Part I – images of time

6 years old…

As she sits in her chair at her little table, a porcelain tea set setout,
she giggles softly and laughs out a name – Khameir. However, she is alone in
her room – there is no one there for her to talk to, yet she goes on talking
to her friend, as if the other child were there with her.

She sets a little teacup before an empty seat opposite to her, pouring
invisible liquid into the tiny white and gold cup. Then she waits for the
cup to rise and be tasted. It does not move but to her, it does and she
smiles sweetly at the face of the child who tastes the contents of the cup.
She pours more into the cup as she finds it empty and waits for the drink to
be tasted again.

She sits in her little chair, a pretty pink dress on, her long curly
platinum blond locks pulled up in two pig tails on the sides of her head in
pretty pink ribbons, black polished shoes upon her dainty feet. She giggles
with innocent pleasure, laughing out the name again – Khameir.

Her smile could warm the coldest of hearts and her glittering eyes
shinning brightly in the brilliant sunlight streaming into her bedroom from
the large window above her bed, could light the darkest room with just
reflecting the sunlight.

She lets out a soft sigh…looking upon the invisible child that sits across
from her, the child only she sees and hears – though she tells everyone that
he is very real, all they have to do is listen and see. But the adults do
not understand. They never will.

She rises from her little seat and holds her hand out as if to be kissed
and she lets out a soft giggle and her cheeks grow a flattering crimson as a
smile plays upon her sweet, porcelain - like face.

"Good bye Khameir. I'll miss you!" the little girl speaks, her invisible
friend apparently departing. And she turns toward the door of her bedroom,
as if she were watching her friend leave her room. She lets out another sigh
as she turns and begins to clear the table as her mother had taught her only
days ago, placing each piece of the set in their right placed in the wooden
box that the set had come in.

Five years later –

11 years old…

She sits at the lunch table at her school, alone as always – the outcast
and the butt of all jokes. She lets out a soft sigh, knowing he is there
with her…he always is. He listens to all the jokes, names and attacks upon
her and they all infuriate him. But though he wishes so much to avenge her,
he cannot. Thus, he just sits there beside her, holding to her like the good
friend he has always been. He gently wipes the tears from her reddened eyes
and lays his head upon her shoulder, though the skin upon his head burns
with intense pain – he too is maturing, just as she. The exit from childhood
into adulthood.

She lets out a soft sigh…she always does as she enjoys the comfort he
gives her. But she too can feel something else about him…something
different, dark and evil. But she cares not – as long as he is there with
her for her.

All day long she has been tortured by words that fill her with terrible
pain, anger and hurt, but she just keeps on going…Khameir at her side,
always there for her. And what is even worse is that her fellow classmates
tease her about the voice she hears and has heard all her life…saying that
she is crazy and needs to be in the loony bin…tossed into a straight jacket
and into a cage and locked away and forgotten. They tease her because the
doctors and her parents and her teachers make her take pills that are
suppose to silence the voice she hears. But the medications do not
work…their connection far beyond the control of medications and the
understanding of medical science. They, Z'faruh and Khameir will never be
separated.

Finally the bell sounds, time to head to the next class. She slowly stands
to her feet from the table and lets out a long deep and very frustrated
sigh. He is at her side, his hand upon her back, showing her that he is
there.

"* Oh, Khameir, I don't know if I can take it any more. *" She thinks to
him, he able to hear her thoughts and speak to her in hers. A trick he had
taught her so that she can speak to him without the use of her voice. He
speaks to her, giving her the courage she needs to get through another day
like this day. She nods her head slightly, so that only he can see and with
another sigh, she picks up her books and things and makes her way out of the
cafeteria to her next class.

But the harassment continues and she goes on - even when she rides on the
bus to return home. She can feel the rage and anger rise up in her…it comes
from him, Khameir. He has the ability to send his emotions from him into her
and thus too, gives her strength to continue on as she has everyday the last
passed year. She returns home and in the safety of her home, she goes into
her room and lies upon her bed and cries herself to sleep as Khameir sits
beside her, brushing the strands of loose hair from her face and run his
hands over her back to comfort her. She falls to sleep his arms gently
about her, holding her.

6 years later

17 years old…

Summer at last…high school is out for the summer and time to relax and
finally have fun after a year of schoolwork and headaches. But despite the
summer being the time of fun and relaxation, she is filled with the sense of
foreboding…Khameir has suddenly vanished a short few months ago and she has
not heard from him sense. She cannot feel his presence any longer and it
fills her with terrible depression that no one or anything can break her out
of. Though her parents and doctors are most pleased to learn that the voice
she had heard all of her life was no longer heard, they became very
concerned by the impact that the loss of the voice and presence of the
friend she has know all her life is now gone. It has left her hollow and
distant and nonsocial far more than she ever had before. She pulls into
herself and sits alone, eyes looking as though looking off into
nowhere…seeing nothing before her – not even the hand of one of her doctors
that came to see her, wave before her. She blinks but that is the only
recognition she gives.

She hardly eats a thing, hardly does a thing, but sits and looks out the
window of her bedroom or off into nowhere. Her skin is pale and her eyes
glassed over. She does her personal things on her own, something that her
parents are most greatfull about, but they wish to have her return to her
original self. Her state leaves them in turmoil and unable to help her in
her terrible state.

Night.

And she sleeps quietly in the windowsill seat, falling asleep there as she
had been watching the starry clear night sky. A pillow supports her head
from the cold sting of the window. But instantly, she gasps aloud as she
suddenly wakes to the touch of warm leather against the exposed skin of her
left cheek.

She looks about the room with wide eyes and then her eyes fall upon the
dark figure standing in the far corner of her room. And instantly she is
upon her feet, racing toward the black clad figure standing in the shadows
of her room, arms open wide as she nears the figure.

"Khameir!" She cries as she wraps her arms about his now muscular waist,
his arms enveloping her to him with slight hesitation. Tears pour from her
eyes with out end, her head lying against his chest, holding tightly to
him…never ever wanting to let him go.

He holds her closer to him than ever before, but he remains silent -
something that surprises her. She senses – knows something is very different
about him…he seems darker, a strange dark energy surrounding him and it too
surrounds her, like a warm blanket and is surprisingly seems to soother her
chaotic nerves and mind.

6 years later

17 years old…continued

His heart thunders in her ears and his breathing is slightly worked –
excited. He lets a soft, low and deep growl like groan from deep in his
throat and he runs his fingers through her now long silken hair. He has
missed the touch of her hair, the smell of her body, the feel of hers
against his.

"Oh how I have missed you Khameir! You disappeared so suddenly…I would
have died if you would not have returned now!!" She exclaims as she begins
to sob against his now broader and muscular chest, her tears slowly soaking
the front of his black clothing. The color is something new to her, but she
had always wondered what black would look like on him. It seems to suite him
quite well.

He gently cradles her head against him now in his right hand, the sense of
coming departure in the air. He wishes so much not to ever let go of her,
but he must. It fills him with frustration – he has missed her terribly as
well. And with longing – something that he has finally realized was there
for her. But such emotions must be denied and purged if he is to continue
down the path of life he has chosen…and he must deny her, though it will
most likely kill both of them to separate once again.

He lets a deep sigh and holds her ever closer, but not enough to crush her
against him. He looks down upon her, the crown of her head and sees the
moonlight reflecting amazingly beautifully off her silken still platinum
hair. It still surprises him. Her hair should have turned golden blond years
ago, but for some reason, some how, it has remained the same color, as it
was when they first encountered one another, as they were children.

He is so warm against her through his clothing, warming her cold body with
his. She shivers suddenly in his arms and giggles at how silly she must be
to him. But she cares not. She has waited to hold him in her arms for so
long…too long. And now, he is finally there after so long being gone and she
is utilizing the moment to fulfill he need to hold to him as she does. She
lets a sigh slip from her lips.

Finally he pulls her from him and they finally look into one another's eyes,
as she stands before him. She looks up into his fiery golden yellow and red
eyes as he looks down into her strangely glowing and brilliant violet ones.
She lets out a soft sigh and raises her hand to touch his cheek, but
suddenly his hand grasps hold of her wrist, not allowing her to touch him.

She looks to him with hurt eyes. She does not understand. He has
certainly changed, but just how much of her beloved friend still remains. He
releases her wrist gently and taking her hand into his, he places her hand
against the side of his face, closing his eyes as he burns the way her touch
feels into his mind and body – he will never forget. Then he places her hand
upon his chest where his heart thunders wildly, and he looks down to her
again.

Their looks tell one another many things…but most of all that they will
never forget one another and they will miss eachother more than they ever
thought possible. He lets her hold her hand upon his heart for a time and
then he finally takes a step back ward, her hand slipping form his chest and
he vanishes in the darkness of the shadows before her eyes.

7 years later -

24 years old…

She sits in her seat at her desk, typing up emails to send to clients and
business partners.

"Such a tedious task." She thinks as she finishes the second of four
different outlines, listening to her personal CD player, to Enigma. She
always found it best to work while listening to music – especially to
Enigma. She lets out a sigh as the song Why begins to play and memories of
her special friend and her first love enters her mind.

He has been gone for many years now – since that one night long ago when
she woke and found him in her room, dressed in all black and the day she
noticed that he had changed. But yet, he had not. She remembers the beating
of his heart beneath her hand and the way he looked at her that one last
time. And the way he held her and how he felt against her body.

Another sigh escapes her lips…a long and deep one, one of longing and
sadness. She turns the page on the outline she types from and continues on.
She keeps typing though her thoughts are not on her work, but on Khameir and
how much she misses him – his eyes, his smile, his laugh, they way his eyes
would glitter and glow in the dark, the sleek and graceful way he would move
about her like a black panther, the shape of his hands, the way his lips
would move as he speaks…

She is snapped out of her reverie as she suddenly hears the phone ring on
the desk beside her. She quickly saves what she has done and answers the
phone in a practiced faux cheerful and patient demeanor. And when the call
was done, she returns the receiver to hits place and stands from her seat to
stretch her tired stiff muscles and joints. Slowly, she begins to move about
her office overlooking the club below, flashing and strobbing lights of
brilliant and bright colors and thrumming bassie music, and masses of people
dancing to the intense heart like beat.

She has accomplished a lot in the seven years last she saw Khameir.
Graduated High school. Went to college. Created this club here – the most
popular club in the entire city. She even almost married once…but it never
seemed right and it did not work out at all. And all the while…she never
forgot him – Khameir Sarin. He was always there…in her heart and in her mind
– like a dark phantom. He was part of the reason why her relationships did
not work out – though she never told any of her boyfriends of Khameir, in
fear of what they may think, do or say. And, he was also part of the reason
why she had never slept with any man before.

She makes her way out and down to the dance floor, greeting guests in her
usual manner and makes her way to the huge fully stocked bar. Then, she asks
one of the ladies making the drinks to make her her favorite mixed drink –
Kahbrini Zefram, a drink Khameir had taught her to make and she then taught
her bar tenders to make as well. A little something else to remember him
with.

With her drink in hand, she makes her way out to the balcony over looking
the nearby river. She stands there all alone, just her, the starry night
sky, the full moon, her drink and her thoughts. The air is cool and crisp
tonight, and there is a strange feeling of anticipation filling the air –
something is going to happen…but what?

The stars of the night sky reflect almost entrancing on the surface of the
river's surface, the lights dancing about as the water runs its course. She
lets out a soft sigh, remember a time when Khameir and she were standing
along the edge of the very same river, watching the fireworks of the Fourth
of July celebration just across the river from them.

She can hear them again – the loud body thrumming blast of the works'
explosions only feet above them it seemed. She can hear Khameirs' gasps of
amazement at such a sight and the chuckle he lets slip and she gasps with
fright with each overly loud bang. She would grab hold to his arm, holding
tightly as she clenched her teeth awaiting the next big boom to slam down on
them.

That all seems like a lifetime ago…another life. She takes another slow
deep sip of her drink and lets its heat permeate all throughout her mouth.
Then she finally swallows it all in one gulp, burning all the way down in a
delicious fire. She lets out a sigh…she misses him terribly. The full moon
does not comfort her as it use to.

Her heart aching as the memories continue to assault her, she tosses down
the last of her drink in one swift swallow. Her glass now empty, the
contents that was once in it now warms her stomach and sends her mind into a
different state of thought. She turns about, and with one last glance at the
scene of night behind her, she returns to her office and lies down upon the
futon like couch in the adjoining room off the office. And as soon as her
head hits the pillow, she is fast to sleep, memories turning into dreams and
they haunt her without mercy.

Present –

The day has been long, the wedding she had attended was not helping her
state of mind. But she was happy that her friend has finally found her life
companion and she married the right man for a change. The trip home had been
long too: six hours of driving there and back - nonstop. As soon as she
stepped foot into her home, she went straight to her room, peeled out of her
clothes – leaving all her things in the car for the time being, and laid
herself upon her bed. But she lies there for hours, unable to sleep for
some reason, the sense of anticipation thick in the air, and the sense of
urgency. She feels as though something of immense importance it to take
place…but when and where she knows not.

She lies in her bed for hours, the feeling of anticipation and uncertainty
playing havoc on her mind and emotions. And with a sigh, she rolls up out of
the bed and makes her way downstairs to the living room and the kitchen to
make herself a cup of hot chocolate. As she stands there, waiting for the
water to heat in the microwave, she suddenly gasps as a strange shudder
rakes her entire body and then the very familiar feeling of a presence…but
it is distant and not close enough to tell just where it is.

She shakes off the feeling as a mental trick and mixes the chocolate mix
into the now hot water in a coffee mug. She raises the cup to her lips and
takes a careful drink and closing her eyes, she enjoys the taste of one of
her most favorite beverages. She lets out a deep sigh and turns and makes
her way to the living room, then into the study adjoining it. Picking up the
book she has been reading for a few weeks now, she snuggles up with a soft
cashmere throw and seats herself in the windowsill seat overlooking the lake
beyond.

She reads atleast four long chapters and finally yawning, she closes her
book and turns her eyes to the scene beyond the large window. At the starry
night sky, the bright full moon that she had used its light to read from,
and the lake glowing with the light of the full moon. And, it reminds it
all of Khameir all over again.

It first starts with a shudder and a gasp of despair, then her chin begins
to tremble and her throat begins to burn and a whimper and then she breaks
into all out sobs and suddenly she cries out loud, calling out his name.

"Khameir!" She cries, her voice filled with utter despair and longing. She
aches to feel his touch, to hear his voice, to feel his arms about her
again, and to look deep into hid fiery eyes and finally tell him all her
feelings, how much she missed him…and last, that she loved him.

It did not hit her until just a few days ago, after seven years of his
total absence, she realizes that she had fallen in love with the best
friend…the only friend she ever had. All the dreams, the memories, all the
feelings she did not understand…now she knows – but she can do nothing about
it.

She buries her face in the pillow in her arms, screaming into it to muffle
her cries for the only man she has ever loved. Each cry rakes her body in
almost painful spasms and her chest begins to burn from lack of oxygen. She
shudders with each scream; forcing her pain and everything else she feels
into her screams and forces them out of her.

She cries for hours…then cries herself to sleep, holding the pillow in her
arms as she looks out the window beside her, at the full moon as it travels
across the night sky.

She hears his voice in her mind and in her ears, but she thinks it just
another trick of her mind, it knowing just how much she aches to see, hear
and touch him again. She hears his voice speak her name again from the
darkness of her closed eyes and suddenly gasps with fright and she feels
what could be fingertips run along the exposed skin of her left arm,
instantly sending goosebumps to rise on her skin.

Her eyes open, but she sees nothing, her eyes unfocused in the darkness of
the room. She searches the room as her eyes gradually focus and suddenly she
cries out in terror as she find a dark figure standing not far from her,
leaning against the edge of her desk, a hood of some kind on his head, and
his arms crossed over his chest.

Cautiously, she sits up in her seat, her breath caught in her throat, her
heart and mind racing. Pulling the throw tightly about her, she looks wide -
eyed upon the man who is only feet away from her. She does not know what to
do but just sit there and look upon the dark man in terror.

Then she hears him begin to chuckle, a sound that sends a wave of pain and
longing and fire racing throughout her body…"Khameir!" She exclaims as she
leaps to her feet and races over to him, wrapping her arms about him. But he
does not in return…until he feels the crush of her breasts against his
chest, the scent of her and her hair fills his nostrils and his lungs as he
inhales deeply of her scent. He wraps his strong arms tightly about her,
holding her to him, as he had wanted to do for so long. He rests his chin
upon the top of her head, just relishing in the way she feels in his arms.
Oh it has been so long…too long.

And she has matured most beautifully.

She is as he had envisioned her, tall, slender, athletic, and a vision to
be beheld. His arms hold to her, her body molds most perfectly against his –
as if they were made for one another. And as he holds her in his arms, she
begins to cry with utter joy.

~ part 4 ~

"Oh how I have missed you so Khameir!" She murmurs as she finally takes a
deep breath to calm her nerves and to gain the courage to look into is eyes.
His scent fills her nostrils and lungs. He smells so good, but it is
different in some way.

There are so many things different about him and she feels concern
beginning to enter her mind and thoughts. She can feel, sense and smell all
the different little things that were different about him. But most of all,
she is surrounded by an intense darkness…and it comes from Khameir.

He remains silent, holding to her in a grip stronger, but ever more gently
than she has ever felt before. She can feel the new hard and shapely muscles
beneath his clothing, something that she finds very attractive and
wonderfully different of him. She grasps hold of the back of his clothing,
finding it soft and warm and thick in her hands. Then, releases her grasp
and gently begins to run her hands up his well formed back, feeling his
muscles flex and twitch under her hands through the noticeable layers of
fabric.

She lets out a soft sigh of contentment that just his very presence gives
her, and finally she raises her head from his chest and cautiously raises
her eyes to him. In the darkness, she can only see the slightest of
reflections of light from his eyes, the shadows of his hood hiding him from
her sight. She knows he looks down upon her, she can feel the fire of his
eyes burning her skin and she can feel then bore deep into her through the
brown windows to her soul.

She locks her eyes to his hidden ones and lets out a soft gasp as she
feels his mind enter hers unlike she has ever felt him do before. She feels
him enter a certain place in her head; a place that she has kept guarded
since the day he had left her long ago. And there she lets him see
everything, feel everything, know everything that she has keep locked and
hidden there for so long.

He sees the dreams that she had all those years, her mind not allowing
them to be lost and forgotten. He sees the memories of her life without him
and the trials and tribulations that she had to endure. He feels her
emotions…one that she never knew were there until just recently…ones that
have brought them ever closer in their special and most unique relationship
– she loves him with all that she is and has for all the many years that
they have known one another.

Such a revelation fills him with longing, but it is something that cannot
be fulfilled. He has changed far beyond her realization and understanding
and such feelings that she has for him her cannot give in return to her.
Yes, he has missed her with all that he is and his body, mind, heart and
soul would ache terribly for her. But, such feelings were purged from him
during his intense and extremely dangerous training. Or so he had thought.
For as he lets his mind traces through hers like silken fingers, those
emotions begin to return and return in a force almost overwhelming to him.

He lets an almost inaudible groan like growl rumble deep in his throat,
fighting to take a choking grasp of his feelings for her – the woman who has
been his friend, confidant, companion and best friend since they were both
children. And now, she is a most beautiful adult woman – a most desirable
woman, and she is his already as he is hers.

Gently he takes hold of her hands behind him and slips her arms from about
him and pushing her back from him, he holds her hands before them, his
thumbs in the palms of her hands, a tight but not painful grip of her hands.
She is filled with the sense of confusion. She does not understand why he is
dying her now. He feels and sees her eyes look upon him…almost hurt, but he
too, senses that she knows that he has changed. He raises her hands to his
lips and one by one kisses her fingertips and the knuckles upon the back of
her hand. Then lowers her hands again between them.

"It has been a long time since you last looked upon me my dearest friend,
many things have changed. And I am not the man you once knew anymore."
Khameir finally speaks, breaking his silence as he, with the use of his
special gift; he switches on the light of the room. "Look and see…I am not
what I once was any longer."

The instant the light hits his face, she gasps aloud with disbelief and
fear, for she finds that her senses had spoke true…he is not who he was any
more. His entire face and neck, from what she can see is utterly and totally
covered with red and black almost tribal like jagged designs tattooed upon
him. Black surrounds his eyes and black covers his cheeks just below the
cheek bones down his neck, from just before the small horns upon the sides
of his head down to just about the corners of his lips to another black
curved triangle like design just above his upper lip. The end of his nose
too bares a black animal nose like tattooing and upon the length of his nose
is a line running up and over his forehead, three diamonds and a short
horizontal line just between his blazing golden yellow and red eyes. Even
upon his bottom lip to his chin is a pair of fang like designs and a forked
– like tongue. And from the inner corner of his black eyes designs, jagged
black tattooing runs up his forehead, back and up to his pair of outer horns
high upon his forehead. But the shadows of his hood hide the rest.

He looks like a creature from a nightmare or horror movie…or even a
Halloween Jack O' Lantern – which surprisingly brings a giggle to her lips
and her frightened composure fades to awe and interest. Again, she surprises
him, despite he being able to read her thoughts, she has learned to be a
very quick thinker…not giving him enough time to even hear her thoughts. She
last surprised him the night he last came to her; she had left him a small
gift in the hidden inner pocket of the robe he had been wearing then: her
golden cross that had once belonged to her mother before she died.

A gentle smile crosses her face and she brings his hands to her lips now,
kissing his knuckles and fingers through the black leather of his glove. He
closes his eyes, finding her intimate touch most arousing, and a soft groan
escapes his throat. He can feel the heat of her breath and lips through the
leather of his glove and it is like fire to him. But he wishes to feel those
lips upon his bare skin…to feel them burn him like he has never before felt
and has always ached to feel from her.

In a blur of movement, he slips his hands from hers and has his hands upon
her sides, pulling her body up against his hard and before she could
protest, his lips seal over hers in a passion filled full kiss. She does not
resist but push her body ever closer to his, not wanting any space between
them deepening their kiss, their hot slick tongues entering one another's
mouths and dance as they taste of eachother's mouth.

Her kiss is like fire and ice at the same time – burning him and freezing
him at the same instant.

They have waited for this moment for so long….

~ Part V ~

…and now the moment has finally come.

He molds her body against his, finding her frame fits so perfectly against
his…as if her body was made to be so. His mouth and tongue attacks hers
with a hunger long unsasiated and hers return with the same intense hunger.
She moans unknowingly into his mouth and he takes her escaped breath into
his lungs…breathing her breath as he lets her breathe his. They are filled
with a passion that is like a wild fire, ever hungry, all consuming and now,
finally unleashed.

He runs his right hand up her back, crushing her breasts against his
chest, up between her shoulder blades, up the back of her neck, the back of
her head to cradle her head in his hand momentarily then pulled his fingers
away through the length of her hair. He has always enjoyed her hair…silken
soft, shimmering in the light as it moves, and of the most unusual color her
kind have – platinum silvery white.

He places his hand upon her shoulder, then runs his other up her back to
her right shoulder and abruptly, he pulls back from her, closing his eyes
and lowering his head back as he takes a much needed gasp of air, yet his
hood remains upon his head. She lets a soft whimper, but instead of his lips
she lowers her lips to the exposed skin of his black neck, giving butterfly
kisses and lets her tongue slip between her lips and lick the delicate skin
of his neck. And at her hot wet kiss of her tongue, a soft groan escapes
Khameirs slightly parted lips.

She moves closer to him, placing her hands upon his chest, slipping her
fingers under the open outer tunic he wears, feeling the heat of his hotter
alien body and the hard muscles of his chest flex and twitch under her
hands. He lets slip anther groan, enjoying her touch with great pleasure –
he has waited so long…and as has she.

He slips his arms about her, but loosely enough for her to move within
them as she continues to kiss the skin of his neck. She moves her kisses up
the right side of his throat, following the artery she feels beating against
her lips, up to his ear then back down to the collar of his inner tunic. And
then with her tongue, in one long and slow lick, she runs her tongue up the
side of his neck, making a loud groan to escape Khameirs' lips. Her hands
move hungrily over his chest, her touch burning him even through the fabric
of his inner tunic. Her tongue moves to his ear and just flicking his
earlobe, her lips take hold of it and nipping gently as she suckled upon it,
then lets it slip from between her lips as she now moves her lips to the
other side of his neck.

She does the same with the left side of his neck, but with ever growing
hunger, her tongue tasting his silken black colored skin, tasting his
saltiness, his sweat, his natural male scent. He tastes and smells like
leather, sweat, salt, sweet sandalwood and his own natural scent, sending
her ever more hungry for him.

He then hears her moan ever so softly with pleasure and delight.

His kind, the males, when aroused, emit a scent that induces a female to
grow intensely more hungry for him, to ravenous proportions …and it is
having an effect on her even now. She could eat him alive like a red hour
glass spider would eat her mate.

"Little One..." Khameir breathes as he raises his head to look at her as
he pulls her gently from him. She looks up at him, her eyes glowing with a
passion he has not seen before and it makes her ever more beautiful to him.
Her lips are slightly red and swollen from their kisses and her kisses upon
him. She smiles sweetly and then he lowers his lips to hers again for a
moment then as he pulls his lips from hers, he suddenly lifts her from her
feet, eyes locked on to eachother's and carries her from the room into the
living room where he kisses her again. Then through the living room into her
bedroom, their kiss having not broken as he carried her.

He moves toward the large bed covered in black satin and red covers and
pillows, surprising him at the choice of colors. And gently setting her feet
down upon the floor again, he pulls from her just a step and looks upon her
– the woman that has been his best friend since childhood, he constant
companion and confidant…and now, she, his best friend is his love and lover.
He softly smiles as he sees her blush, the skin of her cheeks and of her
exposed chest and neck grow soft crimson in color, a gentle and nervous and
embarrassed smile playing on her lips.

He looks to the stereo across the way from the bed, and with just the
slightest movement of his right hand, the stereo turns on and music begins
to play…Enigma. IT sets the mood perfectly and he wishes her as comfortable
and at ease as she can possibly be.

He raises his left hand and gently takes hold of her chin, raising it so
that she faces totally to him. Again, her eyes meets his and the do not let
go as he releases her chin and ever so softly runs the back of his index and
middle finger run against the sensitive and delicate skin of her neck, down
to and over her right collar bone and slowly down the burning skin of her
chest. She almost closes her eyes as she is over run with sensations she has
never felt before, but she keeps her eyes locked to his, as he to hers. And
as his black gloved fingers runs down her chest, her skin twitches just ever
so slightly.

She lets out a deep sigh, enjoying his touch, though through the glove
upon his hand. Then as his fingers reach the place of her heart, he places
his hand there, feeling her heart thudding in her chest, feeling her life
through it, and her strength. With her right hand, she covers his upon her
chest and holds it there, their fingers splaying and intertwining and
folding to grasp hold of one another. Then holding her fingers between his,
his moves their hands from her chest and raised the back of her hand to his
lips, where he lets his lips graze the skin of the back of her hand, playing
the fine hairs there - making her fingers flex and contract between his.

He moves his lips over the back of her hand, ever so slowly, teasingly,
over her wrist and turning her hand over, he moves his lips to the inside of
her wrist finally kissing it the licking it with the softened tip of his hot
slick tongue, playing with the veins and tendons there. The he lowers his
lips completely against her inner wrist and begins to suckle ever so gently
upon the delicate and obviously sensitive skin, for he hears her let slip a
soft gasp once his lips pressed against her wrist and he began to gently
suckle.

Then he continues on, moving his grazing lips just barely against the skin
of the inside of her forearm, tracing a path up with the soft tip of his
tongue. And he reaches the very soft skin inside her elbow. She lets out a
cry as his lips begin to work their magic upon the very sensitive skin,
kissing, licking and nipping at the skin with his lips. Suddenly she sways
and takes hold of his shoulder as not to collapse sending a soft grin to
play on his face as he works upon her inner elbow.

Finally he moves his lips from her elbow, brining her some relief as he
moves his lips slowly up now the outside of her arm. Gently biting at her
shoulder with his teeth as he moves up, coming to her collarbone and he
follows it across the span of her chest until he comes to the hollow of her
throat. She moves her head backward, giving him more access to the skin of
her neck. Soft moans now come from her as he moves his kissing lips up the
right side of her neck, stopping just at the artery to feel the pulse just
under the skin, kissing there and then continues on up her neck to her ear
where he flicks her ear lobe with the tip of his long tongue. She instantly
shudders with a gasp, having to wrap her arm about him now to keep standing
as he holds still to her other hand.

"Khameir…" She breathes as she finally closes her eyes and taking a deep
breath she lets another moan.

~ Part 6 ~

Bringing her held hand to his shoulder, he lets go and brings both hands to
take hold of her waist, slipping his fingertips just underneath the bottom
of her black tank top, his gloved hands touching skin he has not seen nor
touched before and has ached to touch for so long that he cannot remember.
She instantly jolts at his touch with a loud gasp, forcing her body against
his, removing the distance between them again.

Khameir slips his hands about her back, his arms about her and holding her
against him as he moves his lips along the line of her jaw to her lips, he
slips his gloves one by one from his hands and tosses them away to the floor
not too far away. And with his hand now bare, he touches the hem of her
shirt, just playing with it's edge and then, he slips his fingers under the
fabric, his fingertips finally touching her skin, burning him instantly at
the touch. She gasps again, her body jolting against his as she feels his
now bare fingertips touch the skin of her sides, her eyes popping open with
surprise, her mouth covered by his now, he inhaling her gasp into him.

Khameir runs his fingertips slowly, teasingly up and down her spine,
making her shudder against him, in his arms, with pleasure, her heart racing
faster than she has ever felt it before, and she can feel his through his
chest against hers.

Suddenly, she breaks their kiss, though long and deep and passionate it
was, she gasps aloud for breath, her head as Khameir continues to run now
his hands up and down her back, his touch burning her like she has never
felt before.

Khameir enters her mind, feeling the emotions and sensations she feels and
doubles what he feels two fold. He sees what she wants, he feels her aches
for him, her need that burns down between her thighs, and inside her body.
It arouses him to feel, to know, to see how she aches, desires, yearns, and
needs, lusts for him as she does.

It is time…

He pulls back from her the remained of the way, taking a few steps back
from her, motioning with one had for her to sit. He takes a long deep
breath, preparing.

He turns about, his back to her, and with his robe already open, he raises
his hands to the edge of his hood and slowly, carefully, he raises the hood
from his head and lets it fall back about his shoulders and back, holding
his head high so that she may look at what else is different about him.

His hypersensitive hearing, by help of his gift, he hears her silent gasp
as if she has gasped out loud. But it was not a gasp of fear, but of awe and
surprise. And he senses her great interest in what she sees. It actually
arouses her to a degree.

What she sees is a crown of eight horns about his head, which are made of
bone and come to soft points. And, that the back of his head and neck are
entirely black. And as she watches, Khameir slowly shrugs his shoulders as
he works out of his robe and it then falls to the floor about his feet,
revealing to her what he wears beneath.

Khameir wears total black. Black below the knee leather boots, black pants
that billow out from the top of his boots, over his pants he wears what
seems to be layered skirts, but they are not, just about his knees. He wears
a wide black leather belt about his waist, a long silvery metallic
cylinder-like object hanging from the belt at his right side. The black
sleeves upon his forearms are loose but form fitting, wide billowing sleeves
upon his upper arms connected to his loose, open outer tunic, revealing
another tunic beneath. The under tunic has a seam that runs up the center of
his chest, and appears to be held closed by a line of tiny fastens and comes
to a collar that is slightly low and open about his neck.

And last, she notices his ungloved hands.

They are entirely red, except a pair of black diamonds just behind his
knuckles, with a black line running up his hand and under the sleeve of his
clothing, and black upon his fingers.

"* Oh! He is so different!! But so magnificent!! " She thinks as she looks
upon her beloved Khameir, her breath coming in worked gasps, her body
trembling for his touch, her skin tingling to feel him run his those hands
of his all over her body. "* Oh how I have wanted you Khameir!! *"

Khameir grins that grin and it sends waves of fire and shivers throughout
her entire body. Then he moves his right hand to the metal object at his
side and unclips it from the hook upon his belt, and holds it in his hand
then both before him horizontally. And sliding his right thumb over
something on its surface, the object suddenly hums and instantly a brilliant
red beam of light emerges from both matching ends of the object in his
hands.

She gasps not in fear but in utter awe of the object she now realizes to
be a weapon, in Khameirs hands, she can feel the weapons glowing energy
blades send the air around her vibrating and she can taste the ozone in the
air, the blades apparently burning the air itself.

The red blades then return into the metallic double-ended weapon and
Khameir turns and sets his weapon upon the dresser behind him and looks to
her and sees her awe of his strange but oh so very deadly weapon. He
chuckles under his breath and begins to undo the fastens of his black
leather belt. He slips it from around his waist, and drops it to the floor,
letting his outer tunic open the rest of the way. Then he removes the outer
tunic, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of his clothing that he
had removed. She finds his outer tunic to be long and a layer of what she
had thought to be part of his "skirts".

She shifts slightly on the edge of the bed where she sits, anxious and yet
nervous, her eyes looking him over hungrily, her eyes burning him even
through what is left of his clothing, and it sets his body afire with
arousal and desire for her stronger than it had even moments before.

He raises his hands to his collar and undoes the fasten holding it closed
and slowly, one by one, his eyes never breaking from hers. Khameir uses his
gift again to touch her mind, let her feel what he feels for her, the
feelings that he cannot tell her, but show her in his own way. He finally
undoes the last remaining fasten of his tunic, but before he separates the
sides of his tunic, he turns his back to her once again, and slowly removes
his tunic, one shoulder at a time.

Khameir's right shoulder arches to slide out from under the tunic, the
fabric slipping over his shoulder, revealing black skin with a wide slash of
red upon his shoulder near his neck. Then the other shoulder, too with black
skin and a slash of red. Then the black fabric slides down his back,
revealing skin of black and red, strong and powerful muscles flexing and
moving under the tattooed skin of his back. The tunic falls to the floor and
he stands there, allowing her eyes to take in what she sees.

Her eyes burn him far greater now than before, his tunic gone, her eyes
looking upon him intensely. And he burns to feel her skin finally against
his, burning one another as they hold to one another.

And he then slowly turns about, his hands at his sides, allowing her to
look him over, to show her all that has changed of him in the years since
she last saw him. But he feels nothing but intense fascination, love and
great desire and ache for him. Finally he stands facing her, his eyes
looking to her, seeing her eyes wander over his body, taking in every little
detail of him with voracious hunger. Her eyes follow the designs upon his
chest, down his stomach, upon his shoulders and down his arms, biting her
bottom lip unknowingly as she devours him with her eyes.

He raises his arms and holds his hands out to her.

"Come to me, Little One." He speaks in his dark sultry liquid silk voice,
his eyes blazing like the molten center of the planet.

~ part 7 ~

Without another word need said, she stands to her feet and moves toward
Khameir, her glowing violet eyes locking to his fiery molten ones. She moves
without sound, her feet padding upon the smoke grey carpet lightly, almost
as if she if floating to him. And yet she appears to be stalking him – like
a great kryat beast on the hunt for her prey, the music's rhythm matches her
steps and the movement of her body, the gently sway of her long platinum
hair, her soft white skin glowing from the nearby light of an oil lamp.

She nears him, raising her hands to take his, and placing her hands in his
waiting ones, he folds his fingers about them and brings her hands to his
chest as she moves closer to him, and places her hands upon the bare skin of
his chest, the touch of her hands upon him burns his skin instantly.
Khameirs' eyes close instantly upon contact, savoring her touch for the
first time, allowing a softly moaned sigh to escape his lips.

His skin is like purest silk under her hands, silken soft, yet she can
feel his great strength and his hard muscles just beneath. Hotter than that
of an average human, almost like touching the sun itself – but burning with
out the pain or wound of the burn.

Her eyes follow the black tattooing upon his chest, over his shoulders and
up his neck to look into his blazing golden yellow and red eyes, watching
her now with great passion and those feelings for her that she knows now he
cannot tell her.

Yes, he is so different, but she cares not, his intense appearance makes
her love him ever more and her body, mind, heart and soul sing for him far
greater than it has ever before. A soft smile plays upon her lips, her head
tilted to her right slightly, looking up into Khameir's eyes, finding
herself trapped in their liquid fiery depths.

Her hand slips from under his and slowly, she begins to run her hand over
the skin of his chest. Placing her other hand upon his chest, she moves her
hands slowly, almost teasingly up and down his chest, making his skin twitch
and his heartbeat quicken with her touch. And as her hands run over his
nipples, he lets out a soft moan, for they are hard and sensitive to her
touch.

Running her hands over his hard, muscular body, she slowly circles him,
her eyes devouring him with ever - greater hunger. The muscles of his back
flex and move under his skin as her hands glide over them, her fingertips
running up his spine, making Khameir shudder ever so slightly at her touch.

His breath comes faster, his heart beating wildly in his chest, his body
on fire for her, because of her. As she stands behind him, she runs her
hands up and down his back, her hands just running over the top of his rear,
feeling the hard muscles hidden underneath, she brings her lips to the skin
upon his back, kissing the black tattooing upon the center of Khameir's
back, down his spine.

She gives soft, teasing butterfly kisses, her mouth opening slightly to
suckle gently upon his hot silken skin, then her tongue touches and begins
to lick his skin, tasting the skin ever so slowly with long slow licks –
making him shudder again, but a little harder. She runs her hands upon his
back and over his shoulders and down his strong muscular arms to his hands
where she slips her hands into his, intertwining their fingers between one
another, closing together, and she continues to give butterfly kisses,
suckle and lick the skin of his back.

Khameir takes a quick deep breath and wraps their arms about him as she
lays her head upon his back, her own breath flustered and her heart
thrumming in her chest. He can feel it, her heart beat, through her chest
against him coursing through his own body and becoming part of him. He can
feel her breasts through her shirt against his back. He can feel her nipples
press against him – his senses heightened intensely by his gift and his
years long training in the use of his gift…and much, much more.

He slips his hands from hers and holding to her left hand with his right,
he turns about, facing her, his eyes looking straight into her – seeing all
that she was, is and will be.

And, he sees her future.

Khameir lowers to her and his lips pressing ever so lightly upon hers, he
places his hands upon her sides, and slowly, he slips his fingers under the
bottom of her tank top, his fingers touching her velvety soft skin again,
making her instantly shudder up against him, a moan escaping her throat and
he catches it in his own and makes it part of himself. He moves his hands
farther under her tank top, his hands moving over her skin with the feather
softest of touches, making her shiver in his arms, breath to escape her
mouth and into his, her body pressing up harder against his as if to escape
his touch.

As his tongue dances from his mouth into hers and back with hers, he runs
his hands up and down her back, his fingertips running up and down her
spine, making her shudder again and again. He hears the whimpers she makes,
though they are just escaped breaths.

Suddenly, she pulls back from him, gasping aloud for breath, her eyes
never breaking from his as she grasps hold of the bottom of her tank top and
pulls it over her head and tosses it away, her eyes never breaking from his.
His eyes instantly grow slightly wider as he glances her over, looking upon
her…and her now revealed bare chest. His eyes devour her, his need and ache
for her gradually becoming known as his gender hardens between his thighs,
under his pants.

She moves toward him, taking hold of his hands and raising them up, she
gently placed them upon her chest, one hand cupping her breasts perfectly –
as if her breasts were meant to fit his hand. She skin is so soft, like
liquid silk in his hands, supple yet firm – exactly as he had imagined them
to be.

She closes her eyes, her mouth slightly open as she leans her head back,
enjoying the magnificent way his hands feel against her – holding to her
breasts. Khameir squeezes gently, immediately sending a loud moan to escape
her lips, her hands upon his, their fingers slightly interwoven, holding to
her together. He can feel her heart beat through her chest, through her
breasts, against his hand – such strength she has.

Khameir carefully lowers to the floor, kneeling upon his knees before her,
his hands holding to her breasts as he squeezes them in his hand. And then
she gasps out loud as he feels his lips press against the delicate and
sensitive skin of her stomach, making her almost fall, her knees daring to
buckle beneath her. Her stomach muscles flex and twitch against his lips,
her moans growing in number and loudness – she is already burning for him,
he can feel, see, touch, taste and sense her need for him…but it is not
quite time as of yet. The courtship must continue.

Khameir kisses the skin of her stomach, moving then to her navel where he
begins to kiss and then lick about it, but not entering it. After a few
moments of kissing there, he moves his lips up, following the muscles in the
center of her stomach to the junction of her rib cage just below and between
her breasts – his hands all the while holding, squeezing and kneading them
in his hands as he moves his lips about her mid – section.

He kisses and licks about her rising and falling rib cage, gradually
moving his lips up the center, slowly moving his torturing kisses up between
her breasts, then the valley between them where he pauses, burring his face
there gently, inhaling deeply of her scent there. She is trembling already,
her chest heaving with her breathing, her eyes half open, unseeing her lips
parted, her head tilted back slightly, moans and gasps of ecstasy slipping
freely from between her lips.

His lips just touch the skin of her breasts that are not covered by their
hands – they are so soft and velveteen against his lips, burning him with
each kiss. Then he moves his hands back from over each breast as his lips
move to touch more of them, the palms of his hands grazing her sensitive
nipples and sends a shudder to run throughout her body and a murmured gasp
to escape from her. And soon, his hands are moved, gliding them up her chest
to her neck and shoulders, her hands still holding to them as his lips brush
against the hardened nipple upon her right breast, kissing the darker
colored skin about it, licking the liquid silk skin, tasting. Khameir brings
his lips to her nipple, nipping at it with the softness of his lips and
instantly, with a gasp of ecstasy, he takes it into his mouth. His lips
encircling about her nipple in his mouth, he begins to suckle upon it, and
flick the tip of his tongue against the sensitive nub of flesh in his mouth.
He suckles slowly harder, rubbing his tongue against the nipple, making it
swollen and hard in his mouth.

He hears her cry out in utter sensation. He savors it.

She can feel the fire inside of her become a wildfire, untamed and
uncontrollable – and she wants more…so much more!

She can feel the swelling and aching inside her, up between her thighs –
and it is unlike any ache she has ever experienced before. She can feel the
throbbing and the twitching. She can feel her body scream out loud to be
touched inside – and along with her body, so does her mind, heart, and soul
– with every fiber of her being. She wants Khameir Sarin – to become one
with him for all eternity.

Khameir raises his eyes to her as he moves his lips to her other breast,
seeing the expression upon her face, her lips tremble, as well as her body.
He can feel his own ache and throbbing, the fire that dares to consume him
totally – utterly. His own body screams to be touched, to feel her surround
him, and hold to him in the most ancient and intimate of embraces – and as
with his body, so does his mind, heart and soul – with every last fiber of
his being. He wants Z'faruh Trivan – to become one with her for all
eternity.

Their thoughts finally one, it is time…

~ Part 8 ~

Khameir moves his lips from her breast up her chest, to her collar bones
where his nips at it with his lips and continues on up her neck, kissing,
nibbling and licking his way up to her chin, over her chin to her lips where
he flicks at her lips with the tip of his tongue. Instantly, she takes hold
of his tongue between her lips, holding it between her lips as he brings his
lips to her mouth and when his lips touched hers, she releases him and their
mouths lock and their tongues begin the dance again.

She wraps her arms about his neck as he about her waist, holding eachother
as close as they can be to one another. For the first time he feels her
chest against his, her breasts crushed against his, their nipples hard can
easily be felt between them. She feels so good against him, her body hot and
pliable in his hands. So perfect.

She pulls back just a breadths width from him, panting for breath, her
eyes looking down upon their touching chests, then raises her eyes to his.

"Khameir, my best friend, the only friend I have ever had, ever known. I
have known you since we were just children, growing up together, sharing one
another's lives. And now, we are grown and together again." She begins, her
eyes filled with love and all the feelings she has for him, her hands
stroking the back of his black hairless head, her fingers just grazing the
skin about the base of one of his horns, sending an intense shiver to run
throughout his body and a soft groan to slip from his slightly parted lips.
"And now, I ask you…take me, all of me. I want you Khameir Sarin – I want
you more than anything I have ever wanted in my life." She finishes with a
murmured whisper, her breath brushing against his lips, laying her forehead
against his, just beneath the horns high upon his forehead.

Khameir takes as slow, deep breath and his eyes meet hers again, blazing
brightly, a smile playing upon his face. Instantly he lifts her off her
feet, turns them both about and makes his way toward the bed not far away.
Her arms still about his shoulders, she kisses all over his face with small
soft kisses – his eyes, the tip of his nose, his cheeks, his forehead, his
chin, and his lips most of all.

Now, the back of her legs against the foot of the bed, she parts them just
enough for his legs to be between hers and with his between hers, he begins
to kneel upon then bed, brining her with him. Then slowly, he lowers her to
the bed, laying her gently upon her back upon the bed, Khameir between her
parted knees. He hovers over her, propping himself up on his arms placed at
her shoulders, looking deep into her eyes as she does his.

Khameir lowers his lips to hers, kissing her ever so passionately, then
begins to move his kisses down her chin to her neck. Down her neck to her
collarbone where he lingers just momentarily. Down her chest to kiss each
breast, down the valley between them over the joint of her rib cage. Down
her stomach to her navel, lingering again to surround her belly with kisses,
placing his hands upon her hips, his fingers just playing with the waistband
of her hunter green leggings, his lips following just above.

He glances up to her again, seeing her eyes half closed, but watching
every little thing he does and she gives the slightest of a nod as Khameir's
fingers just slip under the waistband. And with her nod, her begins to slide
the waistband down over her hips, his fingers gliding over her skin, his
lips kissing the newly exposed skin with feather light kisses, her skin
flinching under his lips. He slips his hands under her rear, she raising her
hips as he slides both her leggings and underwear from over her rear, his
fingertips running over the soft skin.

She is almost totally bare to his eyes, his lips, his touch as Khameir
slips her clothing carefully from between her legs, and down her thighs, his
lips following his hands as they glide down the outside of her thighs,
feeling the strong muscles of her thighs flex and twitch under his touch. He
moves from between her legs to remove her clothing the remainder of the way,
kneeling upon the bed just below her feet, still dressed in his black
leather boots and black billowy pants. He runs his hands down over her knees
and down over her strong calves, to her ankles and slipping her clothing
from over her feet, he tosses them away to the floor, holding her right foot
in his hands, lowering his lips to in to feel the skin of her legs.

Instantly as he lips press against the inside of her right ankle, her
calves flex and her toes curl inward slightly, and her eyes continue to
watch as Khameir slowly moves his lips up her leg, kissing the inside of her
leg as he gradually moves to site between her legs again. His lips kissing
her calve up to her knee, then up the inside of her thigh where a loud moan
escapes her lips at his intimate and sensitive touch. He moves his lips ever
so slowly now up the inside of her thigh, kissing, nipping, licking and
softly suckling upon the sensitive soft and delicate skin. He grows closer
and closer to the joining of her legs, her body shuddering and shivering,
her legs twitching and flexing at his touch, loud moans escape from her lips
as she grasps hold of the blanket beneath her.

And soon his hot moist breath is blowing against her womanhood, the dark
course hairs upon her skin moving gently against the current of Khameir's
breathing. He can smell her scent – it is intense and makes him ever more
wanting her and ever more aroused. And he can feel the heat of her against
his face, burning him so wonderfully. He runs his hands up and down the
inside of her thighs, hovering over her as he breathes her in, then slowly,
he lowers his lips to her, kissing her womanhood ever so softly at first.
Then he lets his tongue emerge from between his lips and touches her in a
quick soft, slick and hot lick. Her hips jerk slightly at his wet touch,
biting her bottom lips, her eyes now closed and her head turned to one side.

She moans aloud as he pushes his long tongue between the lips of her
womanhood, finally tasting her as he had so longed for. Hot, sweet and very
different. Khameir runs his tongue along the pink silken soft folds of her,
tasting and enjoying every little inch of her. He runs his tongue over her
very sensitive nub, instantly causing her hips to writhe and a cry to slip
from her open mouth, her hands wringing the blanket beneath her, and her
legs strain to close or surround him and hold him to her. He licks the
opening into her, it instantly quivers against his tongue, and her hips move
about as if trying to escape his wonderful ministrations upon her. He
encircles her opening with his tongue, tasting, savoring, arousing and
torturing her with his tongue and his lips that now cover those of her
womanhood. Then with one quick flick of the tip of his tongue against her
swelling nub of skin and nerves, he pushes the tip of his tongue slowly into
her opening.

Instantly her back arches, her head flies back and her hips begin to buck
against him, but Khameir uses his gift to keep her hips as still as
possible. He moves his long hot tongue deeper into her, flexing it within
her, plunging it in and out slowly, making her cry out in utter ecstasy,
tasting her purity. He feels her hot slick walls surround his tongue,
flexing and squeezing his tongue within her.

And she cries out his name – "KHAMEIR!"

He had waited for her to cry out his name like that and it fills him
with utter delight and pleasure. She is so ready for him…she has been ever
since the fated day that they met. But they were children then – and now,
they are grown – adults.

He moves his lips from her throbbing and wet womanhood, the taste of her
still in his mouth and upon his lips, kissing and licking his way up her
body as he moves himself between her part legs again. And finally reaching
her lips, he hovers over her and grins that grin that always had melted her
inside and out. But he kisses her lips quickly and leaps to his feet and
throws his black leather boots to the floor and slips his pants down his
hips to his ankles and tosses them too to the floor.

Khameir stands there at the foot of the bed, allowing her to look the rest
of him over and to see the very aroused red and black tattooed throbbing and
hard manhood jutting up from his groin. She blushes. Her innocence all too
apparent as she looks upon every delicious inch of his body. Then she raises
her arms up and holds them out to him, urging him to her again.

He smiles and falls to his knees upon the bed before him and quickly, his
hands have hold of hers as he kneels between her parted and bent knees.
Holding to her hands, he lowers down to her, her hips gradually cradling
his, his body resting upon hers as he moves her hands up and placing them
above her head, he holds them there with one hand as he kisses her lips
voraciously as with the other, he slips between their bodies and takes hold
if himself.

She can feel his hard, throbbing manhood pressed against her, his hand
holding to himself, moving it so that it just touches the outside of her
womanhood, against her lips. She instinctively thrust her hips against him,
wanting so much to take him into her and relieve the gnawing need within
her. But he does not enter and she whimpers with frustration and intense
need for him.

"* Z'faruh, look into my eyes. *" Khameir speaks to her in her mind and
she responds, opening her eyes and looking deep into his, opening her mind
that she may hear him totally. "* Look into my eyes and you will feel no
pain. *"

And as she keeps her eyes locked upon his, he gently slips the head of his
manhood between her lips to touch the opening into her, seeing her lips
tremble and her chest heaving with hard fast breath against his. His manhood
at her threshold, he releases himself and holds her open with his fingers as
with one hard thrust, he breaks her purity and enters her tightness, a loud
groan escaping his mouth – yet he keeps his eyes locked upon hers, though
they both fight to keep their lids open as intense and never felt before
sensations fill them and wash over them.

He kisses her lips finally, breaking their gaze as he pulls back just
slightly and thrusts ever so gently into her, her tight insides, squeezing
him inside her almost to pain – but such wonderfully exquisite pain!

With a few slightly harder thrusts, he is deep within her – to her very
end, almost taking him completely within her. She is so tight, so slick and
so wonderful – she burns him within her. Khameir fills her completely,
utterly her lips spread wide – her body almost straining to contain him
within her.

He hesitates before beginning the most ancient of dances, allowing her the
time for her body to grow accustomed to his size and length within her tight
now devirgined body.

Oh how have they waited for this moment! And now, they are finally one –
in body, mind, heart and soul – one forever and ever, beyond time and the
time beyond.

As Khameir continues his ravenous attack upon his beloved mate, with a
movement of his hips, he slips his manhood slowly from within her, letting
her inner walls to slick him within her and her skin to grow used to his
pulling. She writhes under him, her breasts rubbing up against his chest, a
loud and hard moan escapes her mouth and he catches it in his, sharing one
another's breath. And just before the head of his manhood slips from within
her, he thrusts into her, pushing his length back within her, her back
instantly arching, forcing her body hard against his, her sensitive nub of
skin between her legs rubs against him, sending a shudder to race throughout
her body.

He holds her fighting hands above her head, propping himself up with his
other arm at her side – she wants so much to wrap her arms about him and
pull her to him, but it is not quite time. As he moves into her again, her
insides slick him up, making him move within her easier and less
traumatizing to her insides as the act already has been upon her.

Khameir's manhood reaches her end, making her gasp as his head runs
against the certain super sensitive area up inside her. Her hips buck and
grind against his, making her nub rub against him, agitating it to swelling
and hardness.

Oh such sweet ecstasy! She holds to him as if her body never wants to
release him ever again – he insides tightening about him as he again pulls
back his a bit more ease, and thrusts inside once again, hitting the
sensitive area up inside her, making her walls contract around him.

Even with so few movements within her, Khameir feels the apex fast
approaching – but he holds it back easily, wanting her to fully enjoy the
act as much as possible. And she does.

Soon Khameir is thrusting in and out of her, her hips now meeting his,
pushing him ever farther into her, their breaths, minds and heartbeats now
are one, beating the same rhythm – their souls forever one.

He moves faster and faster, their mouths coming together with each inward
thrust, catching one another's gasps, moans and cries, her body meeting with
his at every movement, his life's essence already beginning to escape him
into her.

They move with such intensity, such passion that has never before been
seen or experienced, moving as one, breathing as one, thinking as one,
seeing as one – all that they were, are and will be is one – for all
eternity.

They travel along the invisible ever - steeper inclining path, tension and
sensations indescribable searing their senses to everything but eachother –
and the moment.

Harder and harder.

Faster and faster.

Brilliant swirling lights filling their sight behind closed lids or
nothing at all except one another when they are open. They move by instinct,
an instinct that has been bred into their genes millions of years ago when
the first of their kind walked the faces of their own planets.

Sweat glistens on their burning bodies, shimmering as each speck of liquid
catches light as they move. His body rising and falling with each thrust.

And suddenly, the band snaps and they come crashing down from the sky,
falling endlessly as darkness surrounds them, all tension released – the
union of body, mind, heart and soul is complete and forever.

The bond is forever and no one – no matter how strong, no matter how
powerful - it cannot be broken.

He holds to her in his arms, cradling her as her head lies against his
chest, eyes closed as they regain their breaths.

"Hold me…never let go of me – ever again." She murmurs, tears slipping
from her closed eyes as she holds the blanket about her with one hand while
the other is held in his.

He lets a soft chuckle and smiles lucidly as he looks down upon her in his
arms.

"I will never let you go – ever again." He answers softly, brushing his
lips against the still burning skin of her forehead.

She raises her head, turning her eyes to his.

"I love you Khameir Sarin…Darth Maul."

~ The End ~