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_Note from the Author:

Graphic sex ahead along with some girly emotions. This is the fourth installment of my Alisa series. I hope you enjoy it.

-Ilveris

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Alisa

"Still... a little bit more..."

** Chapter: 04

Revelation**

The rain was coming down hard; the house was filled with its sound. Thunder echoed with regularity in the dreariness beyond the windows. Dawn had come, but thus far the sun had been unable to penetrate the storm. Night prevailed.

Alisa held her sleeping love in her arms. His fur was still damp, but her touch had warmed him. Alisa kissed his neck and slipped one of her hands to his shoulder. She gently brushed away a wisp of red energy which was trying to form around his neck... another nightmare. His sleep was deep and troubled. Alisa; however, had no desire for sleep... not with him in her arms. She much preferred to look at him... to feel him... and so she warded off the incessant advances of his dreams.

Alisa's fingers slid slowly across his body. They crept carefully amongst his fur, across his chest... his arms... his belly... exploring the recesses of body again and again. The feel of his fur, his skin, his warmth... it made her feel complete. Never in the centuries of her life had she felt as she had over the last few days... the way he made her feel.

Her love for him was growing. It was becoming much stronger. To Alisa it seemed as if her love for Essidus was as great as was possible, and yet with every moment it would surpass itself. It continued to grow and it had long since overwhelmed her. And Alisa didn't care. It didn't matter to her that these feelings went against everything she believed. She didn't care that the demon that she was, the demon she had always been, was in chains and dying in his ocean. Let her. Let her die. She didn't know where this would take her... where he would take her... but she would accept it. She was becoming something else, someone new. And she didn't care.

A pounding at the front door broke the rhythm of the storm. Alisa's eyes focused on the door which led to the library. She hoped that Essidus would sleep through it, but that hope did not last long. He stirred in her arms. She shifted her gaze back to him, to his beautiful eyes which were now open. Whoever was at the front assaulted the door again, louder than before.

Alisa loosened her grip on Essidus and allowed him to pull from her arms. He slipped from the bed, went to his dresser, and began to don his day clothes. Alisa sat up and watched silently. The wounds on his back, where she had dug her nails into him, had healed some... but not fully. The arts that Essidus practiced were dark; he had no great power to heal. He had been able to save her the night she showed herself to him only because she was demonic... and he had great power over the dark, including the demonic. The wounds had to be painful, but he showed no signs of discomfort.

"This changes nothing." Essidus said quietly. He did not turn his gaze to her when he spoke. He had regained himself. The weakness, the vulnerability he had shown her when he had come to bed with her... was gone. Chained and sealed away; shielded and controlled. It was saddening to once again have a barrier between her and the soul of her beloved, but it was his strength and will that had attracted her to him in the first place. He would not easily reveal himself to her. She was surprised it had happened at all. She had, after all, expected to die the night she showed herself to him.

His hate was growing. She could feel it emanating from him, like heat from a fireplace. Powerful shame and hatred. She didn't understand how one could hate oneself so much... so thoroughly. But she knew that she was the reason he was feeling it now. He had succumbed to her once again... she understood the suffering it could cause to be unable to control oneself.

"I know." Alisa whispered. She had never believed that things had changed. She knew he would kill her. He had to. It was inevitable. She was a demon. His enemy. She was power... and Essidus would kill for power.

He nodded and finished dressing in silence. The banging at the front door grew more frequent and louder. Alisa slid from the bed. Essidus eyed her for a moment, frowned, and made his way to the door. Alisa followed him into the library. Her graceful silence broken with each step as the rings around her ankles cried out, singing their beautiful song each time they struck the hard floor.

Moonlight rested lazily on one of the higher bookshelves. From his perch he watched Alisa carefully while she followed his master toward the foyer. Essidus stepped into the foyer and closed the door behind him; granting Alisa one last glimpse of his beautiful eyes when he frowned at her for following him. Alisa stepped closer to the door and raised her delicate fingertips to the wood. She could still feel Essidus beyond the door. She could feel him well.

"Tell me, how long will you play this game?" Moonlight asked.

Beyond the door she could feel Essidus hesitating. Hesitating to answer the door.

"Game?" Alisa responded, turning her gaze to the small fox resting above.

"You don't love him. Love is one of the guiding principals. If you loved him you would have been born a mortal. The Goddess would have seen to it." Moonlight said.

What he said held some weight. Mortal lives were a choice. Even before birth, the soul of a child would choose its mother. But Alisa was not a mortal. Her soul did not heed the same rules. Her kind were brought into this world through dark magic, blood rights, or powerful feelings... anger... hate... despair... "The Goddess does not gaze upon me." Alisa replied, returning her own gaze to the door.

Moonlight knew better. She knew he did. He was not ignorant of the arcane or the demonic. He was only trying to poke at the fact that she could not be with Essidus as she was... that she could never be with him...

"How could you do that!? How could you say those things!? I thought you cared about her!" The words were shouted by a man, but they seemed faint and distant. Whoever was speaking was beyond the front door. The seal placed on her was distorting the voice but it was not strong enough to entirely block such yelling.

Her love responded. His voice was clear, he was still within the house. "I was..." Essidus replied, but he was interrupted.

"I cannot believe you would say such things! Do you know how much she cares for you!? I always knew you were hard headed, but you broke her heart!" The man shouted again.

"Back up, let me..." Essidus tried. Still, he was not given a chance to speak.

"I've got half a mind to take you over my knee! I should have done it years ago to the lot of you!" The man shouted.

A chill ran from the door through Alisa. Her hair stood on end. In her mind she could see the old badger, Ulisk, stepping into the doorway. He waved his cane overhead as if ready to wallop Essidus who stood before him. He had entered the house. She could feel him. In her mind she could see Ulisk's eyes go wide. It lasted only a second.

"I said back!" Shouted Essidus. In her mind she could clearly see him shove the old badger back out the door. The badger was gone from her mind.

"Crazy old man. Needs to mind his own business." muttered Moonlight.

Alisa turned her back to the door and leaned against it. The old badger had sensed her. She was certain of it. Ulisk did not practice much anymore, but he was quite well attuned to all things magical. He could feel it... and he had felt her.

Alisa rested her head against the door and closed her eyes. She could still feel Essidus beyond, in the foyer... but Ulisk was silent. Nothing was being said. Alisa did not know how the badger would react. She wasn't afraid of him or of being discovered. Alisa knew; however, that such a discovery would bring Essidus hardship. She did not want that.

The silence was broken. "I do not answer to you." Essidus said bluntly. She had not heard Ulisk speak; he must have calmed himself.

She felt her love step through the doorway. In an instant he was gone from her mind. She could hear nothing. Alisa wanted to open the door; to see what was happening, but she dare not. She had already proven to be a burden upon her love. She had no desire to worsen that burden; and so she remained there with forehead to door, eyes closed, quiet.

"What have you done!? What are you hiding in that house of yours!?" Ulisk demanded. She heard no reply from her beloved, but that meant only that he had not shouted.

Alisa opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder toward Moonlight. She knew that he could feel Essidus, even if she could not. Alisa sensed agitation within Moonlight. Perfectly still, his eyes were fixed upon the wall though she knew nothing in this room held his interest. His stare went beyond these walls, to Essidus. Moonlight was on edge; what transpired beyond these doors was of great importance to him.

Her attention was returned to the door when she felt Essidus enter the house once more. The front door was closed carefully a moment later. Alisa took a slow step back before her beloved opened the door. He paused in the doorway, his eyes locked upon her. His gaze shifted up and down her naked form. He had a haggard look upon his face. "Put some clothes on." he whispered.

Essidus made his way through the library to his room, not bothering to close the door to the foyer but being sure to close the door to his bedroom. He felt fragile. She could feel shame within him; she could feel great sadness. Whatever he had said to the mouse girl last night, he was not proud of. It now brought him great pain.

With silent grace, broken only by the sound of her anklets striking the floor, Alisa went to the foyer door and closed it carefully.

*** ** ***

Essidus sat at his desk, pouring through books and scrolls that one of his associates had brought him just a little more than a week ago. He was looking for a spell to harvest the power within her. This did not concern Alisa. She lounged quietly on a small loveseat that was nestled between bookshelves in front of his desk. She watched him intently. His beautiful white fur seemed to shine in the candlelight. His eyes... oh, his eyes were radiant.

His companion, a jackal named Kevin, had been days late with these tomes. Or, at least, that is what she had gathered from the exchanges she had overheard between the two of them. Bad weather in Jerrarell had stranded him there for a time. With the texts now in hand; however, Essidus worked diligently to find the right spell. He had never told Alisa what his goal was, why he worked. He shied from the question, but Alisa knew. She could feel it. She could feel him well, so effortlessly. He could not hide it. Not from her.

When he had first began his research; he had asked Alisa to leave the room when he worked, or he had taken his work into the seclusion of his bedroom. She felt little guilt in him concerning his plan; he still did not believe her when she told him of her love. Even still, her beloved was not entirely comfortable plotting Alisa's destruction with her in the room, watching him. He had come to accept it; however, and now tolerated her presence. Alisa minded him sometimes, but not always. She made an effort to respect his wishes often; she made an effort to do as he asked, but she would not be denied his presence entirely. If she allowed him, Essidus would certainly withdraw completely and she would not see him again in any significance until the moment of her death.

And so Alisa defied him just enough to keep him in her presence. At least some of the time.

Normally when Alisa lay before him wearing just her slip, he would steal the occasional glance. He might not trust her; he might believe Alisa to be his enemy, a deadly viper, but he still found her attractive. He knew of her desire for him. She had made no efforts to conceal it. This knowledge combined with her lovely form and incessant gazing was enough to make him look on occasion. She did so thoroughly enjoy those occasions. She could feel the lust within him. His thoughts would, at least in those moments, become one with her own. But not tonight.

Jonathan was late returning from the errand on which Essidus had sent him. He should have returned many nights ago. This now troubled Essidus. The lynx often acted the fool, but he was diligent and thorough in his work. He was rarely late. On top of that, Avenguard was not that far away. A few days at best. This, along with the nature of his errand, was enough to disrupt Essidus's concentration. It was also enough to stay his occasional glances. He had not looked at her even once tonight.

Essidus closed his book and sat back in his chair. He could work no more. She could feel the frustration within him peaking. His hand slipped to Moonlight's neck which he stroked soothingly. The small fox stretched in his lap. Essidus raised his eyes toward Alisa and returned her stare, though this was not the stare she longed for. She could feel the frustration. He was displeased with himself. He knew he should keep working, but he just couldn't concentrate.

His stare lasted only a minute. He carefully placed Moonlight on the floor before making his way from the library to the kitchen. Alisa watched him intently; she always did, while he made this journey. When he had finally stepped from the room she slipped from her spot and followed after him.

The kitchen was empty. He had not escaped her; however, for she could feel him. She knew where he was. Her silence, as always, was broken by the sound of her anklets singing their beautiful song with each striking of the floor. He would know she was coming. Still, she followed him. She made her way through the door to the back porch.

The night was cold. Snow had not yet fallen, but it would not be much longer now. Winter was here and this region would soon be buried in snow. Her beloved was leaning against one of the side railings. His gaze was caught in the heavens.

The porch was screened and Alisa had found several days ago that her seal permitted her here. Essidus's backyard was but open forest. Mighty trees shielding an ocean of ankle deep leaves. It was a risk to allow her back here where she might be spotted, but in all the time she had watched Essidus she could not remember an instance where someone other than Jonathan had come around the back of his house. Essidus seemed to think it safe enough.

She went to him, with what silence she could. He did not turn his eyes to her, but he spoke. "Can I not even have a moment alone?"

The question implied that she was in his presence all the time. This was far from true, and so she ignored it. Instead she turned her gaze toward the heavens as well. The sky was clear as could be. The stars were bright and the moon little more than half full. She took another step closer, now but inches from him.

She could feel the ice within her shift. It could melt so easily within his presence. It could melt so easily from his touch. She wanted more. Alisa wanted to be with him again. She always wanted to be with him, but he had kept her at arm's length for some time now. She did not want to risk him pushing her away. Still... a little bit more...

She reached out with her delicate fingers and carefully took his hand. Alisa could feel his apprehension, but still he did not object. He allowed her this. The ice broke and her heart began to melt. His hand was warm and his touch, however small, was heaven. Her heaven.

She turned her eyes from the heavens to him instead. He was far more beautiful. His eyes seemed to spill over with a beautiful light while he stared at the sky. She squeezed his hand gently. Her heart raced. Alisa did not entirely understand how he could affect her so greatly with so little. Nor did she care.

Alisa dared to move a little closer. She pressed herself, ever so gently, to him and laid her head on his shoulder. She once again turned her eyes skyward. Essidus sighed, but made no effort to move away. In fact, Alisa sensed relief. Their destinies were linked. In a sense, they were comrades... companions. The man who never touched anyone had seemed to find a strange sense of belonging in their embrace. At least, that is what she felt from him. She could not be certain; however, for she found his touch disorienting.

"You're a problem." He whispered.

Alisa closed her eyes and whispered her reply. "I don't have to be." She could feel doubt within him. Doubt. Her actions seemed to unnerve him... he wondered if he was right about her. This did not concern her. She knew the truth. Alisa was here for one reason. She had become his prisoner for a single reason. The love she felt for him. That's all that mattered. She nuzzled his shoulder.

"I love you, Essidus... I love you with all that I am..." she whispered. Alisa could feel his emotional battle raging. His desire to push her away and remain strong was at war with his absolute desperation to be held and loved... by anyone. She inched ever closer. Turning to face him fully; she pressed herself closer. Opening her eyes, Alisa kissed his neck gently and whispered. "Let me love you..."

Her ever so gentle advances were all that was needed. She felt his stoic strength buckle in an instant. He closed his eyes and trembled, giving no reply. He wanted it, he wanted to be held and loved... but he hadn't the strength to ask. This was alright, though. Alisa didn't need him to ask. She brought her lips to his neck once more. Her tongue explored his warm fur and skin slowly, carefully.

Her hands found their way tentatively to his sides. She pulled his shirt from his pants with a few gentle tugs before allowing her hands to continue upward, over his shoulders. She took his face gently in her hands. "I do love you..." She whispered. He opened his eyes and their gazes met. Still he could say nothing in response. He merely trembled.

She brought her lips to his. Alisa had easily lost herself within his kiss in the past and this time proved to be no exception. The world around her seemed to fade away, as if absorbed by the cold. Only his gentle touch remained. She moaned softly. His warm kiss melted what little ice remained within her. With their tongues still intermingled, her hands found there to his shirt which she slowly unbuttoned.

Freeing the last button ended their kiss. Her gaze shifted downward, between them. Her fingers found their way to the button of his pants which she immediately freed. A jolt of energy coursed through her, a jolt set upon her by his touch. His hands had found their way to her sides. With a gentle touch Essidus embraced her and pulled her close. Her heart raced... her lips again found his neck... she struggled to free him from his pants...

He lifted her gently, just enough to sit her on wooden railing of the porch. Her back was supported only by the flimsy screen which enclosed the room; she found her demonic balance nonetheless. His hands tugged at her slip, hiking it up enough to expose her to him. Alisa's kissing turned to gentle sucking. She spread herself for him as he pressed close. With his sides cradled between her warm thighs, she wrapped her legs around him and crossed her ankles... locking her beloved within her embrace.

Her lips found their way to his chin and then his lips as well. Her hands slipped beneath his loose shirt where they caressed his back and held him close. They kissed once again as he guided himself to her. She felt the head of his cock press poised against her heat. She was ready. She needed him. She broke their kiss to pant into his ear, barely a whisper. "I love you... I love you... I love you..." She said the words again and again while he pressed into her. They were the right words. They were what he needed to hear, she could feel it. Sense it. And they were the truth.

Alisa quivered softly around her love. She climaxed as he entered her fully. The tip of his cock pressed softly against her deepest core was all that she needed to come. Still, even as her body was racked with waves of gentle pleasure, she continued to chant those words... whispering them into his ear with the dedication of a priestess in prayer. They were her prayer.

With his manhood firmly planted within her, Essidus silenced her with another kiss. His tongue found its way into her mouth once again. He pressed himself firmly against her, rocking his cock within her. She groaned into his mouth and swished her tail softly between his legs. He took her hips in his hands and pulled her closer, as if trying to go deeper. There was a twinge of pain, he was just a little more than she could take. But it was no deep pain and as a demon she found what little pain there was alluring. She ground herself back against him; she was as eager to take him deeper as he was to go.

He pulled at last from her, ever so gently, only to plunge into her once more. Slowly he worked. Their kiss broke; Alisa forced to gasp. Their breaths, visible with the cold, mingled as they made love. She squeezed her thighs around him while her fingers pulled him ever tighter. Together they moved ever faster with the only sounds being their hurried pants and the soft wet sound which emanated from between Alisa's legs.

But that silence could not be maintained. Clutching her beloved tighter and racked with pleasure; Alisa threw her head back and let out a long, low groan. Her body continued its inevitable advanced toward her second climax. The slick movement, the friction, the rhythmic assault on her womb. She could contain herself no longer. She moaned into the night again and again. Still, his pace increased. "Essidus..." she gasped into his ear.

His soft moans at last joined hers. Their pace became frenzied and her need became desperate. Between moans and gasps, through the building pleasure in her womb, she whispered. "Give me your seed, love... come for me..."

Her asking was all that he needed. She felt him pulsate within her... she felt his wonderful warmth spill into her most vulnerable space. She convulsed around him; sent over the edge by his orgasm. She cried out, screaming into the cold night air as if proclaiming her love for this mortal.

She held him tight. Her body trembled and she whimpered softly into his ear. He pulsated gently within her still and it felt as if each pulsation led her to yet another small climax of her own. Overcome with pleasure, she struggled to keep her thighs tight around him... to keep him trapped within her. She wanted every drop he had to spill into her. She never wanted him to leave.

"I love you... I love you... I love you..." she again chanted into his ear. Her voice wavered but never broke. He must hear her words. She had to make them clear.

He wrapped his arms around her in turn and they held each other tightly. She had been loud... perhaps loud enough to be heard by the houses down the road, but what did it matter? Let them hear. Essidus was hers. She would never give him up nor be ashamed of love that they had made. He was hers... and she was his.

*** ** ***

With the window open the warmth of her room was robbed quickly. It was late and Marisa should be asleep but she had been unable the last few nights. Now she stood at her window listening to the moans which echoed through the trees. They seemed to be coming from the down the road; they seemed to be coming from the direction of Essidus's house.

These were no moans of agony. The woman who made them most certainly did not suffer... Marisa trembled. Just nights ago Essidus had cut his ties with her. Brutally. He had said that she was no longer of interest to him. That he didn't care anymore. That she needed to stay away... and he hadn't said it as nicely.

Marisa's eyes watered from merely thinking of those terrible words, of that terrible day. When father had returned from speaking with him he had been greatly troubled. She could not get him to say what it was that troubled him so... but she knew that his encounter with Essidus that day had been grave. He had told Marisa to stay away from Essidus. To never go near him again. And now these moans... moans becoming screams, filled the night. Marisa was afraid to go.

She had always been warned of the animals that roamed the forest at night... but that is not what scared her. She was afraid of what she might find. She could not bring herself to accept what Essidus had said. He couldn't have meant it. He couldn't have. And so wearing only her nightgown, Marisa slipped from her window and made her way into the cold night.

*** ** ***

With the gentle caresses of Essidus, Alisa slipped from her seat on the railing. They kissed once more. A long and gentle embrace.

"I... I should sleep." Essidus whispered. His voice now as haggard as his soul had been earlier

Alisa nodded. Hesitantly did he leave her arms. Into the house he vanished. She was in no hurry to follow. Alisa had no doubts that she would be joining her beloved tonight. She would sleep in his bed... and she would be his once again before the night was out. She wanted to remain here for a moment. In this place where she had joined with him, where the scent of their union filled the air.

She turned toward the forest once more and raised her eyes again to the sky. She wondered what it was that he saw when he looked skyward. What he looked for. Why come here for solace? Alisa saw nothing special in those stars. The only significance they held for her was that she had made love with Essidus beneath them.

Her attention shifted immediately to the opening of the porch door on her right. The mouse girl took a single step onto the porch. Alisa's hearing was strong, without this seal should would have been aware of her approach through the leaves long ago. But with the seal in place, she had been caught completely off guard. It was a disconcerting experience, even if the girl was no threat.

No doubt the girl had been drawn by Alisa's screams of not to long ago. She wondered what all, if anything, the girl had witnessed. The mouse girl's eyes were now filled with tears. Through sobs and sniffles did she speak. "Who... who... are you...?" she asked.

Alisa did not respond. She turned her gaze toward the stars once more. Behind her, she could feel Moonlight become apprehensive. The small familiar was closer now... he had probably moved into the kitchen. Essidus seemed to remain unaware. His thoughts and emotions were moving rapidly, clouding his mind. The mouse girl was also nothing special. If Essidus were to sense her at all, it would be via proxy through Moonlight. He was certainly in no frame of mind to make that jump. If the girl remained here; however, he would eventually notice. The ensuing encounter would surely pain him.

"Who are you? What are you doing here!?" The mouse girl demanded through her tears.

Perhaps she had not seen. "I am a guest of Essidus's." Alisa replied.

The mouse girl fell to her knees and sobbed. "...what are you doing here...?" she repeated, as if a demand but with less force than a whisper.

Alisa turned toward the mouse who buried her face in her hands. She looked younger... now just a little girl. Terribly betrayed. Alisa did not care for the girl, but she did not want her to feel such pain. Her pain could easily become Essidus's pain.

With her gaze upon the broken woman, Alisa felt something she did not expect. Despair. That was to be expected, but it was not just in the woman. Alisa felt it within herself as well. Sorrow and despair. A powerful sense of loss. It took her a moment to understand their origin... but the origin was clear. Empathy. It took very little to imagine how Alisa would feel if it had instead been her who had stumbled in from the woods only to find this nearly naked mouse girl in the house of her beloved.

She had not understood the pain it could cause... such a terrible betrayal of one's feelings. If Essidus fell in love with another woman, would these feelings consume Alisa as they now consumed the mouse girl? To simply imagine the scenario filled Alisa with pain. The answer seemed to be a likely yes.

"I am in love with Essidus." Alisa responded. She would not lie to this girl. Lies were for demons of lower status who were not strong enough to simply take what they wanted.

The mouse girl raised her eyes to Alisa. She looked shocked. She struggled to control herself, to control the tears. "What's your name...?" she asked.

"Alisa." She replied. Poor lighting helped to conceal the nature of Alisa's color to the mouse girl. While Alisa could see quite clearly, she was certain that to this mouse girl her colors appeared to dark to discern properly. It probably didn't help that the mouse girl was also half blinded by her tears.

She clambered to her feet. "He's in love with you...?" The mouse girl asked.

Moonlight was nearby. Perhaps he watched through a window. Alisa could sense him just beyond the wall. Essidus was still in his room, he remained unaware. He may even be upon the verge of sleep.

"No. He does not love me." Alisa replied. She would not lie. The girl was not a match for Essidus. She was to innocent and naïve. She was not a woman; she was a girl. Alisa did not fear her.

"Then why are you here!?" the mouse girl demanded.

Alisa could feel the pain within the girl surge and break like a wave upon the rock. To lose your beloved to someone he doesn't even love... Alisa did not envy this girl. "Because I can be what he needs... and because I love him." she replied carefully.

The girl turned from Alisa. She placed her hands upon the railing and, with head hanging, gasped for air. Alisa continued to be surprised by the revelations the mouse girl had brought with her. More than anything, Alisa wanted for the happiness of her beloved. If that meant he should be with another woman... regardless of the terrible pain it would cause her, then that is what Alisa wanted. She would suffer, willingly suffer the terrible pain that afflicted this mouse girl... for the happiness of her beloved. She would endure anything for his sake.

Alisa did not know how to say her words in such a way as to spare her feelings. She would be direct. "You should not have come. It is cold and this is not where you belong. Go home." Alisa said quietly.

The mouse girl did not move. "Do you really love him...?" she asked. Her sobbing had stopped, tears now flowed down her cheeks in silence.

"I do." Alisa replied without hesitation.

The girl wiped some of the tears from her eyes and turned toward the door once more. "I'm sorry to have intruded. I..." she whispered but could not finish. She opened the door and ran into the night. Within moments she was gone.

Alisa turned her gaze toward the sky. The girl had taught her just how precious Essidus was to her. More so than she had originally thought. If his betrayal could cause such pain... she wondered what his love would feel like. However it would feel, she knew it would be glorious. For that, she longed.

Alisa stared at the sky a moment longer before she at last returned to the house. Moonlight sat on the kitchen counter near the window. He eyed her during her passage through, but said nothing. Alisa went without hesitation to his room... to her beloved. She found him sleeping. Discarding her slip, she awoke him...

It was not long before she rode atop him, her moans filling his bedroom. This time Alisa was acutely aware of just how precious the gift that he giving her now was, just how special this moment was.

As Alisa shudder upon him; his seed spilling into her yet again, she whispered, "I love you..." into his ear once more.

*** ** ***

If he wasn't asleep and he wasn't inside her, he would be at his desk. He continued to work day in, day out. And this is where she found him now. At his desk, pouring through various books... still looking for the spell to end her life.

Over the last few days they had made love many times. Jonathan was still missing and Alisa had proven herself to be an excellent distraction. She was proud of the comfort that she could bring him... and pleased by the sense of comfort he had brought her. Even now the ice had not fully returned. These had been the happiest days of her life. Days where she had not just existed, but really lived... really known what it was to be happy. His arms were the key. Her key.

She craved his touch once more. Needed it. There was a fire within her that only he could extinguish; that only he could douse. She could sense his need of it as well. His need was different, however. His need was that of relief from stress... frustration... He was tense. He had been at it all day.

Gracefully she went to his side; the soft ringing of her anklets singing of the journey. She wore nothing; she had not bothered to dress after their last coupling. The clothes were but a barrier to his touch.

Resting her hand on his shoulder; Alisa leaned forward and whispered into his ear. "Come to bed..." she asked.

Essidus did not look at her. Dared not. He shook his head and waved her off. "No, I don't have time right now." he replied.

Essidus had resisted her several times over the last few days... but she had thus far always been able to claim her prize. She leaned a little closer; her warm breath filled his ear. "Love... I need you..." she whispered.

He shook his head once more and pushed her back. She could feel him steel himself against further advances. "No. Go to your room. I need to work." he replied.

Her gaze remained fixated upon her beloved. He had a sense of urgency... she knew the cause. Fear. Fear of Alisa. That was the driving force, why he worked nonstop to find the spell. Even as he made love with her; he was still convinced that she was his enemy. That this was a trap of some sort. That she would turn on him.

This did not bother her, for she knew the truth. His urgency was not needed; she would never betray him. Thus, she had no qualms about distracting him from this most vital work.

Alisa slipped behind his chair. Her fingers found their way effortlessly to his shoulders. She squeezed and rolled them softly while he worked. She had become increasingly better at eliciting the response she desired from Essidus. Her skills as his comfort woman had improved, while at the same time his fear of her had waned. It would not be difficult. Alisa worked contently; massaging his muscles with great care. With a gentle rhythm did she help to relieve the tension stored in his muscles. Soon enough his eyes were closed and his neck slack against her bare wrists.

"Stop." he whispered. A command, perhaps, but a command with no will behind it. No strength. He didn't really want her to stop and nor did she.

She leaned forward; wrapping her arms around him gently. She began to remove the buttons of his shirt. Leaning forward a little more, she reached ever further down his chest. With her neck pressed softly to the side of his; did she finally reach for his pants once again.

One of his hands took her wrist. He stopped her. "Alisa..." he whispered. Another command with no strength behind it. She kissed the side of his head lightly and straightened herself. Alisa walked slowly around the chair. He watched her closely while she moved. She could feel the need within him taking hold. She had him. He could no longer fight her.

Dropping to her knees, Alisa slipped both her hands to his knees. She pressed his knees apart gently, but firmly, and slowly set her hands to work. Her fingers kneaded at his clothes, tentatively moving up his thighs. He did not resist her this time when she reached for the button of his pants. Licking her lips; she unfastened it and freed the reward within.

She knew that sex sometimes involved the mouth, but thus far she had not yet experienced that with Essidus. She was ready to change that. While continuing to knead at his thighs; Alisa leaned closer and nuzzled her face against his still hardening manhood. "My darling Master..." she whispered.

Her warm breath spilled across his flesh, stirring up his powerful scent. Their scent. He had not yet bathed since their last mating. Alisa groaned softly, her tongue slipping from her mouth to the base of his cock. She found the idea of her scent being on him, of him carrying her mark, very appealing. Alisa slowly dragged her tongue upward until she found the head and the precum waiting there. His taste filled her mouth, a prelude to what she knew he would give her.

She moaned and slipped her lips back down his shaft. Delving deeper between his thighs; she nuzzled his balls gently. Her tongue gently explored him and his taste. In return Essidus arched toward her; one of his hands coming to rest atop her head.

Sliding higher once more she allowed her tongue to twirl around the head of his cock, but only for a moment. She took him into her muzzle, enveloping him fully. He was perfect. The tip of his cock rest on the cusp of her throat. She held him tightly in her mouth; sucking ever so softly with her tongue dancing beneath his flesh.

He thrust gently against her and his hands tugged pleadingly. She would not deny him. She began to move, bobbing her head in his lap. She sucked and lapped at his flesh which was thick with the taste of their love. Her tongue massaged and batted his cock. Her fingers found their way to his balls which she plucked and pulled... squeezed and massaged.

He tugged at her hair; his grip on her tightening. He thrust his hips ever harder. She worked furiously, coaxing him for the prize within. She pleaded with his flesh to give her what she wanted.

His grip on her tightened ever more. His pace became ever faster. Soon she could not stop even if she wanted to. He held her in place to make use of her mouth. The realization that she had lost control sent quivers of pleasure through Alisa. She moaned into his crotch. She was his. She would always be his. Her mind, her soul, and her body...

Essidus groaned and pressed her head down hard; his manhood pulsated in her mouth. Her air was cut off and his warmth spilled into her throat. Alisa choked some, swallowing both instinctively and willingly while his wonderful taste filled her mouth. She squeezed his balls gently, hoping to entice every drop from his body.

Even when his grip on her loosened, she remained impaled upon his manhood. She held him deep in her mouth while his climax passed. When at last he was done, Alisa lifted her head from crotch. She gasped for air and swallowed what seed remained in her mouth before lowering her lips once more.

Her eyes focused on his face while she cleaned him. He lay back exhausted, eyes closed, and panting. Her tongue eagerly explored every crevasse, searching for his cum. Slowly, but surely, she gathered every drop of his seed. When she could find no more, she took him into her mouth once more. Gently she nursed, finding that with a there was a little more to be had. When, at last, he was clean; when there was no more of that wonderful taste be drawn from him... when he finally began to soften in her mouth; Alisa released him and sat back slowly. She squeezed his thighs firmly; her gaze was fixated on him. She was pleased. She had relieved him of his stress once again. She had brought him comfort.

"Alisa..." he whispered.

"Mmmhmmmm?" she replied. Again she leaned forward. She nuzzled her face gently against his belly. She slipped her arms around him and held him tight.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "You're evil." he whispered.

Continuing her nuzzles, Alisa replied. "Come to bed with me, my love. Come lay down with me..."

He shook his head. "I haven't the energy..." he replied.

Alisa stood and took his hands gently in hers. She guided him from the chair and led him toward the bedroom. His objections were far away now. He needn't worry, she wouldn't mount him. She simply wanted to hold him... and after guiding him to the soft sheets and feathery pillows... that's precisely what she did.

_Final Thoughts:

Took a long time to get this one out. My job is finally starting to calm down; however, and I'm hoping to get back to writing on a more regular basis. Want to thank all those who have been rating my stories well and leaving all the encouraging comments. Very much appreciated.

With this installment, my focus was to work on the relationship between Alisa and Essidus. I wanted to break down some of the walls Essidus had up. They're still there by the end, just not as strong as before.

-Ilveris

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Completed 12/2/2007_