And He Has Found Me

A/N:
This is my first story, so if you could be gentle I''d really appreciate it (not that you have to be.)

His liking for Silvertongue''s daughter was a more serious obstacle and his guilty conscience didn''t make matters any easier. Yes, Dustfinger did have a guilty conscience as he crept into Meggie''s room, although he hadn''t come to steal the book. Naturally Capricorn still wanted it-the book and Silvertongue''s daughter too, those were his new orders. But that must wait. Tonight, Dustfinger was there for a different reason. Tonight, something that had been gnawing at his heart drove him to Meggie''s room.
Dustfinger turned his head. Meggie sighted and moved until her sleeping face was turned his way. How unhappy she looked. She must be having a nightmare. Dustfinger remembered many of his own bad dreams and for a moment, he was tempted to put out his hand and wake Meggie. Then Meggie began to cry in her sleep. The dream must be getting worse, Dustfinger thought and instead of pulling away, he carefully sat on the bed next to her. He stroked her hair moving a piece off her face.
"Meggie," he whispered trying to wake her. She began to whimper, and Dustfinger couldn''t stand it. He scooped the girl into his arms and held her close.
"Meggie, please wake up." Still crying Meggie sat up and held onto Dustfinger as if her life depended on it.
"I''m a coward. A horrible coward! Can you ever forgive me?" His earlier resolve had been broken.
As Meggie sat cradled in his arms she couldn''t help but feel sorry for him. And the truth was despite his painful betrayal she loved him.
"Only if you promise to help me get my father back.'' She whispered between sniffs.
"Anything you say princess," he smiled.
Meggie closed her eyes and rested her head on his chest. Dustfinger tilted Meggie''s face up toward his. Their lips met, Meggie let out a gasp and pulled away.
"I''m sorry prince-" Dustfinger started to apologize, but Meggie brought her lips back to his. As soon as they met Dustfinger slid his tongue into her sweet mouth.
Meggie sank back into the bed that was too big for her alone, giving Dustfinger control. With their mouths engaged Dustfinger slipped a hand up her nightshirt to caress her young breast. Meggie let out a small moan when Dustfinger''s thumb grazed over her sensitive nipple. Slowly Dustfinger left a burning trail of kisses up her stomach toward the breast until is mouth was around the pink nipple.
Meggie had to bite her lip to keep from crying out and waking Eleanor. These sensations made Meggie feel dizzy with pleasure. Suddenly Meggie froze, Dustfinger''s other hand had found its way between her panties and the soft flesh that surrounded her center. Both of her hands grabbed Dustfinger''s wrist trying to stop him. She was so confused, the pleasure he caused was something she didn''t want to stop. But Meggie wasn''t sure if she wanted to go all the way, let alone with him.
"Princess." Dustfinger whispered in a husky voice. The she felt his nimble fingers delve deep into her. Her hands still firmly grasped around his wrist Meggie arched her hips upward as Dustfinger''s thumb found her throbbing core.
Taking this as a sign of acceptance Dustfinger slid a finger deep into her opening. Felling her hot and wet, he slid a second finger into her. When he pulled his fingers out, Dustfinger pulled Meggie''s panties down. With the soft skin of her thighs now exposed Meggie could feel Dustfinger growing harder through the thin material of his pants.
In all of the books that Meggie had read, not one had ever described sex. There had been whispers or hints in some, but Meggie doubted anything she read about could have prepared her for the actual thing. Before she knew what she was doing and certainly without permission she pulled down Dustfinger''s pants and felt her hand close around him.
Dustfinger could no longer take the soft; teasing strokes Meggie was unwittingly giving his throbbing manhood. He stopped Meggie and pushed her back onto her back. With his hands gripping Meggie''s firmly above her head he positioned himself on top of her. In the process of finding her opening Dustfinger brushed the head of his manhood across her hot core, and with an involuntary thrust of her hips at this stimulation Dustfinger found her opening. Panic filled Meggie, This was all going to fast, she couldn''t go through with this. She was only thirteen and had never even fancied a boy before. With her hands secured above her head Dustfinger proceeded to enter Meggie.
It hurt worse than anything Meggie had ever felt before. How could such pain also bring such pleasure? Deeper and deeper he went while Meggie struggled to get him out. Then with one thrust Dustfinger pierced Meggie''s innocence, claiming it for his own. Meggie gasped fresh tears streaking down her face. There was nothing left to do but give herself over to Dustfinger''s rhythm. Dustfinger took Meggie to the edge. With one final thrust pushed them both over the edge. Meggie felt herself shudder and close around Dustfinger and the waves of pleasure slammed against her.
As the waves started to ebb, Dustfinger finally pulled out of her. Standing he pulled up his pants. Turning his back on Meggie Dustfinger left closing the door behind him.
Meggie was alone once more.