Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 84: Chapter 84

Confusion warred with joy as Medjed listened to his mate explain about what she was and where she came from.
A Christmas Elf?
But that must mean she worked for the fiendish San Ta Claws. He could not wrap his head around what he knew of that vile madman, and this sweet, beautiful, gentle female.
Why would she live in a place ruled by that evil fiend, when she was clearly all things good and pure in the world? However, there was one thing the fair maiden had said that rang true above all else.
Candy Kane was his mate. He was certain of that.
“Yes,” he told her, his voice ringing with truth. “I am your mate, and you have found me, rohi.”
Candy graced him with a radiant smile that, in the firelight, made her pale skin glow and shimmer. She was so beautiful. Medjed had never seen anyone like her.
She had told him her story with confidence, and he heard nothing false in her words. True, he knew nothing about villages or Elves, and he did not trust the man called San Ta. But his confusion was irrelevant.
Medjed was very much aware that his entire body seemed wholly attuned to her. A fire had started building inside of him the very second his eyes had landed on her luscious form. Her name was stamped all over his very soul.
Mate of mine. Mine. MINE.
This was the female he had waited lifetimes for. His blood buzzed in his ears, his body demanding he go to her. Images of the two of them naked and writhing, joining in that age old communion of flesh and hearts, had his cock standing up at attention and his chest reverberate with the strength of his needy growl.
Soon, yes soon.
Nothing would stop him from claiming her. He had already decided she was it for him. No one, no circumstance, come hell or highwater, could ever get between Medjed and his Candy. He wanted her, badly.
“What sort of things do you like?” she asked. “TV? Books? Music?”
“Music, yes, I like music,” he said with a grin as he finally understood the lyrics to the 1980s song Heliodore Wessex was so fond of.
Medjed wanted Candy, and yes, she was already wrapped in a sweater. One he could not wait to remove, he admitted to himself as his gaze swept over her once more.
Her cranberry and evergreen scent was as intoxicating as it was refreshing, and he could almost taste her now. Sweet and tangy, wholesome, and new, and his. Yes, she was entirely his.
His cock throbbed inside of his wintry attire and Medjed wished he were back in his home country where the sun warmed the sand under his feet, and he could lay his lady down to bed and mate her.
“I like the snow,” her soft whispery voice reached his ears like a symphonic melody composed just to tease his senses.
“Are you reading my mind now, rohi?”
“That word, what does it mean?” she asked again.
“It is a pet name, a term of endearment, and it means my soul.”
“Your soul?” she repeated, eyes bright.
“Indeed, and you are that, sweet mate,” he replied and reached out a hand and traced the side of her face from her arched brow to the small cleft in her chin.
“This is fast,” she said.
“Yes, and yet it seems I have waited an eternity to touch you since I first laid eyes on you, rohi,” he whispered and leaned closer.
All pretense of patience fled his demeanor. Medjed could feel his powers stirring, that immortal part of him that was sometimes Demon, sometimes Demigod, wanted this woman, and he wanted her now.
Mine.
The wind howled outside the cave and the storm raged on, but inside they were safe. Inside they were warm, cradled by Geb and blanketed by Nut.
Earth below them, and Sky above. The two combined to shelter them. Along with the fire he’d kindled, and the water he’d melted from the snow, he had all the elements represented.
As it should be, he thought. With such blessings combined, how could the moment be any more sacred? Any more right?
“Is that good, then? You calling me your rohi,” she whispered, and he almost lost his mind at the subtle vulnerability beneath the surface.
Candy had grit and nerve. But she was kind, loyal, and caring, too. He knew all of that about her because of the things she’d done.
Sweet, brave Candy left her home because of her belief in something her grandmother had told her years ago. She’d trekked across that frozen wilderness by herself. She’d rescued a small, helpless creature. And she did all of this based on hope alone.
“Yes, rohi. It is very good,” he leaned down and captured her lips with his and it was like a thousand stars exploded and winked in and out of existence.
Shivers raced down Medjed’s spine as he continued to kiss his beloved mate. The Fates were great indeed for making him such a pair, his need for his sweet rohi took over all reason.
Medjed moved on instinct. Desire overruling all rational thought as he kissed, and kissed, and kissed her some more.
“So sweet, my Candy. Kissing you is the most divine pleasure,” he breathed the words into her mouth, her responding sigh all the encouragement he needed.
Candy melted into him, submitting to his yearning like she was born to do just that. But his tender mate was not idle. Her hands explored his body, and the increased scent of her arousal had him thanking the gods she found his form pleasing.
The kiss took on a life of its own as clothing was removed and tossed carelessly into a pile. Medjed growled, wanting more for her than frozen ground and a scratchy wool blanket to lay upon.
“Medjed,” she moaned when he paused in his attentions.
“I am not stopping, rohi. Merely giving you what you deserve,” he whispered, kissing her eyelids as he conjured magic to him.
Calling upon his resources and using the whispered words the gods themselves had taught him, Medjed cast a spell to make them a bed of furs and silks piled high near the roaring flames that were nothing at all compared to the ferocious fire that was his need for her. She deserved the nest, and he would see she had it, always.
Mine. Mate.
“Your skin is like silk, rohi, and you taste of the sweetest berries,” he whispered that and other words of praise as he revealed inch after inch of her beautiful incandescent skin.
Medjed was no stranger to beauty, and yet, this female took his breath away. She was the very air in his lungs. Precious, vital, and he was desperate to have her.
“I will love you now, sweet Candy,” he told her and proceeded to worship her with his hands and lips.
Nibbling her sumptuous mouth was like a thousand pleasures all at once, and oh my, his rohi knew exactly how to stroke and fan the flame of his already arduous passion.
Medjed was oblivious to everything around him save his rohi. She was the only thing that existed in his universe at that moment, and he would have given anything to satisfy that hungry gleam in her eye. There was nothing quite like working to satisfy his mate’s most secret desires.
“Medjed,” she whimpered, clutching at his shoulders.
“You are new to this, my sweet, but I swear I will deliver you a banquet of ecstasy for the senses,” he promised, and he intended to do just that.
“I never felt like this before,” she moaned into his mouth as his hands found her soft female curves.
Peeling her out of her modern clothing was something Medjed found as titillating as it was mesmerizing. His sweet Candy was a perfect combination of hills and valleys, acres of soft skin, and new experiences he could not wait to explore.
“I never, I don’t know how—” she stuttered, and he saw fear and excitement warring in her gaze.
“You are perfect, rohi. When I take you, you will open for me like a flower. I will make sure you are ready,” he promised.
Incredible that she should be untouched. The wonder of it made him feel blessed to receive such a gift for a mate. Medjed knew enough about women to make sure she was ready to receive him.
Under his lavish attentions, the tight bud of her womanhood blossomed and ripened under his knowing touch. Somehow, it felt new to him as well. And it was. With her, everything felt new, exciting, perfect.
“I hope you will forgive me, rohi, but I must trace your wonderful ears with my lips,” he growled, overcome with the urge so suddenly, it shocked him.
When she did not complain, he turned her head and dropped kisses along the pointed appendages that were dainty as they were exotic.
“Oh, fluff yes,” Candy moaned.
Each pant and sigh grew louder and louder as he paid special attention to her right ear first, then her left. Her ears were extremely sensitive, and he made a note and tucked it away for later.
Medjed moaned with need as his hands traced her sumptuous body. Soft and round in all the right places, his heavy sex grew hard with wanting her.
Her large breasts were swollen with desire and tipped with hardened pebbles, to his unending delight. He suckled at her luscious mounds, teasing the tight buds of her nipples with his tongue and teeth.
“Ah, Candy, you are sweeter than your name,” he told her, and she fisted his hair with her hands.
“Please,” she begged.
“Patience, mate.”
Medjed grinned and kissed his way down her body. His hands continued to explore every contour and curve. Rounded hips gave way to a perfect ass he couldn’t wait to nibble.
Farther down to the swell of her belly, he dropped hot, open-mouthed kisses all the way to the treasure that lay hidden beneath the closely cropped black curls that glistened in the firelight. He nudged her plump thighs apart, desperate to touch and taste the sensitive flesh there.
“Ah, my Candy, I want to do so many things to you,” he moaned, spreading her perfect pink lips so he might see her glistening pearl.
“Medjed,” she gasped, her eyes wide as he blew a hot breath of air on her there.
Medjed looked forward to discovering every single erogenous zone. Her exquisite form was more tempting than anything he had ever beheld. She smelled so good, evergreens and womanly musk.
He was fascinated and delighted by her reception of him, as if she instinctively trusted him to take care of her. And he would. By the gods, he would.
Her short nails dug into his scalp as she rocked her body against his tongue. The first taste of her flavors in his mouth and it was like fireworks had been lit in his very blood.
Medjed licked and kissed, lapping at her sex like a beggar at an altar. Fuck, yes. He wanted to worship her. He needed to.
Medjed’s infamous cock throbbed, hard and erect as he licked the soft petals of her dripping womanhood. She was ripe and lovely, but he needed to be tender and patient.
“That is it, rohi, feel the pleasure I bring you,” he whispered as she pulled on his hair, flexing her hips against his tongue.
He would make certain they both saw stars before the night was through.
“Please,” she begged, and he nodded.
Yes, he would satisfy her, there was no question.
“Trust me, sweet Candy. Let go,” he told her and continued to kiss and suck on her tightened nub.
While he tongued her sex, he reached up with one hand and plucked at her berry-tipped breasts, so divine and worthy of attention.
So much to explore of his sweet mate, Medjed looked forward to devoting much time to such a worthy conquest. It was a good thing he had an eternity to do so.
“This, this is mine, sweet Candy,” he growled and licked at her clit in earnest.
He stroked her while he kissed her, teasing her entrance with his fingers as she moaned helplessly.
“Please, oh please, oh please don’t stop.”
She might not understand, but there was no way in hell he would stop. Not until she was screaming his name, and possibly not even then.
Dipping his tongue to part her slick folds, he growled deeply as he swallowed down all her different flavors. His tastebuds were practically singing as he sipped her nectar from the source.
Evergreens and sweet cranberries, her incredibly unique flavor was all for him. Medjed moaned as he slid one finger inside, testing her ability to take him. Fuck, she was hot and tight, her sheath gripping him as he pressed in deeper.
“Oh, fluff. Oh, fluff. FLUFFERNUTTER!” she shouted and bucked her hips wildly against his mouth and hand.
Medjed growled and wondered at the strange use of the word, but he was too busy to consider it for long. He had work to do, and he did it, loving the feel of her muscles as they contracted with her pleasure.
He used his hands to hold her knees further apart while he sucked on her tiny little bundle of nerves. Her pleasure button was hard and sublimely sensitive, and yet, somehow, the monosyllabic term clit seemed too crude and short for such a splendid little appendage.
But Medjed had no time for his philosophies now, he was far too busy enjoying the taste of his mate’s ecstasy. Her fingers released his head only to come back, twining in his hair. Candy tugged him closer, rocking her hips in time with his tongue thrusts.
He was memorizing her taste, cataloguing every reaction she had to his ministrations, using all of his skill and knowledge to bring her the maximum pleasure. She was everything to him, and he wanted her to know it.
“Ah Candy, that is it now. Come for me,” he commanded.
Fuck, she was divine in her passion, seeking the pleasure he could deliver with no shame or embarrassment. She was on fire for him, and he wanted more of it, of her.
I want her for all time, he vowed as her orgasm began to shoot through her.
“Oh, snowballs!” she cried out, eyes wide as the first taste of pleasure shot through her body.
Medjed slid up her heated body and placed the head of his cock at her entrance while she rode out the first of many waves of pleasure he would bring her.
He waited until her emerald green gaze met his, then he pushed inside her heavenly sex.
Inch by mesmerizing inch.