Scene #2 that ALMOST got submitted to the Sex Scene Championship

Another scene written for Shadow Dance featuring our beloved Niall and Rhiannon later in their journey. I felt this one needed more of the familiarity with the characters than the others so it wasn't as strong on it's own.

Enjoy!


Niall entered the grove that served as a temple for these forest priestesses. The full moon cast a pillar of brilliant blue light directly on the altar in the center. The stone had been draped in gossamer fabrics and soft furs and strewn with fragrant night blooming flowers. Atop was a celestial vision. Curls of flame surround her head and peaked out at him from between her legs. Her hands had been bound above her head bringing her breasts up and putting her perfect pink nipples on display. She had been oiled and perfumed by the other women to create a perfect offering to the Mother.

As he approached the sacred altar she turned and smiled at him, opening her lazy eyes to gaze at him with an intensity in her midnight gaze that made his cock throb against the ties straining to contain it. She arched her back, opening and closing her legs. He knew she was ready for him already, prepared by the same women who left her here, like this, for him.

This offering was infinitely more important than the others they had shared. This would bind them: body, mind and soul. There was no turning back. It was frightening but everything he was told him it was right. He reached for her kissing her mouth, softly at first, pouring all of his love into the moment. When she moaned and arched into his touch he deepened the kiss, allowing a small amount of his hunger to spill into the fervor of the kiss.

He worked his way down her body with his hands, heading for the sweet spot between her legs with a brief but enthusiastic, stop at her breasts. Plucking her rock hard nipples and making her moan into his mouth. Needing to taste her need he moved between her legs, spreading her knees wide to accommodate his broad, tanned shoulders. His eyes a ghostly emerald as he lowered his head and savored the juices soaking that most precious place. She cried out and strained against the soft ropes restricting her movements as his lips and tongue loved her closer to the edge but never letting her fall. He knew when she was close and repeatedly brought her back from that glorious edge.

He moved over her, sliding his hard shaft easily through her folds and into the only place he ever wanted to be. With a groan he began to move gliding out before slowly inching his way back in. Every flick of his tongue against her nipples shot to her core driving her higher. Hearing her moans turn to screams, growing louder with each movement he made he knew she wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer before their offering became complete. He rose up a little and fell over the cliff with her.

Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her, heating her and stealing all strength from her body. Rhia wondered if it would ever end. He slipped the ropes from her wrists and wrapped her in his arms.

 “Mine.”

“Yours.”