Quenched

Alianor felt his budding presence before she awakened. The winter solstice she’d longed for was here. It was the only time of the year that the sun’s powerful rays breached the cavern, freeing Fendrel before cascading to her.

He’d be entirely unentombed from his marble casing before she’d be fully exposed. His potent fingers were already caressing her and stoking her passion as her own limbs awaited freedom to roam his chiseled body.

“Hello, my love,” he whispered, his lips teasing her emergence, along her cheek and eyelids before returning to capture her mouth. Her sigh was soft as the stone finally released her and her eyes were freed to gaze upon his handsomeness. Alianor gained full movement and threw her arms around Fendrel.

Fendrel scooped her up and stood her on the cloak spread in the light. He peeled her dress from her shoulders while his mouth ravaged the exposed ivory skin. Warmth and pleasure that had laid dormant for a year, now blossomed beneath his skilled touch.

“I wish we had more time,” she murmured as heat exploded within her and she arched toward him.

He drew in a ragged breath as her hands explored him. “We’ll make time.”

“That’s not possible,” she said. “We’ll be in darkness before too long.”

“Don't let thoughts of what we don’t have ruin this moment,” he said as his lips gently suckled her skin, sending shivers through her, seeding a heated ache in her loins. She squirmed and pressed her body into his kiss as he pushed the dress from her hips. The soft rustle foretold her nakedness.

Slowly, Alianor knelt beside him. She pressed herself to him, inviting, begging and tantalizing. Her skin tingled as it scratched against the hair on his chest before she crushed cat-like into his embrace, scorching skin fusing them as one. He kneaded his hands along her bare flank and grabbed her closer.

Their muted moans mingled with the soft breeze that wafted through the chamber. The light waned as they lay satiated in each other’s arms. 

A tear escaped as she felt the pull of him toward the marble pedestal. “You must get dressed,” she cried.

“No, I want to spend every moment with you,” he said as he hugged her. “Walk with me so your eyes can be the last thing I gaze upon.”

She did as he commanded, holding his hand until he was settled. As darkness seized Fendrel’s body and the marble encapsulated him, she held her lips to his as they went cold. She looked down at his nakedness and blushed.

Her own pull began. She wept as she crossed the chamber with the shadows. She paused before stepping into her dress, she grabbed the rich velvet and hastily clutched it to her breasts. She stood on the pedestal and thought of another year without Fendrel.

Emboldened, mere seconds before entombment she released her dress, smiled, and puckered her lips. Her last thought was of Fendrel finding her naked on the next winter solstice and hoping the marble would capture the twinkle in her eye.