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Liora removed her body from the sphere and opened her eyes. She was standing on her own two feet, and the cellar appeared as she had left it. The magical orb glowed before her, its blue-green core spinning in its usual spiral pattern. She opened her mouth to let a contented yawn escape before climbing the stairs to get some rest, satisfied she had been able to contact Stephen yet again.
Chapter Nineteen
The dry brush crunched beneath Liora’s feet, threatening to trip her as she shielded her eyes from the blazing sun. The low bushes did nothing to block out the oppressive light, but the charred vegetation eventually gave way to softer moss. She spotted a clump of trees not far away and headed for the shade.
Stephen already waited for her. Dressed in a crisp white shirt and matching shorts, he reclined against a boulder, trailing his fingers through a nearby stream. The layout of the small oasis bore a resemblance to their usual wooded scene, which he commented on as soon as she arrived. “I guess you didn’t want to stray too far from home right away.”
“It’s the best I could do on such short notice.” She laughed, taking a seat beside him and letting her cotton skirt billow out around her. “Besides, I didn't want to waste too much of my energy on our little change of scenery. I’d much rather spend it on you.”
“You did an amazing job.” He looked up at the broad palms forming a verdant canopy over their heads. “One of these days, I’ll be sure to paint something like this.”
“Thank you. I’m glad you like it.”
“You haven’t disappointed me yet.” He placed a hand on her shoulder. “And I doubt you ever will.”
His touch on her skin reminded her of how long it had been since she’d felt him pressed against her, pushing inside her, and filling her with unrestrained fervor. She slid one leg over him, straddling his lap while he remained propped up against the sturdy stone. Rather than kissing him right away, she brought her lips toward his ear. “I’d better keep trying to meet your expectations, then,” she whispered.
He let out a low groan as she sucked the lobe into her mouth, giving it a playful nibble. His hands slipped beneath the hem of her blouse, his fingers pressing into her back as she kissed his neck, seeking out the most sensitive spots. He gasped when she bit down again, and she finally relented in order to redirect her attention to his shirt.
Before she could make much progress with its removal, he tore her own sleeveless blouse off over her head and tossed it to the side. She giggled, her voice echoing into the humid air hanging heavy around them, and set to work on the buttons standing in her way. Once he was shirtless, she faced the obstacle of his pants. By this point, she knew it was unlikely he could disappear from the dream so soon, but she was reluctant to let him go even for the briefest moment.
Stephen solved the problem for her by unzipping his shorts, beyond which lay nothing but the bulging erection she desired. She conceded to lifting several inches off of him while he pushed the remainder of his clothing down around his knees. Too impatient to rid herself of her skirt completely, she balled up the excess fabric with one hand as she lowered back down.
He pulsed against her clit, and she was torn between wanting to savor every possible minute she had with him and impaling herself on him immediately. While she deliberated, his hands roamed every inch of her, skimming over her back, her chest, and her hips before disappearing underneath her rumpled skirt. He teased her, fondling her ass before further parting her thighs to test her arousal. When his fingertips brushed along the length of her slit, she shuddered.
Liora leaned forward, intent on devouring his mouth with all the force of her searing lust. “I can’t wait much longer,” she murmured against his lips. As she spoke, her free hand maneuvered between them and circled his rock-hard shaft.
Another groan escaped him, and he slid his hands to the sides of her hips, allowing her unfettered access and complete control. The bulbous head of his erection pushed against her slickened sex, gliding through the juices starting to flow. She paused, basking in the exhilaration of the onset of penetration, and guided him inside.
Despite his position, he thrust into her with vigor. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back against the rock. The exposure of his neck was irresistible, and she licked a long line from his collarbone back up to his ear, aiming to maximize his pleasure. “Stephen….” she whispered, tracing the edge with the tip of her tongue.
His only response was heavy breathing as he speared her with astonishing strength.
Finding coherent words proved difficult, but she felt the urge to warn him of their impending separation. “I…I don’t know how much longer I can hold on…”
His movements slowed. “We can stop, if you want,” he said, though his suggestion held little conviction.
“No!” She pitched forward, flattening herself against his chest while keeping him firmly lodged inside her. “How will I ever get stronger if we don’t keep practicing?” she teased.
His hips bucked up and she gasped. Bracing her hands against the unyielding rock, she met each of his movements with as much force as she could muster. Every time their bodies collided, another wave of delight coursed through her muscles, and he made it more and more challenging for her to cling to his transcendental form. A cool breeze, out of place in her desert scene, rustled through the trees and rippled across her electrified skin. The end was near, and she intended to draw as much enjoyment out of the moment as possible.
“Come in me, Stephen,” she pleaded, gripping him tighter. “Give me something to take back with me.”
His hands circled her waist and slammed her downward as he plunged into her. The sky above them faded, and she struggled to keep them together. She rested her fingertips on his cheeks, guiding his face toward her. He opened his eyes, and she tried to focus on the devotion reflected in their depths. There was only him, nothing but him, nothing but his raw masculinity filling her to the brim and bringing her closer and closer to euphoria.
The cold air swirled around them and they crashed into each other once more. His heated release burst deep within her and she clenched around him, milking every drop out of his robust cock. Her vision swam while she writhed about, and she felt him vanishing beneath her as she shook from the explosive energy of her climax.
Liora stumbled away from the sphere. Her head missed the corner of the wall by mere inches as she tripped, yet she grabbed the railing of the steps and stayed upright. Stephen was gone, his absence forming an agonizing hole at her core. Her disappointment didn’t last though, as she was satiated by both the pleasure he’d brought her and her confidence that they would reunite soon enough. Each time they met, she was able to accomplish more and more, and she was certain her growing power could be applied outside their dreams as well. Smiling into the shadows, she contemplated what she could create for them the following night.
Chapter Twenty
The morning sun shone upon the fields behind the great castle of Marindal. Stephen knelt in the dirt, rooting around a row of vegetables to seek out any unwanted weeds. It was mindless work, though not unpleasant. The cheery weather, accompanied by the fresh scent of nearby wildflowers, helped keep his spirits high. There was no denying the pang of frustration whenever he woke up alone, but Liora had been a consistent presence in his dreams ever since he had acquired the new gemstone.
While he gathered his tools and prepared to shift over to the next area, a figure in the distance caught his attention. As it came closer, he recognized the distinct form of Tirani, whom he had not seen since the day he first emerged from the dungeon. “I see you’re settling in nicely,” she said.
“Can’t say this place is all that bad.” He wiped a trickle of sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. “It’s different, but I don’t mind the change.”
“I’m glad to hear it. And you've been...careful?”
