grinding more urgently against him.

Her head tilted back as his hands moved to her hips, her hands moving to cover his own as he gripped her tightly and she heard his deep groan, felt him twitch within her. Her own moan echoed him, her body tensing as well as she bent down and kissed him fiercely, her hands moving to the sides of his face and then gripping his shoulders as she moaned against his lips.

"Oh god, Agis!"
 
With Mirela's moan, Agis found himself powerless against the approaching edge. His hands along for the ride on her hips as she moves back and forth over him. His head will tilt no further as he presses his skull hard against the wooden floor, eyes pressed closed. With a final lift of his hips, his hands pushing her down on him as he is unable to last.

He swells deep inside her as the first pulse is strong, clinching his teeth tight together before releasing deep inside her. Pulse after pulse, he coats the inside of her walls with his seed. "Uuuuggggggg..." he manages with a deep rumbling groan.

The feel of Mirela wrapped around him, gripping him as he throbbed deep within her. His jaw relaxed and lips parted as he finally managed an exhale through is mouth.

Subsiding, Agis moves his palms up her back. Her sweaty skin beneath his touch as he lifts his head from the floor, kissing her deep and strong on the lips. He had waited ages for what he hoped would be a special moment and felt he was rewarded.
 
A moment after Mirela's moan had come her release, Agis' hips thrusting upwards sending her over the edge as her eyes squeezed shut and her lips parted wide with a gasp of shock at the pleasure as it hit her like a wave, her body going rigid for a moment and then melting upon him with a deep and wordless moan as she felt him release his seed inside of her at the same time, her insides clenching and clenching around his pulsing cock in time with the continued pulses of pleasure that were washing through her body.

She felt her body begin to relax upon him as she tried to regain her breath, felt his hands move upon her back and then his lips claiming her own. With a groan she pressed her lips back against his own, her hands sliding from his shoulders and up the sides of his neck to lovingly cradle the sides of his face once more.
 
Returning her kiss, passionately, his hands exploring the bare skin of her back, Agis holds her mouth to his a moment longer. He adjust his hips ever so slightly, not wanting Mirela to let him go as of yet. But the more he held her atop him, the softer he became until he subtlety slipped from within her, spilling his seed upon his now flaccid cock.

He gently brushed the hair from her face as her head rest upon his shoulder. Their naked bodies pressed to each other with only the crackle of the fire to be heard.

"Did you enjoy yourself my love?" he asked, holding her tight against his body.

He slides both hands down her smooth back and over her ass, cupping both cheeks inside his large hands. His eyes stare up at the ceiling, the light from the hearth dancing across the beams and thatch. He never thought he'd see a roof again, felt destined to live out amongst the open, star filled sky.

Actually, he had never imagined himself in love again, must less with a human. Agis raises his head, kissing her shoulder then her neck. Mirela's skin was so soft and warm beneath his lips as he continued his on her neck before slowly rolling over on top of her.

He lifts himself on a single arm. His muscles flex and tighten as it supports his weight. With his free hand, he caresses her face with the tips of his fingers. "I risked everything with you, including our lives. I'd do it again if it meant being here with you, like this," he told her in a deep gentle tone.
 
As their kiss had ended Mirela had rested her head down upon Agis' chest by his shoulder, letting her eyes drift shut in bliss and relishing in the soft sound of his heartbeat beneath her ear as his fingers brushed through her hair. When he asked if she'd enjoyed herself she smiled, humming a sigh of affirmation as she nodded.

"Very much so," she replied.

She lay like that upon him, making no move to pull away, enjoying first his hands trailing down her back and to her buttocks and then his kisses on her shoulder and neck until he rolled on top of her. She smiled up at him as he caressed her face.

"I risked everything with you, including our lives. I'd do it again if it meant being here with you, like this,"

"Oh Agis" she breathed softly, her eyes warm and shining with emotion as she reached up and gently traced the side of his face with her fingertips in return, "I feel the same way, my love. Having you here with me now has made it all worth it."
 
Agis kisses her deeply once more before sitting up on his knees between her thighs. He traces his hands from her shoulders, down her breast and stomach to the dressed bunched at Mirela's waist. His strong hand grasp the fabric as he begins to pull it down her thighs and legs. "I want to see you, all of you" he tells her in a soft tone.

As he removes the dress from her feet, he catches her leg in his hand before turning his face to kiss her smooth skin. His lips trace their way to her foot, kissing and licking the arch. Reaching down blindly, lifting her other legs to his face, Agis alternates between each foot, kissing and sucking her toes into his warm mouth.

He can feel himself swell as his desire for her increases again. His long, thick cock begins to swell and lengthen. The thick head pushing back the foreskin that had covered. He settles in, laying his rapidly growing cock on Mirela's mound and stomach as his teeth raked over her calve.

He can suddenly feel this need, this want that begins to boil inside him. His large hands grip the back of her thighs as he pushes her legs back towards her body, spreading her legs as he does. Agis looks down into Mirela's eyes, his own having turned almost ice blue.

He lifts himself up, pulling his legs and knees beneath him. The thick head crowning the large vein fill shaft of his cock as it drips pre cum unto her belly. Moving his hips back and placing his cock at her entrance, he slides in Mirela's cum filled pussy with a deep rumbling groan.
 
"I want to see you, all of you"

Mirela smiled at Agis' request and the rosy flush already glowing within her fair skin after their lovemaking deepened a fraction as she shifted slightly for him, letting him slide her bunched up dress down from around her waist and off of her. When he captured her leg in his hand and kissed it she stilled again, his lips trailing down to her foot sending a tingle up to her core, and then the sensation of his tongue upon her arch making her breath catch in response. When he picked up her other leg and began to kiss and suck upon her toes she felt herself begin to squirm a bit in response, her body becoming aroused again and growing restless.

"Agis," she breathed softly, noticing the change in him as well, feeling him lay his length upon her, groaning softly in response as he raked his teeth over the soft skin of one of her calves.

Then he was shifting her, positioning her as he pushed back her legs and spread them for him. She eagerly allowed him to do so, her dark blue eyes gazing up into this icy blue ones as she bent her knees and tucked her legs upwards for him as he positioned himself. Finally he is sliding into her once more, his large cock stretching and filling her pussy even as it is still wet with their combined fluids.

"Oh gods," she groaned, her fingers curling as her eyes shut for a moment, her nails scratching upon the wood floor beneath her.
 
Hearing her moans, the way her eyes closed with passion and pleasure, his crystal clear eyes focused on her face as what can only be described as a deep growl exited his lips.

His large hands dig into the back of her thighs as he presses her to the floor. His thick cock sliding stronger and deeper inside her as his focus remains on her face. Agis's hips quicken the pace, as their pelvis begin to contact with an unmistakable sound. His eyes drift closed for a moment, the sheer feeling of this animalistic force flowing through him enhancing his desire.

Lifting himself on to his knees, his eyes opening to watch himself enter and exit Mirela with an increasing drive. Where does this come from. Their time together was so tender and living just a short time ago. Now a fire inside him is fueled with raw passion and lust for her. Each thrust into her deeper and stronger than the last as his pace quickens further and the sounds of their bodies fill the room.
 
Mirela had felt a instinctive shiver run down her spine at the sound of Agis' deep animalistic growl, her eyes remaining closed as she felt his grip tighten on the back of her thighs, felt him press further into her. He had her pinned to the floor, immobilized and unable to escape him. Not that she would have wanted to though.

She moaned out again as he filled her and began to move more heatedly, his pace quickening and his thrusts deepening until she could feel his pelvis smacking against her with each thrust, could hear the sound of it each time their bodies met.

"Oh gods," she moaned out again as she opened her eyes again, her pupils glazed with pleasure as she saw him rise to his knees, his movements growing even stronger and deeper than before, his pace increasing even further.

Her mouth fell open with a gasp as she raised her hands up to grip his own as they held tight to the back of her thighs, just trying to hold on as he thrust into her over and over, the cottage floor pressing into her back as he pinned her down and took her with abandon. Already she could feel her pleasure building up within her, a certain spot within her that she could feel him hitting with each thrust now.

"Yes, oh yes. Agis, please.." she moaned pleadingly, knowing that if he continued much longer like this she was sure to cum again.
 
His body begins to tense, muscles burn as he is forced to catch himself from falling on top of Mirela. A single large hand hits the floor beside her head with a loud thud as his clung to her leg as he desperately tried to maintain current pace.

Agis knew it wasn't possible as his hips slam forward one last time. His eyes clinch shut tightly as his jaws drops open to release a deep, rumbling escape as he releases once more. Each and every pulse of his manhood, his seed spills deep inside of her.

As his muscles relinquished control back to Agis, he relaxes his grip on her leg as he slowly lowers himself beside her. "Where did that come from?" he joking ask as he looks into Mirela's eyes, brushing the hair from her face. He pulls her into his arms and holds her tight in front of the hearth on the wooden floor, content and happy.

"Tomorrow we need to find me more to wear than your cloak" he says laughing. "I doubt these town people want me walking around like I was in the forrest still."
 
As Agis had continued his thrusts, Mirela had felt her body tense and seize up as well, her breath catching in her throat as his final forceful thrust into her sent her over the edge and made her cum hard around his cock as he released his seed deep inside of her once again.

"Oooohhhhhhhh..." she moaned out, her eyes squeezing shut and her head falling back against the cottage floor.

She curled her knees tightly to herself, her hands gripping her own thighs tightly as her toes curled as well. She felt him move off of her and allowed her body to relax as he lowered himself beside her, her arms and legs dropping back down as she lay on her back and regained her breath, her eyes opening to look up at him with a dazed look as she smiled at his joking remark.

"A bit of a beast still lingering inside you I think," she teased in reply as he pulled her tight into his arms and she nestled in against him, enjoying his warmth and the warmth of the fire against her now cooling skin.

At his remark about needing to find him some clothes, she too gave a little laugh and nodded against his chest.

"That would probably be a good idea," she agreed, then suggested, "I kept a few things of my parents when they passed. My father's clothes will likely be snug on you, you're quite a bit taller and broader than he, but they might do well enough so that you can go with me into the village and pick out something that suites you better. If not, I'll take your measurements and go pick out some things for you."
 
He pulls Mirela as tight to him as he could, wrapping her tight in his arms, "your dad's will do as long as you don't mind. Besides, it would be nice to get out with you."

The next morning, Agis dresses in the cloths she handed him. The shirt was tight around his shoulders and chest, where the trousers fit except for the length. The only thing that truly fit to size were the boots. "What do you think?" He ask with a smile.

They walk from her cottage on the outskirts of the village and head in the direction of the shops. As they walk beside one another, he couldn't help but notice that he stood out amongst the town people. The majority of the men were much shorter than his 6'4" frame. Not to mention their dark colored hair and beards. His white hair stood out like a beacon. The more he took in his surroundings, the more Agis began to notice the way they look upon him. "Not sure these people have seen many of my kind around here."

Stepping into the tailor shop, the boots make a deep hallow sound on the floor as his big frame step inside behind Mirela. All eyes present in the shop turn and focus on the two of them. Agis stands just inside the door as it closes behind him. He stands nervous and a bit uncomfortable. "Maybe this wasn't such a great idea."
 
"What do you think?"

Mirela had given him a smile in response, her hand smoothing over the fabric pulled taught across his muscular chest. She herself had donned a clean dress that morning and braided her hair back and out of her face after a sponge bath to refresh herself.

"Well I certainly like it, but I think it's good that we're going into town to get you your own," she replied with a giggle as they went on their way to the village.

As they neared the shops, she too noticed the amount of attention that Agis' presence was causing.

"Not sure these people have seen many of my kind around here."

"No, I doubt they have... There haven't been any Elves living near our village in ages now, Agis," she explained to him softly as she took his hand into her own consolingly.

She wasn't concerned about the looks. She knew that the villagers already thought her odd. She didn't want him to be bothered by them though.

As they reached the tailor shop and stepped inside she noticed everyone's eyes turn towards them once again, could sense his apprehension as he hovered by the door.

"Maybe this wasn't such a great idea."

"Nonsense, they're just curios is all," she assured him, even if she wasn't quite so sure herself.

Taking his hand with her own again, she spotted the shop owner and lead Agis towards him, greeting the man by name with a friendly smile and explaining that they were in need of some new clothes for him.
 
Agis followed the shop owner to a small, round platform between a set of mirrors. As the owner began taking his measurements, he couldn't help but stare into the glass.

His skin, scared and pale. His hair long and unkept. He had to admit to even himself he could see why the towns people were staring. He turns his head in Mirela's direction to find her seated and watching as tailor completed his measurements. "I think we should do something with my hair," he tells her, looking back into the mirrors.

He felt a bit odd, undressing completely inside this mans business, but he kept reminding himself that it was a tailors shop. Donning long underwear, trousers and a shirt, all of which fit perfectly, Agis didn't feel so out of place anymore.

Back at her cottage, they sit outside, overlooking her herb garden. "I should find a profession in order to contribute around here. I mean, you're an herbalist, a healer. I should find something that people need. Say like a blacksmith or blade smith." He reaches over and takes Mirela's hand in his, "Anything really. But a farmer. I don't think I'd enjoy that."

As the sun sank lower in the sky, Agis stands, removes his new shirt and hands it to Mirela. "I'll split some wood for this evening and tonight." He walks out to the wood pile, grasping the axe in his palm and begins swing and splitting large logs in one to two swings. His body shines in the light as his pores open up ans sweat begins to run down his back and chest. Each swing, his muscles tense and thick veins protrude from under his skin. He gathers the firewood in his arms before taking them inside for the hearth and stove.
 
Mirela had smiled and given Agis' hand a little squeeze in response to his remark about wanting to find useful work within the village.

"I think that's a fine idea Agis," she replied.

She wasn't worried about him finding work right away. There were plenty of options for able bodied men within the town. She was sure he would find something. In the mean time her work as a healer would get them by.

When he stood and stripped of his shirt, handing it to her and announcing he was going to split some wood for the hearth, she nodded. She remained where she was sitting for a bit, admittedly enjoying the view of him without a shirt on once again, especially when his skin began to glisten and his muscles tense and flex as he swung the ax. Yes, if he could swing a hammer as well as he could swing an ax a job as a smith might suit him quite well, she mused.

As she noticed the sweat beginning to run down his back a thought came to her and she rose, walking to the water pump and filling a bucket there before moving back inside the house. When he came inside later, his arms full of the split wood, she greeted him with a quick kiss and gestured to hearth where the bucket of water, a wash basin, and a cloth and soap had been set before the fire... as well as a brush and a pair of shears.

"I remembered you saying you wanted to do something with your hair," she told him, "I thought perhaps we could give you a wash and then I could help you with it."
 
Mirela's greeting was very pleasing as she kisses him. His arms clinging to the wood tightly. Agis can see all the preparation she had put into this and he smiles at the sight then to her. "I believe I did."

He quickly separates fire wood between the wood stove in the kitchen before placing the remainder by the hearth. He removes the shoes she had given him before removing his new pants down to his new long underwear.

Looking down at the tub, he turns back to Mirela, "one condition, you bath with me after you cut my hair."

He takes a seat in a chair, and prepares himself mentally for what is about to come. "It's been some time since I've had my hair cut." Some time indeed. Agis can't remember the last time he had his hair cut. One thing he knows for certain, it was before he fled his people, over 900 years ago.
 
"One condition, you bath with me after you cut my hair."

Mirela smiled at Agis' terms.

"Very well," she agreed with a smirk.

As he took his seat, she brought the brush and shears and moved behind him, using the brush first to slowly and carefully work the snarls and tangles from his long, unruly hair. At his comment at the last time he'd had a haircut she smiled slightly, bending forward and placing a soft kiss upon his cheek in an attempt to put his mind at ease.

"Don't worry, I know what I am doing. I trim my own all the time. And I will only cut as little or as much as you want me to," she assured him.

She continued her detangling until the brush ran easily through his long, white locks, occasionally combing her fingers through it as well. Then after a moment she pulled a section over his shoulder for his inspection.

"At what length would you like it to fall?"
 
The brush tugged and pulled at his scalp as Mirela worked the tangles from his long hair. He knew it would take some work but it felt comforting to have her brush his hair. As the knots and, whatever else was in hair gave way, Agis leans his head back absorbing the feel of her tender hands.

"At what length would you like it to fall?"

Her words took him by surprise. He hadn't given much thought as to how short it should be. He just knew it was unruly and drew attention when he walked the streets with her. "I'm not sure. Not all of it though" reaching up and running his fingers thru his own hair. "Probably nothing to drastic to start with" he tells with a laugh.

He tries to remove himself from the experience mentally. Not that he doesn't trust Mirela, but what would he look like afterwards? Would he like it?

Agis feels her step to his side as works her fingers through his hair before the sound of the sheers fill his ear. He can tell she her focus is upon the task at hand as he peeks in her direction through the corner of his eyes. He attempts to lower his hand without her noticing as he touches her leg, below her knee, over her dress. He caresses her calve, behind her knee then back down as far his seated position would allow.

The sound of Mirela placing the sheers down allows Agis the opportunity to look in her direction for a change. He reaches up and runs his fingers through his much shorter hair. He smiles, feeling much lighter and presentable even, he grasp her waist in his hands and pulls her seated across his lap. "You like it?" he ask with a smile as he stares into her eyes.
 
With Agis' instructions Mirela had begun to work upon his hair, sectioning it out and then carefully beginning to cut. She was pleased that he didn't want her to cut too much. It might be different than how many of the village men kept their hair, but in truth she quite liked Agis' hair long. Though she knew it would need to be not so long that it was unmanageable for him, and also quite a bit of the ends were in poor shape after so many years of neglect. She tried to only trim off as much as was necessary to remove the damaged ends, but even then it was quite a bit, though still long by most standards.

She smiled when she felt him begin to sneak in little touches upon her leg as she worked, though she was determined not to let them distract her. When she was finally done she set the shears down, watching as he turned to her and ran his fingers through the fresh cut, a smile warming her face in response to his own and then laughing slightly as he pulled her down into his lap.

"You like it?"

She smiled, her eyes meeting his as she nodded, her hands reaching up to run her fingers through it herself now for a moment before leaning forward and placing a loving kiss upon his lips.

"Very much," she told him softly as she pulled back again and reached for a small hand mirror upon the table, "Would you like to see for yourself?"
 
Nervously, Agis nods before simply muttering yes. He stares into the mirror, just taking in his very own reflection. The mirror offering a much more detailed view of his features than a babbling brook or murky pond. "You did a great job" he yells her as turns his attention back to Mirela. "It will take time to get use to, but I love it" he tells her before kissing her mouth softly.

He takes the mirror from her hand and places it on the floor beside the chair. His attention returns to her as sits across his lap. "Now, about that bath," he reminds her as he begins to untie the laces on the front of her dress. His large finger hooks the laces, pulling it free one wrung at a time until only the very bottom eyelets contained the laces.

With his hand on her chest, he slides his palm flat against her, pushing her dress off her shoulder. As her breast comes into view, he takes into his hand, squeezing and massaging it before he leans down and licks her hard nipple before taking it into his mouth.

He feels himself grow hard beneath her. His large cock pressing up against her as he shifts himself on the chair. As Agis' mouth leaves her nipple and breast, he kisses Mirela deep on the mouth as he reaches up with his other hand and pulls her dress down the other shoulder. As he breaks the kiss, his eyes looking into her's, "our bath," he simply says with a chuckle.

Helping Mirela from his lap, Agis stands, his large erect cock visibly outlined beneath the long underwear, he steps to hearth and pours the boiling pot of water into the tub the she had prepared earlier. Once all the water was added, steam climbing from the tub, Agis stands before her and removes the remaining articles of clothing he wore.
 
Mirela had watched patiently as Agis had slowly untied the front laces of her dress, her fingers continuing to idly play with and comb through his long white strands, her heart quickening with anticipation within her chest. Her eyes had risen to his face as he'd pushed the fabric from her shoulder, her breath catching when he'd taken his breast into his hand and massaged it, then a softly moaned exhale as he'd licked her nipple and taken it into his mouth.

She felt him growing hard beneath her bottom and smiled, her chin tilting upwards to meet his kiss then, eagerly returning it.

"Our bath"

She smiled again and giggled softly, rising up with him and moving towards the hearth and the tub of water that she'd prepared. He added the boiling water from the hearth and she sighed at how inviting it looked as she steam rose up in swirling little tendrils. Then her eyes rose up to watch him as he undressed, feeling her skin growing flushed with desire as his magnificent body was exposed to her once more.

Unable to resist, she reached out and brushed her fingers over him, her hands tracing down his sides and to the grooved V along his hips, her fingertip tracing down the line of an old scar.
 
The soft gentle feel of her fingers as they follow every contour of his muscles and skin. Small bumps rise across his body as every soft hair stands from his skin. He looks down and watches as Mirela traces the scar along his hip, "Wish I had good tale for that, but I don't" he tells her as he looks back into her green eyes. "I've had it forever."

Slowly, but with purpose, Agis pulls her dress down her arms. His eyes drift from hers and down to watch as her body is slowly revealed. Once at her waist, he places his thumbs inside the fabric and pushes her dress the remainder of the way, allowing it to drop on it's own to the floor.

His hand traces four fingers over her chest, thru her cleavage to her stomach before taking her hand. He leads the way to the steaming bath she had prepared for him.

Placing a foot inside, the water bites at his skin as he settles down into the tub, laying his back against the wall. The steam rises and dances in the light of the fire from the hearth, as Agis helps Mirela enter the water just in front of him.

The water spills over the sides to the floor as the two of them sink into it's depths. Her body soft and smooth beneath the hot bath as he wraps his arms around her, pulling her back to his chest. "We'll worry about that later," he tells her as he grins and closes his eyes.
 
Mirela's laughed softly at Agis' comment about the spilled water on the floor.

"My fault, I put too much water in," she explained with another little chuckle, "I'd only planned on you being in the tub by yourself... though I have to admit that this was a much better idea."

She smiled, her eyes closing as well, and leaned back against him, her body settling in between his legs and against his chest as she enjoyed the feel of the hot water and his arms surrounding her. She let out a contented sigh and laid her head back against his shoulder.

"This is much better with someone else... even if it is a little more cramped than usual," she told him with a smirk.
 
"Cramped?" he asked her, his head laying back on the edge of the tub. He wraps his tightens his hold on her, his arms criss crossed on her body. "I was thinking, cozy," he says with a laugh.

Lifting his head from the tub, peering at her from over her shoulder, he gathers water with a swipe of his hands, sending it over her bare skin. Agis watches as her chest rises and falls beneath the water. With his wave, he cups her breast, squeezing it as it slips from his grasp until her nipple slides thru his fingers.

As his hands explored and caressed Mirela's chest and neck, splashing warm water over her cooling skin ever so gently, he can feel himself grow hard behind her once more. The feel of her warm body pressed against his rapidly hardening cock, causes him to lift his hips slightly, pressing his large cock against her back.

He looks over at the soap and cloth, clearly out of his reach. "I believe someone mentioned bath earlier," he ask her in a soft, seep tone as he slowly sinks his hand down her stomach to the soft mound at her thighs.
 
Mirela had laughed softly along with Agis as he'd argued that the bath together was cozy instead of cramped, enjoying the feeling of his laughter vibrating against her back as he held her tight to his chest. She kept her eyes closed and her head leaning back against him, sighing softly when he began to cup the warm water into his large hands and bring it up in a soft, gentle wave over her skin. He did it again, this time cupping and squeezing her breast as he did, and making her breath catch a bit in response, her nipple hardening at the feel of his fingers brushing against it.

As his hands continued to cup water over her and explore her skin, she felt a warmth and flush build within her, both from the heat of the water and from a growing desire that he once more stirred within her. She could tell by his shifting behind her and the pressure against her back that his wandering hands were having an effect on him as well.

"I believe someone mentioned bath earlier."

She smiled slightly at the remark, her eyes opening and looking to the soap and cloth she had placed nearby as she felt his hand slide down her body and settle between her thighs.

"Hmmm?" she replied, smirking a bit as she pretended not to have understood, her legs bending a bit at the knees and parting wider for him.
 
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