One Lifetime With You

I listen to the brook as it babbles away below me, the small bridge I stand upon is barely wide enough for me. The trees feel so close around me, almost claustrophobic.

The air feels thick and still as I survey these ancient woods, so old you can practically feel the history that has washed over them.

Below, the moonlight dances on the water as I wait. What for, I do not know as I stand on the precipice of what is to come. Darkness surrounds me, creeping in at the edges save this beam of pristine moonlight.

“Do you remember the day we met?”

I turn to look at her, a vision of calm radiance as she walks down the path on the opposite bank.

For a moment, I am certain I have strayed into a dream until her eyes meet mine and I fill with a feeling of warmth that proves this is no dream.

Her footsteps make no sound as she approaches. Even had I not been lost in thought, I think it unlikely I’d have sensed her approach.

“Many years have passed since, yet I recall it with a clarity that never fails me.”

“You carry far more now than you did then.”

She stops before me and I bow my head so that our eyes remain fixed.

“Yet my pledge to you that day remains as true now as ever.”

Our hands meet and I pull her in closer to me. Her presence lends a light to this glade that it does not deserve.

That I do not deserve. I was raised in her world, yet I was never truly a part of it. How could I be when there was so much to separate us.

“It is not a trade that can be made so lightly, for it is too much for you to give.”

“It is mine to give, and I give it willingly. I would rather spend one year with you than a thousand without you.”

I look down at my hand and realise what she has placed in it. A ring made of starlight with a single, crystal clear diamond like stone in the centre.

“No, this is too much.”

“The choice is mine, I have made it.”

Her words are plain, clear in their intention, and I wonder for a fleeting moment if she truly understands what she is trying to give up.

I stare at the ring, such a tiny object to convey the gravity of something that is immeasurably large in its meaning.

“I choose a life with you, always with you. Better spent with whatever years we may have together over the ages of me a husk with the light you bring gone from my life.”

I bring my hand up to run my fingers softly along her jaw before cradling her cheek.

The softness of her skin was a wonder to behold, and I wished I wasn’t to be torn from her so soon.

“I do not know what the future holds for me, or what might be required of me.”

“Wherever you go, I will always be with you.”

I feel her hands close my own around the ring as her eyes stay locked on mine.

A gentle breeze makes the branches above us sway and for just a moment more, moonlight cascades down to bathe the ground around us.

“This day, and every day, my heart belongs to you.”

“As mine belongs to you, as it has done for so many years, as it always will.”

“Your father will not allow it.”

For all he has done for me in times past. His view of me has no doubt changed over the years, and how he would stand between us. His love for his daughter is greater than any past we share.

In so many ways he sees now that I am a thing he must protect her from, not for what may happen to me, but what will happen eventually to all of my kind.

“He will allow it for me.”

Her certainty reassures me, but I can’t help but hesitate.

My mind wanders to all the ways that I could fail her, that I could fail everyone and how the consequences would fall upon those I held dearest.

The pain that those I love may undergo if I cannot do what destiny states I must.

“And what-”

“Do not think of what might be, for we cannot know what awaits us. But know that my heart is yours, as it is mine to give.”

The contrast between the gentleness of her tone but the forcefulness of her meaning is a strange wonder to behold.

“And should any speak out against it, I will tell them my choice. I will not have someone else decide my fate for me.”

For the beauty and grace that stands before me in a flowing gown, I know the way she wields a sword with the same grace. Her duality is striking, but deadly to confront.

Ẁe move even closer still until I slowly lower my head as she raises her own and our lips meet.

“I have waited so long for your kiss.”

“Times can spur us to action in the oddest of ways.”

“Time is something I fear I no longer have much of.”

“You have more than you may realize.”

“But there is so much I must do.”

“Then we must not waste the time we have.”

A grin sweeps across her face as she reaches for me again.

She steps back but keeps hold of my hands as she leads me off the bridge. My entire world is only her in these moments.

The stresses and tribulations that bear down on me constantly melt away at her touch.

“You may have a kingdom to lead, but those worries shall wait until morning.”

“For tonight I have you, as I always will until my last breath is taken.”

We embrace and pause as the barriers between our worlds and our destinies fall away, even if just for a night.

I run my fingers softly through her hair, a smell as if spring had bloomed fills the air and lightens my soul.

“Whatever my future holds matters naught, tonight you are mine and I am yours.”

“This night and every night.”

She sits on the wide bench that overlooks this glade and gently guides me down beside her.

“Your travels and my father’s wishes have kept us apart for so long. I will not let us part this night as well.”

“I have ranged across mountains and deserts, frozen wastes and deathly marshes, but every time I closed my eyes I was here with you.”

“Well you are not dreaming now.”

“Not even the best dreams could compare to you now.”

My hands run up her arms to her hair again as I hold her head as we kiss.

Part of me wishes to stay like that forever, but part of me yearns for more and by the way she kisses me back, I know she does too.

These small pockets of light must be cherished for the lands are gripped by darkness and so few may know what is to come.

“The memory of your lips will light so many of my nights.”

“Tonight they are more than memories, tomorrow doesn’t yet exist, tonight is all that matters.”

My hands move to her shoulders and delicately slide the straps of her gown off. The fabric that feels so light under my touch, yet somehow the loss of them drags the rest of her gown down.

The sight of her incredible breasts makes my pulse hammer, and the way she smiles at me means she knows the effect they have as well.

“Are you sure you’re not dreaming?”

It takes a moment for my mind to process the words beneath her teasing tone.

“If it is a dream, then it is not one I wish to wake from.”

I trace my fingertips around the curve of her breasts, tracing the delicate shape of her until I’m supporting her as I encourage her to lean into my touch as I hold her, bare before me.

I delicately trace my tongue around first one nipple and then the other.

“I have yearned for your touch.”

Just as I always yearn for hers, to feel her skin beneath my hands, to feel her lips pressed against mine.

I pause for a moment and lift my head to look up at her, the way her head has fallen back as she relishes my touch.

“Does this please you?”

“Need you even ask?”

My lips move around her nipple again as I support her back, keeping her in place for me to enjoy.

Were we caught here my punishment would be swift, and hers no doubt nearly as severe. And yet, I cannot stop myself now that we are here.

I lay her back upon the bench and rise, bending over her as my mouth moves to her other nipple.

“Not one to wait?”

“We have both waited, we have done nothing but wait.”

My hands run down her thighs to part them, and I admire for a moment how eager her body melts for me. She’s slick, glistening in the moonlight in her anticipation of this.. Of me.

I cannot wait any longer to have her, to show her how desperately I want this too. I release the belt of my tunic and reach beneath to pull out my aching cock.

I stand at the edge of the bench, and position myself to give us both relief. I slowly run the thick, swollen head up and down her pussy as she looks down her body at me.

“I don’t want to wait, please...”

And I shall not keep her waiting. With a grin, I gently slide my cock inside her, parting her as I hold her soft skin and fill her with my need in a single thrust.

“Oh my love.”

Her words are dreamlike, floating through my senses as I’m so lost in the splendour of that moment. Her gorgeous pussy sliding down my shaft until I’ve filled her.

“You feel wondrous.”

“Yes, mmm, this feels so good.”

I quickly look around, as if we’ve not already come too far should we be spotted. The thrill of it perhaps heightens the incredible feel of her as she grips me.

I slowly thrust in and out, relishing in being with her like this as our eyes remain locked together.

“I have dreamt so often of this moment.”

“As have I my love.”

I take her hand and gently guide it down between her legs, her fingertips momentarily brush my cock as I thrust forward and her eyes sparkle when she understands my intention.

I watch her fingers as she plays with her clit. it is mesmerising and I can barely tear my gaze away.

“You are a dream… A filthy, perfect dream.”

“You may be gone for some time, I cannot let you leave without such a memory of me.”

I have so many memories of her, they fill much of my waking time. This though, this is something I can barely comprehend.

“Oh, my love, yes… there.. Right there.. Please, yes.”

My thrusts are moving faster now, my eyes roam across her body as she starts to roll her hips.

I look into her eyes and they’re filled with desire that takes my breath away.

“I know my love, I know. Tell me what you feel.”

“I feel… full. Stretched and filled with you and I want more.”

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, please.”

“Never, I will give you all of me, just like this… I will give you pleasure until my last breath”

Which it could be at any moment, honestly an arrow from her kin might cut me short at any moment.

I do not care though, we have come too far and this is all too preciously perfect to stop now.

“You feel so good inside me.”

Her eyes roll back as she says it. I pull her onto my cock as I thrust forward, thankful for the timeless strength of the stone beneath us.

This place of our joining may not be as dignified as I had imagined, but she is so much better than anything I could have dreamed.

I run my hands up her body to her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers before tugging lightly on them.

“Oh! Yes, that’s… more, please.. I need more.”

“Patience, my love.”

I continue to toy with her as I thrust my cock inside her, my own pleasure building inexorably.

“I never want this moment to end.”

“Then you must come back to me and ensure we have so many more of them.”

The intensity in her eyes speaks volumes but they are soon lost as she closes them and loses herself in this moment.

“Yes, just think about how good this feels, think about how it feels as I fill you.”

I watch her delicate fingers play with her clit, my mind runs to the myriad of other ways I want to enjoy her, but we have so little time.

“Yes, just like that, you’re doing so well my love, let me see you.”

I can hear the way her moans change, how she nears the edge of her pleasure’s peak.

“That’s it, focus on my cock, on your fingers, on how good your nipples feel as I play with them.”

I tug on her hard nipples again and she arches her back in pleasure.

“Yes yes yes.”

She is so close, I can feel it.

“That’s it my love, that’s it.”

I’m so focussed on her that my own climax takes me by surprise.

Breathless I lift her and wrap my arms around her.

She lays her head on my shoulder as our breath slowly returns.

“If this shall be my last night, so be it.”

“You best return to me so it isn’t our last together.”

She lifts her head and gives me a soft smile before running her hands through my hair.

“Come back to me, ranger.”

I fill with a determination that feels more solid than the forest floor beneath my feet. But the evening is not yet done.

“We must away before we are discovered.”

“Yes, I will not endanger your life further.”

I think of the great doom her father has spoken of, and while he meant a fate further afield, it could be closer were we discovered.

I help her arrange her gown and straighten my tunic. Her hair may need tended to, but hopefully she can think of a reason for its disarray, should she be discovered.

Before we depart, we stand facing one another again and pause for that moment.

Then “I know what I have chosen, and what I have given up.”

Hearing her say it now pains me as it did before, but I know it is her choice to make.

“Then I must not fail in my task.”