The Fate In Us

Chapter Twelve

A/N: smut warning ahead ! -e.

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Mojina Kingdom

When Almon woke, he was undressed. Zahannah was tending to his scars, covering him with some sort of cream. He winced and shut his eyes again. Zahannah's stroked softened. "I'm sorry if that hurt, Almon. How did you sleep?"

"Fine...."

"I hope you're not uncomfortable with me doing this."

"Definitely not."

Zahannah only smiled. She rubbed the substance into his skin, then wiped her hands on her dress. Almon sat up. Zahannah stared at his chest, then forced herself to look away. He was staring at her face, mesmerized. Before long, she turned back to him and smiled slightly. "So, about the things I said last night..." She blushed. He blinked, listening quietly. She leaned over suddenly, grabbing his face in her hands, and kissed him. He kissed her back. Zahannah's hands moved from his cheeks to his chest, rubbing them against his muscles. His abs were rock solid. Zahannah's cheeks burned and she pulled her lips off of his, but did nothing more. He was still staring at her. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out, so she closed it. He grabbed her hands.

Zahannah stared at his lips. "I'm sorry."

"About?"

"I let you get beat."

"I put myself in that position, Zahannah. Don't blame yourself."

"No, you didn't." She was crying inside, but she didn't let herself truly cry. "I drug you here. You wouldn't have been hurt if I didn't bring you here."

"I'll never blame you."

Zahannah moved her gaze back to his eyes. His gaze was lost in hers. She brushed her fingers against his lips, then across his cheek.

"You're so beautiful."

"Oh, Almon," she blushed.

"You are."

Zahannah leaned forward and kissed him again. Almon wrapped his arms around her. She smiled and slipped her tongue into his mouth, letting it wander around. He did the same. Zahannah pulled him down on her as her back hit the ground softly. She deepened the kiss. He ran his fingers through her hair. Zahannah bit his lip softly, smiling. He placed his hands on her hips. She stared into his eyes, her breath hitching. He leaned down and kissed her neck.

"A-Almon," Zahannah moaned slightly, but it sounded more like a whimper mixed with a high-pitched cry. She blushed at her sudden action. He smirked against her skin and gave her a few hickeys. Her fingers were tugging on his hair as her head was tilted to the side. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was opened slightly from pleasure; but since she was easily pleased by this, she was in for a thrill in a few minutes. He leaned down further to suck on her chest. Zahannah's cheeks were as red as a cherry as she watched him. His one hand was moving further down her waist. Zahannah closed her eyes again and tilted her head back. After a few minutes, he began to strip her of her clothes. First, though, he looked at her.

"Yes?"

She nodded, still just as red. He pulled the rest of her clothes off, then his own. Her eyes lowered to his member and she giggled.

"Huh?" He hummed.

"Just... big."

"Oh." He blushed a bit. "Thanks?"

"You're welcome," she chirped. He positioned himself above her, then slowly entered her. Zahannah's nails dug into her back and she cried his name out immediately. He thrusted faster after a little while, moaning on occasion and cursing under his breath. Zahannah moaned constantly, whether it was random cries or Almon's name. She was clawing his back up. He didn't care. He leaned down and kissed her. She kissed him back, continuing to moan against his lips.

"Fucking hell," he moaned. He came in her after a bit. Zahannah had been screaming the last few minutes, but after he finished, she stopped and blushed. He kissed her, out of breath. She kissed him back, then hid her face in his chest. "That was a lot of work for my dick."

"My throat hurts from screaming so loud. That was not what I expected."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Yes."

Almon took peeks at her body. She had a few scars from unknown things, but other than that, her skin was fair and clear. She was very curvy, had a perfect butt, and had rather large breasts, which were pressed against Almon's chest. He smiled, then pushed his face into them. Zahannah gasped in surprise, then laughed shyly and played with his hair. He held her tightly. They hugged for a few minutes in silence, just appreciating one another's touch, until Zahannah spoke again. "I always thought you were cute when we were little."

"I did, too."

"I knew that we wouldn't be put together for marriage, but I always had hope..." She sniffled. "It doesn't matter now. Everything is fucked."

"Like you just were."

She blushed and smacked the back of his head lightly. "Almon, be quiet!"

"Ow."

She immediately regret it and kissed his forehead. "I'm so sorry. Did that hurt? I didn't mean it. I'm sorry."

"It didn't hurt. I was kidding." His voice was muffled.

"Oh. Good." She closed her eyes. "I love you."

He lifted his head up. "I love you, too."

Her cheeks were red. She leaned down and kissed his lips. He kissed her back. She smiled and slapped his butt. He blushed and laughed at her. Zahannah hugged him suddenly. "Aren't you afraid someone is going to see us?"

"No."

She stared down at him. "Really?"

"No. Everyone's dead."

"Not everyone." She sat up, pressing her bare back against a tree. He admired her body. She noticed this and blushed.

He looked up. "Sorry."

"I-It's fine," she smiled shyly. "You can do anything." She lowered her arms and spread her legs out slightly for him to see everything. He bit his lip. She stood up in front of him. He stood up.

"Sex in the woods, huh?" Zahannah smiled as she pressed her chest against his.

"Yes."

She giggled, then kissed his neck. Almon wrapped his arms around her waist. She covered his neck with a blanket of hickeys, then kissed his lips. Almon slipped his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on his tongue roughly. He suddenly pulled away.

"What are we supposed to be doing right now?"

She snapped back into reality. "Ring. We have to get your ring back."

"Yes. Yes. That."

As they pulled their clothes on, Zahannah kept looking at Almon dreamily. He put his clothes back on, too. Zahannah finished and took his hand into hers, then led him deeper into the forest. Almon had a tight grip on her.