Sharing

Sirona faced him, lifting the sword in her hand. She focused on pouring her power into the blade to give it some strength. He wiggled his eyebrows at her. They’d been in the town for three days. The townspeople had taken a shine to them being around and checked on them regularly.
They sparred almost every night and every night Arawn broke her sword. Tonight, she was determined that it wouldn’t break.
Arawn saw how determined she seemed and decided to push her a little harder than usual. He swung at her with enough strength to break a metal sword, but she held him off. The wood of her blade seemed to almost glow between them.
She shoved him back and went on the attack. Arawn defended himself, blocking her attacks and pushing against her sword. The glow seemed to grow stronger.
He grinned, pushing her back and attacking her with harder and harder blows that kept her on the defensive. She held out her sword like a shield as he tried to break it. He watched her pumping her power into the blade just before he slammed his sword against it.
He heard the wood and stone crack and pushed harder as she grit her teeth and let out a grunt of exertion, but the sword didn’t break.
He pulled away and she dropped to her knees, panting and exhausted.
“You’ve gotten much better,” he said lightly, vanishing his sword and waving a hand over her blade to repair the crack. “At this rate, you’ll be able to keep it from cracking by tomorrow.”
She nodded; her head bowed as she tried to catch her breath. She leaned against the wooden sword letting it take her weight.
“You’re exhausted,” Arawn said and kneeled beside her.
She nodded. She felt it. Her eyes felt so heavy as she slumped against the blade.
“I need to eat, I think.”
Arawn shook his head, “As I said before, potatoes can fill a stomach, but they cannot grant strength.”
Sirona nodded, grimacing. She considered drawing it from the surroundings, but she cringed at the thought of the fish in the river and the feeling of the dead earth and stale water. She didn’t want to do that.
“You’re thinking about the stream, aren’t you?” Arawn asked.
She lowered her head and nodded stiffly. He smiled at her and drew closer. She stepped back, barely gasping as his eyes turned dark and hooded.
“Well, there is of course the more pleasurable route.”
“Well, I…”
Sirona backed into a large rock and he caged her hips between his hands, trapping her against the rock.
“J-Just a little.”
Arawn chuckled, “I don’t know how to do just a little, Sirona.”
Soon enough, she wouldn’t either. Though he doubted that she knew how to do just a little in anything. She was so earnest, throwing all of her energy into everything she did. It was adorable.
He knew when they finally got into a bed together, it would be a hell of an experience with that enthusiasm being used for more pleasurable activities.
He imagined her leaning over him, hands on his chest, rolling her hips against him and driving them both to their pleasure over and over again. She’d exhaust herself eventually and pull power from him so she wouldn’t have to relinquish control just yet.
His lips twitched. It had been a while since he’d had any sort of fantasy. The next time he saw Fedelm, he’d strip her naked, put her on his cock and make her ride him until she passed out to take the edge off. Even if he managed to seduce Sirona into bed with him before he saw Fedelm again, it would take some time to make her confident enough and enthralled enough to take control in the bedroom like that.
He nipped at her lips and she gasped at the shock of power that went through her. It was more than he’d given her before and different. Where belief had felt like warm honey, this felt like boiling pleasure slipping through her.
She shook at the feeling and pulled away from him, “I’m not that depleted. Just enough.”
“I don’t do just enough either,” he growled.
She shivered as their lips met and another heavy jolt went through her. She snapped her legs closed, trying to stop the ache that had started to build there, but it only made it worse. He nudged his knee between hers as he licked into her mouth and sent another pulse of power through her.
She took it and pulled at it. The feeling of him letting her have made her moan. She turned away from the sensation and tried to lift herself onto the rock to get away from him before she lost her mind.
He chuckled, low and dark in his chest, stepping between her legs and grabbing her by her hips to pull her up against him. He was hard and burning against the front of his trousers. She looked into his eyes and found them so dark, she thought they were black.
“Sirona,” he growled, “That’s better.”
“I-I didn’t mean to.”
“No?” he asked, leaning close to her and brushing their lips together, “Do it with meaning this time.”
He kissed her and poured power into her. She pressed back into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling it out of him. The empty, exhausted feeling was vanishing the more she took. She pulled back as he rolled their hips together sending pleasure through her and making her vision go blank from it.
“Oh,” she gasped as he slipped his hands under her gown. His hands burned against her thigh. He rolled his hips against her again. “A-Arawn.”
“You want more?”
“A-Arawn—”
“Answer me, Sirona,” he growled, looking at her.
She worried her lip, wanting to lie to him as it felt like she was about to give in to something exciting and dangerous.
She wondered where the thought of danger came from, but as she looked at him, she saw it in his eyes, glinting in the darkness of his pupils. There was something dangerous and powerful about Arawn that she couldn’t quite see.
“Yes. Yes, please.”
“Take,” he growled against her neck before pressing their lips together and licking into her mouth.
She shuddered, feeling the spark of his power dripping into her. She sucked on his tongue, drawing the power into her. He moaned desperately.
“Sirona,” he groaned, “More. Take more.”
Sirona was hesitant, not sure how much would be okay to take, but she obeyed, pulling his power into her. She groaned, rolling her hips against her and panting at how painfully good it was.
Arawn nipped at her collar, scrambling to hike her skirt up and touch her. She yelped as his fingers grazed her inner thigh and twisted as he stroked her.
He groaned at how wet she was. Her body trembled beneath him, crying out and pushing at his shoulder.
“Oh, not—” She moaned, trembling as he stroked a bit harder and fumbled for the laces of his trousers.
His mind felt like it was boiling at the thought of being inside her. She was soaking wet and burning against his hand. She froze and threw her head back as he slipped a finger into her and moaned.
“Sirona,” he groaned, stroking her gently. “You… Perfect.”
Sirona jerked against him, pulling him closer and burying her face in his shoulder as his finger moved inside her. Her head was spinning as he stroked a low burning heat inside her and was coaxing it into a raging fire.
“Oh—”
“More?”
“Yes!”
She lifted her face to press their lips together, wrapping her legs around him to pull him closer as she rolled her hips into his hand, chasing more of the pleasure he was giving her.
He groaned and she felt more power gushing out of him without direction. She pulled it into her, shivering at the depth and richness of it. It was different than the energy he’d been teasing her with before.
Arawn stumbled forward, kissing Sirona desperately. He didn’t know it could feel this good to give energy. He had never imagined someone being able to take in the energy he naturally gave off either. Sirona drank it in like water and he felt the beginning of her natural aura starting to manifest, change, and leak into the air. He felt it heating the air around them. Curiosity and need gripped him.
It was reckless to take it in, not knowing if they were truly compatible to the core, but he did it anyway. A wave of bone-shaking pleasure rushed through him.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to have her now. He jerked her hips forward, sliding her slightly down on the rock, and pushed her back gently as he pulled at the ties of her dress.
“A-Arawn, I—"
A scream ripped through the air.
Sirona went rigid beneath him and he knew that going any farther was probably going to have to wait.