Blessed Interlude

Blessed Interlude

Summary: Raistlin recovers in Solace after Dark Uncle. An interested party in his welfare helps relieve some tension he didn't know he had. M/F, AU, PWP?

Rating: So NC-17 that I hope you’re not reading this in public.

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Raistlin leaned on the side of the bed to relieve the ache in his back. It had been about a week since returning to Solace after his not so great adventure on the Plains. He was still sore, but that was fading to only sore in the worst places. Yes, his ribs hurt on one side but at least he could sleep and breathe without wincing. Finally, he gave up on sleep and rest and got up.

Lighting a candle, as well as the fire in the fireplace, Raistlin sat at the desk and leaned his head in his hands. For the bandits to take him down that fast indicated the level of skill of the bandits in the area, and that worried him greatly.

Gentle hands touched his shoulders in a feather light caress. Raistlin dropped his hands to the desk and turned in surprise at the strangely familiar woman. I've seen her before, he wondered, but where?

"Still brooding over what has transpired, Raistlin?" she asked softly in a whisper that only he could hear.

Those hands were massaging his back, avoiding areas that were hurt. Raistlin didn't like to be touched. At all. But this woman seemed to possess a knowledge, a familiarity, it seemed right for her to touch him if no one else. He knew he knew her, knew that she knew him. That familiarity was even intimate... if it were possible, for he had never... had he? She smiled, "You don't need to be so shy with me, Raistlin... Was I not the one you called on for your magic? The one who shared with you that embrace, that rush, that exquisite ecstasy that is the magic?"

It was then that he recognized her, then that he remembered, and in murmuring her name he saw her face as he had known it, "Lunitari..."

The Goddess of Red Magic smiled as her hands moved from his back to circle his thin waist in a hug from behind as she her chin on his right shoulder. "You do remember me..." she smiled and he could feel it on his cheek as she spoke into his ear, leaning his head to the side as she did so. "I have always thought you mine no matter what color you wore, no matter where you went. My favored, my champion..."

Her hand slid down to the bruising, "Why don't I heal this?"

The bruising, and the pain faded, although not completely. God she may be, but God of Healing she was not. Her powers of healing only went so far, and she did what she could. Coincidently, 'what she could' helped him greatly and made the worst of the fade to only minor bruising and faint red scarring, while the rest left him as him they never had been. Breathing so much easier now that his ribs no longer were sore, he sighed in relief.

But Lunitari's hands did not stop their descent there.

One skilled hand, the hands of a wizard- indeed the very god of wizardry!- moved down to brush where his member lay under his loose sleeping trousers. Stifling a quick, startled gasp as he realized the true purpose of her 'visit' he caught up her hand to stop it. He had his limit, even with her. Standing to face her and still holding her hands to keep them from wandering he said, "My lady, please... if you know me as well as you profess to, you know the type of man I am. Please..."

An eyebrow quirked, "And you're saying that those dreams of so long ago meant nothing?" she noted his surprise, "Ah yes, I have seen them. And noted them, and, for awhile like I do most dreaming men that fall under my sway, I did nothing as I knew that they would eventually either find other subjects to dream about or wives to marry... or partners if she was that type of person... but you– you were always something entirely different. You dreamed, but it was no mere erotic fantasy in the early pre-dawn hours. And I even helped you along sometimes."

Her intrusion into his dreams disturbed him a little, even as it excited him a little. To know that his younger dreams when a young man had been watched, even reciprocated was... touching. In the world of wizardry, sex in one's mind could be, and was often, as real as the physical sex between lovers in any other career on Krynn. Lunitari watched with a small, pleased smile as her words brought about the reaction she hoped for. Leaning up and over their clasped hands she kissed Raistlin on his lips, sucking slightly on his bottom lip.

Lunitari's kiss was as sweet and as hot as he had imagined and he found himself opening his mouth a little to admit her probing tongue and he released her hands to pull her closer to him. He was aware of a tightening sensation as if his trousers suddenly seemed much too small. Lunitari was aware of the erection that tented his trousers and pressed into her lower belly. Wriggling her stomach just so she elicited a low moan from him as he kissed her as the friction against his penis and balls caused sensations that threatened to take his control away. Raistlin neatly turned her around so that she pushed up against the desk and pinned her between him and said desk.

"It's warm in here," she said as she began to undo her scarlet colored silk robe. As each delicate tie undid, she could see Raistlin's blue eyes deepening to a deep sapphire. "Your eyes... they remind of the twilight people associate me with. So... so blue."

Raistlin was fighting within himself. This was so wrong... so carnal... but yet he found himself unable to take his eyes off the Goddess as she revealed more of her dusky skin with each tie undone. Finally, she took the robe off and stood nude, her nipples pressed into his chest. The contact was electrifying. Thoughts of how 'wrong'– wrong?– No. This wasn't wrong. The magic was ecstasy, and so would this be. He shared with her every day his own magical ecstasies to the point of exhaustion and she shared with him the power to do so. Now she merely shared the rest.

And she had wanted to the entire time.

He slid his hands down to cup her buttocks and pulled her up to meet his erection through his silk trousers. She moaned and leaned her head back as he helped lift her and set her on the desk. Taking her mouth in hungry kisses, Raistlin wasn't really sure what to do next. He had not really done this before, and as if reading his mind, she smiled, leaned back, and pulled the hairy lips aside so that he could see. As if detailing in a lesson– and what a lesson to learn– she took one finger, sucked on it and then touched a part of herself down there. Raistlin licked one of his fingers and then, with her guiding hand, touched where she wanted to be touched. He could feel her trembling as he rubbed on it in circles, trying to get a feel for what she liked and didn't like.

She held onto his shoulders and began to breathe in short pants. Raistlin, with another hand moved this down to slip one finger and then the other inside her as she clenched on him and moaned. Rubbing her nub with one hand and plunging his fingers in with the other, he felt himself harden even more. But she was mixing more moans with the panting and he knew that she had to be close to that point.

Abruptly, she stopped him, then in a curt movement undid the ties to his trousers and let them
slide to the floor so that he was as nude as she was. He stepped out of them and kicked them to
the side as she grasped his desperately hard member. At her hot touch, he closed his eyes as
sparkles filled his sight. Then, as she guided him, he came closer and closer until that was at her
entrance. Lunitari guided it until it was just entering her vagina, and then moved her hands
around to grasp his butt on each cheek. This had its desired effect as Raistlin, again startled,
bucked forward and buried himself to the hilt within her. He gasped and his eyes widened in
shock and surprise. "Blessed Lunitari," he breathed. “So... hot...”

She moved a little beneath him as if to tell him to get on with it. Raistlin, a little unsure, moved
back, moaned as even that with her clenching on him and the pressure of that caused electric
shocks of pleasure to run through his very being. Then remembering what had caused pleasure
before, he plunged back in. After a few repeats, his body knew automatically, instinctively, what
it was to do and he began to plunge in, draw back, and plunge in again, each time being met by
her and by being clenched on with he withdrew. This pressure and the wet friction made him
need more as a mutual anxiety, a mutual tension, began to build.

Given his angle, his shaft kept rubbing against her sensitive nub and the more he tried to go
deeper, as if something drove him to, the more he pressed and rubbed against her internal g-spot.
Lunitari was moaning, and her breaths came in short pants. The logical part of him which
seemed so far away right now pointed out that she was at the point where she had stopped him
before, the point where if he kept it up she would have came in his hands. Right now, he hardly
cared.

Lunitari felt filled, felt every single plunging as he moved across her g-spot and her clitoris. She
didn’t know which felt better, but the pleasure was building inside in waves, and she wanted
nothing more than release. The motion in and out, in and out and across made her eyes roll up
inside her head slightly as she internally grasped him. She knew that he wouldn’t be able to go
any faster, but his pace was constant and deep and– oh Raistlin! I’m going to come shortly!– as
the electric feeling built to the point it was all she could feel.

He was at that point himself and that logical part of him didn’t really connect with the rest of him
as all he could think of was burying himself as hard and as fast as he could. Unfortunately, fast
he could not quite manage given his own weak constitution, but deep and reasonable pace he
could. Maybe that was what caused her to cry into her hands as he felt her clench and a warm
wash on his penis. The clenching and the quivering within as she gave sharp cries and moans
and dug her nails into his back only intensified what he was feeling and it was almost as if his
world exploded as he felt the release– oh Gods, the blessed release– as he finally came inside of
her, bucking as his body finally took over completely, moaning out his release in what could
have been her name if it were intelligible.

He entered a few more times as he finally withdrew, and Lunitari sighed as the feeling of fullness
left. Rubbing herself on his now semi-flaccid member she pushed herself through clitoral
stimulation on an already over-stimulated bud to one more orgasm. Staring at each other in the
afterglow, they said nothing. There was nothing to be said that they didn’t already know.

“You don’t love me,” he said suddenly.

“And you don’t love me like this,” she confirmed.

“Then why?” he asked. “Why?”

She shrugged as she dressed herself again. “Maybe because while I don’t love you like I perhaps
should, I do love you in another, profound way. I’m in love, yes,” she murmured. “But your
heart is not, and would never be, completely mine.”

He closed his eyes, and she looked at him. “Raistlin, never believe what others say. You’re
beautiful and any woman would be remiss in rejecting you,” she licked her lips and kissed him
full on the lips. “But God and mortal was never meant to be.”