This is the scene between my characters Aide and Emaia, from my book Aide Me. It's the night before the big battle, where Aide came to visit Emaia in her little hut. If you haven't read Aide Me, I strongly suggest you do. You can, however, still enjoy this chapter without having read the whole book. (But there might be some confusing parts) Please enjoy and don't forget to vote!

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Emaia moaned as Aide kissed her down her neck, nibbling at her skin with his small canines. He slid a hand under her waist and pressed her body into his. The pressure in her stomach intensified, especially when she felt the jut of his arousal pressing against her thigh. Moaning softly, she grasped his shoulders. The sensation was of out of this world.

"Sweet Emaia," Aide whispered. He slowly let his other hand travel down the length of her body to grab her thigh. He scrunched up her nightgown in his fist, slowly dragging it up. "You have no idea what you are doing to me."

Emaia bit her lip, trying to stifle the uncontrollable stream of sounds that wanted to constantly escape her mouth. "Aide, I want you. Please..."

"Patience." He murmured, letting his hand gently go under her gown. "How much did Kai tell you about making love?"

Emaia gasped and arched her back when she felt his hand tickle the inside of her thigh. "E-everything, I think."

"Did he tell you about this?"

She felt his knuckles brush against her sensitive part ever so gently. Moaning loudly, she dug her nails into the skin of his shoulders. Heat pooled between her legs. "H-he, ah... He said that elves did this thing t-that humans d-didn't."

She noticed a flicker of something on Aide's face. Annoyance? "He really was thorough."

"But I didn't quite understand it," Emaia hesitantly said, gasping again when he stroked her with his knuckles one more time. "He said something about... eating, I think?"

Aide pressed his lips together, and she now saw that he was trying not to... smile? "I'm sure he did, the bastard."

"What did he mean?"

The smile on his lips dropped, and instead he raised an inquisitive brow. "Would you like me to demonstrate?"

She saw his eyes darken with lust, and with a dry throat, she nodded. She had no idea what he meant by 'demonstrating', but she would just have to see. She trusted Aide, so she knew whatever it was, he wouldn't do it if he didn't think she'd like it.

Aide leaned in over her and grabbed one of the pillows behind her. "Okay then. I'll demonstrate. The humankind, despite their many, many brutish men, know nothing about real lovemaking," He whispered, sliding down her body again. "Love is not just about grinding your hips and reproducing. It's about pleasure, too." He gently lifted Emaia's rear up by sliding a hand under her, only to slide the pillow under her hips. "It's about exploring the other person in a way that no one else can. Feeling, smelling... tasting." When he met her eyes and licked his lips, Emaia felt her heart beat faster.

"W-what do you mean?" She nervously asked.

"Watch." Slowly, he grasped the seams of her nightgown and started to pull it up. Emaia felt her pulse rise and her stomach pinch in excitement as he exposed her private parts. When he pushed her gown all the way up to her hips, she swallowed hard. What was he going to do?

All along his eyes never left hers, but now he lowered his gaze and looked at her sex. She saw his lips part and his eyes drink in the sight of her. For a moment, she also thought she saw the member in his breeches jerk. But that could just have been her imagination.

"God." His voice was dry as chalk and he swallowed heavily. "Why are you..."

Emaia felt her entire body flush pink under his stare. "M-my mother told me to always shave away all hairs below the neck, b-because that's what ladies do." When he didn't reply, she nervously added, "But was that wrong? Aide?"

Aide closed his mouth, which had been hanging open until now. "Good God, you're trying to kill me, Emaia." He released a long breath and she saw his throat bob slowly again. "Lord have mercy on me."

"Aide—" The rest of her sentence was slaughtered on her tongue, when he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her wet folds. Instead, she gasped loudly and arched her back, biting into her lip. The softness of his lips against her sensitive folds, made even more wetness flood to her core and made her squirm in arousal. "Oh God, Aide!"

"Look at me." His warm breath fanned across her skin, and she forced her eyes to open when she realized she had closed them. She met his eyes and saw the dark, desirable lust gloom in them. "Watch what I'm doing."

Slowly, never looking away from her, he lowered his mouth to her sex again and pressed another kiss to her core. Then, slowly, his tongue slid out and licked up her folds, spreading them in the process and hit her little bud. Emaia's eyes involuntarily shut as she tilted her head backwards into the pillows and moaned. She writhed at his touch, but his hand came to her hips and steadied her. Sucking in a breath, she continued to feel Aide's tongue do the sweet torture, while all she could do was pray for dear life.

"Oh God, Aaaide!" She grasped the sheets tightly when he sucked her folds into his mouth, flicking her bud. "Oh God, oh God!"

"Does it feel good?"

She shuddered and nodded her head heftily. "Yes, yes, yes, oh God, yes, it feels good! Aide!"

He groaned throatily, grabbing her thigh. "Your taste is addictive. I could spend the rest of my life here and die a happy man."

Emaia cried out when she felt his tongue do another flick against her bud. He moved down and circled her entrance. "Aide, please..."

"Patience," He murmured again.

She didn't have patience. What she did have was fever like no other, and an uncomfortable knot in her stomach that felt almost painful. She was tired of being left with this sensation, she needed... She needed closure.

"Aide—Oh my God!" She nearly screamed when she suddenly felt his finger at her entrance, smoothing circles around her core. Aide hummed and kept kissing her, producing more moisture from her. Emaia had to bite her tongue not to let out a loud cry. She had never known pleasure like this before. Elves really knew their game.

When she felt him push one finger inside her, her back arched and a garbled cry escaped her lips. She clenched around him and squeezed her eyes shut.

"Relax, Emaia," Aide softly said. "It will feel better if you relax."

She couldn't possibly imagine it could get better than this, but she followed his advice anyway. With a deep exhale, she unclenched her inner walls around him and spread out on the bed. She felt him move his finger deeper inside her, testing her untested core.

"Aide," She cried. "God, I feel..."

"Do you feel the pressure build inside you?"

It felt like a beast inside her was trying to rip out of her, pushing at her every inch and corner. She was clutching the sheets so hard, her knuckles were turning white and her arms were starting to shake. She could hardly contain herself, yet she couldn't let go. "God, Aide! Ahh can't take it much longer!"

She felt him quicken the pace of his small thrusts, while drinking up the juices she was producing. He hummed huskily, the vibration sending a jolt into her core. Just when she though she couldn't last any longer, he added one more finger.

"Aide!" Emaia cried out, arching her back again. Embarrassing sounds kept leaving her mouth, most of her words not even making any sense. Aide worked her inner muscles, finding a spot inside her that made her see shooting stars. "God, don't stop!"

"You need to let go," He murmured against her heat. "Let go, Emaia."

She didn't know how to. Writhing and thrashing, she felt her hair begin to cling to her forehead from perspiration. She could hardly breathe. "I... C-can't... Oh... God!"

He bended his fingers a little inside her and pressed a kiss to her centre. "Yes you can. Look at me."

Forcing her eyes to open, she looked down at Aide and saw him cradled in between her writhing legs. His lips pressed against her folds, his fingers inside her sex, his silver hair sliding down to his shoulders. His eyes were pinned on her, watching her intensely up through those dark black lashes. That was the last push she needed.

Emaia wailed as she felt something power through her – something so powerful she lost complete focus of everything around her. Her body spasmed uncontrollably, her lungs emptied, her core throbbed and clenched. She felt like she was drowning, yet at the same time, going to such new heights she didn't even know existed. The only thing she could think of was Aide, and that was the only thing she needed.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of flying through pure ecstasy, she crashed back down and found herself panting inside the little hut, gasping for her breath. She felt spent, her limbs felt like porridge and her throat felt raw from crying so loudly. Opening her eyes, she looked down and found Aide watching her with such intensity, it almost looked like his eyes were burning. Dryly, she swallowed. "A-Aide?"

Without blinking, he rose from his position between her legs and knelt on the mattress. He crawled in over her and leaned down to her lips. "I have been in every part of the kingdom, I've seen dragons live and breathe magic, and I've seen the face of love on my best friend as he joined up with his mate. Yet none of that, could beat the thing that I just saw right now."

Emaia stopped breathing and felt her stomach tighten in love. "I-I love you, Aide."

"Don't," He whispered. He gently cupped her face and brushed his thumb over her cheek. "Please just don't."

"I can't stop, and I definitely can't stop tonight." She brought her hands to his face and cupped his head, too. "So don't ask me to."

Watching her closely for a moment, pressing his lips tightly together, he looked down at her lips before saying, "Are you up for more, or are you too tired?"

She was definitely spent from – what Kai had explained to her – her first orgasm, but she knew she didn't want to stop here. This night could be all they had left in her world, and if she was dying tomorrow, she wanted to know what it was like to have lived – to have loved.

"I want all of you," She replied, curling her legs around his hips, bringing him closer. He let out a deep groan when his member grazed her heat. "Every last bit, until I pass out from your love. The question is... Do you want me?"

"God yes," He said too quickly, clenching his jaw, and took a controlled breath. "Yes. I want this - you - I want you, Emaia."

"Then have me," She whispered. Seeing him so vulnerable, so hungry for something he had been craving for many years, but never allowed himself to touch... There were no words for it. She knew he saw her as the forbidden fruit, and taking a bite would be like a sin to him. But she could tell in his eyes if sinning meant winning, he didn't mind going to hell. Neither did she.

Aide licked his lips and leaned down to hers, hovering an inch above them. "Do you want to taste what I tasted, when you let go against my lips?"

Blushing to a crimson shade, she nervously nodded. A part of her felt a little embarrassed at how she had just completely let go like that and lost her mind – but that was only until Aide pressed his lips firmly against hers and kissed her passionately.

The sweet taste of her own arousal struck her tastebuds, and she indulged as Aide let his tongue explore her mouth, combining their flavors. Euphoria was created, and Emaia was gone for. She moaned loudly and grabbed on to his shoulders.

After a long moment, Aide then drew back, allowing her to catch her already sparse breath. It felt like all the air in the room had been used up, and all there was left to breathe in was him. Every bit of him, his heart and his soul, seeped into her body like a drug.

"Emaia." He whispered, closing his eyes. "I'm going to remove your gown completely now, and then I'm going to remove my breeches. This is your last chance to say stop. I'm afraid once I see all of you lying before me, there for me to touch, I won't be able to control myself. So please, think one more time, and then tell me you still want this."

Emaia let his words sink in, and she allowed herself one second of doubt – one second, and that was it. Not a fiber or molecule in her body wanted to end the night here and say goodnight. The love she felt for him was so strong, and she knew he felt it too, even if he refused to admit it, because he was scared. There was not one part of her that didn't want to love him properly, to share this once-in-a-lifetime experience with him and remember it forever.

"Aide," She firmly said, bringing her hand to the side of his face, forcing him to meet her eyes. "I. Want. This. That's not going to change, so stop thinking it will. I've wanted you from the start and our past, present or future isn't going to change that fact either. This right here," She tightened her legs around him and arched her hips into his. He let out a strangled sound and clenched his fists around the comforter. "This is everything I want, and so much more. And I know it's what you want, too."

Watching his hard expression melt, he slowly dragged his bottom lip in between his teeth. "Alright. I believe you. I've done everything I can to change your mind and my own, too. I surrender."

And with that, before Emaia had a chance to reply, he pressed his lips against hers once more, simultaneously ripping up her nightgown.

Letting out a surprised squeal, she watched as he pulled the material out from under her body and discarded it on the floor. Naked and lying beneath him in his arms, Emaia had never felt so exposed, yet so perfectly blanketed.

After a moment of simply pressing small kisses to the corner of her mouth, Aide finally drew back. He stepped off the bed and slowly licked his lips, letting his eyes glance over her naked body, lying sprawled out on the bed. Immediately his eyes flashed with something yellow, and he blinked. When he opened his eyes again, it was the dragon looking at her.

Emaia nervously bit her lip. "Aide?"

"Fuck," He whispered under his breath, curling his lip back to reveal his sharp canines had elongated. "You really don't know what you are doing to me, firefly."

Her eyes dropped to the bulging member in his breeches, which strained against the thin fabric. She swore she could see it throbbing, begging to get released from its cage.

'That's the sword. The sword goes into the scabbard. Sometimes the sword has trouble fitting, if it's a new- or unused scabbard. Sometimes it's not the scabbard that's the problem, sometimes it's the swords that's too big,' She could remember Kai's humorous voice tell her. 'But don't worry. Even if the sword is the size and length or your arm, it can fit. All you need is patience.'

She remembered Aide repeating the word 'patience' over and over again. From what she could tell from the size of the bulge, he was indeed the size of her arm, if not bigger. And maybe that's why he had kept saying 'patience.'

"Emaia."

She quickly looked up and blushed into a deep red when she realized she had been staring at his thing for an absurd amount of time. But to be fair, he was staring back. "W-what?"

"You look scared," He said, raising a brow. "What are you thinking about?"

Gulping down, she nervously cleared her throat. "Just... something Kai said about... uhm, swords and, uh... scabbards."

Blowing out a mix between a scoff and a snort, Aide rolled his eyes. "He spoke in metaphors? Why am I not surprised... What did he say exactly?"

Emaia felt heat creep up her neck as she remembered their conversation.

'Now, let's say you manage to hook the dragon on your little hook there,' Kai had smirked, flashing her a set of pearly whites. 'You'll probably be surprised to see that the word 'dragon' can apply to both his soul and his sword. 'Monster' also works.'

'You've seen his sword?' She had asked, completely horrified.

Kai had broken out into laughter and nearly choked on his own air. 'I've seen enough, let's just leave it at that. Back to the beast—I mean Hero—I mean the dragon...'

- Blinking back to reality, she nervously chewed her lip at Aide. "H-he just talked about your, uhm... size."

Gritting his teeth and working a muscle in his jaw, Aide ran a hand through his hair. "I swear to God, I'll kill him. He ruined your pure thoughts with images of my—God, I'll kill him."

Fighting a chuckle, Emaia sat up and ran her hand over the crumbled bedsheets. "Don't. He was just trying to help me, so I'd know how to satisfy you, too."

"But that's the thing," Aide replied, his voice dropping an octave. He leaned in over the bed and cupped her head, bringing his lips just above hers. "Tonight is all about you, firefly." Before she could argue, he pressed his lips against hers and kissed her thoroughly. She completely melted in his hands, until he slowly pulled away again. When he brought his hands to his black breeches, Emaia couldn't help but watch with anticipation. It was embarrassing and slightly awkward to admit, but this would be the first time she saw male genitalia. And it was sort of exciting, especially when he was straining against his pants in the most impossible of ways.

Slowly, he untied his breeches, watching her closely as he did. When he pulled them down, Emaia's jaw dropped – literally.

- Imagination was one thing, Kai explaining it was another, but actually seeing it was a completely different thing that didn't belong anywhere in this world.

His long member stood heavily in the air and throbbed with little movements. Veins stood up against his skin and his tip was glistening with his arousal. Her mouth went completely dry, when he cupped her face and forced her eyes to look up and meet his.

"Hey," He said, brushing a wild lock of her hair away from her forehead. "I promised I'd be gentle, remember? You don't have to be scared."

She wasn't scared, that was the funny thing. She was... aroused. Actually exploding with lust, just watching his member and knowing that she had done that to him.

'The sharper the sword is, the better. That's how you know what you're doing is working, and that it's ready to thrust into your scabbard.'

She pushed Kai's words out of her head and decided she wouldn't spend more time thinking about all the things he'd said. Right now all she wanted to think about was her and Aide – together.

"Kiss me," She whispered.

Aide didn't hesitate and leaned down to press his lips against hers. She met him halfway and let out a soft moan when he gently pushed her down on the bed again. He crawled on top of her and positioned himself between her legs. Feeling his length press against her burning heat made them both moan. Aide pulled back slightly, and fisted the bed. "I can't control myself much longer, Emaia."

"Do it," She whispered, looking up into his eyes. "I don't want to wait anymore."

Looking back into his eyes, he slowly leaned down and pressed a long lingering kiss to her lips. Then, he pulled apart again and reached down between them. Bringing himself to her entrance, Emaia curled her legs up. When she felt his blunt tip touch her centre, she sucked in a breath. This was it.

"Look at me," Aide looked her into the eyes and she looked back. She grabbed on to his shoulders and held her breath. "This will probably hurt, I'm sorry."

And with that, he pushed inside her.

Emaia cried out and snapped her eyes shut, as her core stretched to accommodate him. A sting of pain ripped through her and she dug her nails into his skin, deep enough to draw blood. But she couldn't stop. "Oh God!"

"I'm sorry," He whispered again. She opened her eyes quick enough to see pain flicker across his face. He then leaned down and started kissing her neck, while carefully pushing a little deeper inside her.

Emaia cried again, when she felt herself get stretched even further, to the point where it felt like she was getting split into two. Biting the pain down in her throat, she refused to show how much it hurt. She knew it would, but not for long. She just had to ride it through.

Slowly, he finally pushed all the way inside her, filling her up completely. She had been so focused on her own struggle, she never realized his. Aide let out a strained breath as he stilled himself inside her, letting her get used to him. But his hands were fisting the sheets so tightly, she was pretty sure his fingers had dug through the mattress. His breath came out ragged, and his forehead was glistening with sweat. He was using every ounce of himself to keep himself in check.

Emaia bit her lip and carefully arched her hips a little, to hopefully ease some of the pain. To her surprise it worked, and with new courage, she sucked in a breath and looked up at Aide. "It's okay, I'm good."

He met her eyes, and she saw they had changed back to his reptilian eyes again. "God, Emaia. You're so incredibly tight. I can feel you everywhere."

She felt the same way. He filled her up completely and more too, and besides the now only uncomfortable ache, he felt absolutely amazing. She could feel him throbbing within her, his hardness, yet soft skin, stroke her inner walls as he gently started moving.

He pulled back out, and drew a shudder from her, only to push back inside and make her cry out. His tip hit bottom inside her, and the sweet stroke of his length made her toes curl. Arching her back and letting out a garbled sound, she clung onto him for dear life. "More..."

He picked up the pace, just a little, and found a steady rhythm. Slowly, Emaia felt the pain dissolve and pure pleasure took over. Mewling, she started to meet his thrust with her hips, making a breathless sound each time he plunged into her. "Oh God yes, Aide!"

"Mahlah," Aide whispered. His mouth found hers, and he thrust his tongue past her lips and invaded her mouth. His hips aligned with the movements of his tongue, and created a symphony of erotic sounds; The squelching of her heat swallowing his member, the moans that left both of their bodies, and the suckling sound of their mouths devouring each other. Aide let go of the mattress, and instead cupped her heavy breast and softly kneaded it in his palm. He pinched her nipple and rolled it between his fingers, making her arch her back into him and moan.

"Aide," She cried when his hips started to move faster. He reached down and grabbed her thigh and balled it up, pushing even deeper inside her with the new position. Each time he took her to the hilt, she felt the pressure in her abdomen intensify until it became almost painful. She was close, so very close...

"Don't go out on the battlefield tomorrow."

His words shocked her so much, she opened her eyes and looked at him. He was looking back at her, vulnerability bright as day inside his eyes. "Aide, I can't—"

He pushed deep inside her, drawing a cry from her. "Please, Emaia don't make me beg. Don't go out there."

"Aide..."

He thrust inside her again, not letting her finish. Perhaps because he knew what she would say. Her body started shaking from what he was doing, making those long, hard, deep thrusts inside her.

"Please, Mahlah," He whispered. He brought his lips down to her breasts and showered them with kisses. "I'm begging you now. Please."

Perhaps it was what he was doing or the way he said it, or a combination of the two, but finally, Emaia couldn't take it anymore. If not going out on the battlefield tomorrow would bring him peace, she wouldn't do it. Even if it pained her.

"Okay," She whispered back, meeting his eyes. His burning orbs penetrated her and dug into her heart. "I won't go out on the battlefield tomorrow."

"Promise me?"

"I promise you."

He leaned down and pressed a long, deep kiss on her mouth before drawing back. "Thank you."

"You're welco—oooooh my God!"

Aide thrust deep inside her, picking up the pace again. Each slide of his member and each deep impact inside her, made her stomach tighten in the same excruciating knot, until...

"Aide!" She cried, digging her nails into his shoulders. "It's happening again..."

"Let me feel you come around me," He whispered, his voice vibrating against her chest. His lips were everywhere, on her clavicle bone, her shoulder, her neck, her breasts. It felt like he was leaving scorching marks everywhere, each time he kissed her, licked her with his tongue.

"God, Aide!"

He circled his hips inside her, drawing a shudder from her. "Come, Mahlah."

Emaia screamed, as her orgasm washed over her and completely consumed her. Pleasure so intense, and so blinding, she never knew was possible. Spasming around his hardness, she clawed her nails down his back, crying in pleasure. Behind her closed eyelids she saw fireworks and shooting stars, and galaxies that astrologists hadn't discovered yet. Aide kept moving inside her, intensifying her pleasure to its ultimate limit.

She was gasping for her breath, when she finally hailed down to earth again, feeling more spent than ever. She found Aide looking at her with that same intense look in his eyes, only this time, the yellow reptilian dragon was the one that watched her. She saw his canines glint from the corners of his mouth.

"So beautiful," He uttered, leaning in and pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips. He was still gently moving inside her, his pace much slower than before. "For what it's worth, I'm honored I got to be the one to bring you your pleasure."

Staring up at him, she couldn't help but frown a little. He was still seeing this as providing a service to her. It wasn't; she wasn't charity work, and he wasn't a prostitute. She loved him, and he loved her, and she was going to prove that to him.

Catching him by surprise, she wrapped her legs around him and rolled them both over, so she was on top. He looked up surprised, blinking at her stunned. "Emaia—"

"No, it's my turn now," She said, placing a hand over his mouth, shutting him up. When he closed his mouth and kissed it, she planted both her hands on his chest, over his whimsical white tattoos. "I want you to feel the same way I do, to feel the same pleasure you're bringing me. Let me do this."

When she started slowly moving her hips, Aide groaned and grasped her waist. "God, firefly, I'm at your mercy. Ride me. Torture me. Do whatever you want to me - I'm yours."

Running her hands down his rippled torso, she slowly started riding him. This new position made it feel like he was so deep inside her, he was practically touching her womb. She rhythmically rode his shaft, loving each time she came down on him and dragged a groan from his lips. She could feel him inside her, throbbing and jerking with need.

"Shit, Mahlah," Aide hissed and toughened his grip on her hips, and began thrusting upwards each time she came down on him. Emaia cried out and leaned her head back, getting lost in the pleasure. "Take me, God, enslave me. I'm so fucking yours."

"Aide..." She felt like she couldn't breathe. Every time she sucked in air, he blew it right out of her again with his upwards thrusts.

"If only you could see what I'm seeing right now," He said, his voice sounding strained. "God, nothing in this world comes close to you, Emaia. You... feel... so... good... around... me."

He emphasized each word with a thrust and it made her nearly come apart again. Her head was getting heavy and her breasts jumped each time she bounced on him, but she couldn't stop for the life of her. She could feel herself getting close, but she needed to last. She wanted him to get there, too.

"Fuck," Aide hissed out, digging his head back into the pillows. "You need to stop now, or else I won't be able to pull out in time."

"Why would you do that?" She breathed. "I want you to finish."

"No, Mahlah—shit, stop moving, Emaia," He clenched his teeth and tried to still her with his hands. "If I release while I'm inside you—"

"I don't care," Emaia said, looking into his eyes. "I told you, I want all of you. No matter the consequences. Let me feel you come inside me."

"God!" His face contorted into something completely breathtaking and with a strained grunt, he came. She felt him release inside of her, filling her up, while letting out small, strained grunts. He kept jerking inside her, emptying everything he had into her burning core. His hands were locked tightly on her hips, and his fingers were digging into her rear with bruising strength.

Seeing him come apart like that, Emaia felt herself get pushed over the edge too, and with a scream, felt herself explode on top of him. This was only her third orgasm, but she knew she would never seize to be surprised at just how powerful it felt to come apart like that. She crashed onto his chest as her orgasm fired into her like a cannonball and left her feeling sated and completely spent. Breathing heavily, she felt Aide wrap his arms around her, stroking her hair.

"I'm sorry," He whispered. "God, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I couldn't stop myself, I'm so, so sorry."

"Aide, I told you, I didn't care," Emaia murmured, sighing in bliss. "It felt amazing."

"Amazing doesn't even cut it, Emaia." He stroked her down her back and released a long, exhausted breath. "But what I did is something I shouldn't have. If there's even the slightest chance that I got you preg—"

"Hey, it was my first time," She argued and leaned her chin on his chest to look up at him. "What are the chances that I get pregnant my first time? I have a cousin who's been trying to have child with her husband for years, and still no luck."

"It's different for everyone, Emaia," Aide softly murmured. "Some are more fertile than others."

"Perhaps, but who says I am?" She muttered, resting her head back on his chest. She started tracing the outlines of one of his tattoos with her finger. "But if I were to have a baby with anyone, I wouldn't have it with anyone else but you."

She felt a dull ache in between her legs, as she felt him swell inside her again. "I think you need to move now, otherwise I'm probably going to hurt you," He whispered, kissing the top of her head.

He already kinda was, she was sore and his impressive new erection was stretching her sprained muscles. "Probably a good idea."

She climbed off him with a shaky body and laid down on the spot next to him. She felt oddly empty between her legs now - cold - without him deep, deep inside her. The ache stung whenever she moved, but it didn't hurt. It was a good ache. Like when she had trained with her daggers and her arms felt sore. She loved feeling what he had done – what they had done together – and knew she would be feeling it in the morning as well.

She slowly curled up to Aide, who wrapped his arm around her and leaned his head against hers. Her body felt exhausted and heavy, and she knew she would conk out at any moment. But she had just one question left in her mind before she did.

"Aide?"

"Mhm?"

"You called me Mahlah. Doesn't that mean 'My Love' in Elven?"

A long moment passed and finally Aide sighed. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, before closing his eyes. "Goodnight, Emaia."

And in a way, that confirmed it. By not admitting it, she knew she remembered correctly. "Goodnight, Aide."

With the flick of his hand, the final burning candles magically blew out and left the tiny hut in blinding darkness.