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The Dance of the Dryads

Here it is!

I'm so excited (and nervous!) to share my very first smut fic with you all! It's a sort-of companion piece to my main fic, A Great and Sudden Change, but it can be read on its own as well.

Please be kind with your comments, and ENJOY!

Fic below the cut or over on AO3.

F/M

Halsin (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character(s)

Romance Smut Fluff My First Smut Fluff and Smut Okay I think you get it Soulmates Thiramin Kissing Cunnilingus Vaginal Fingering Penetration what else do i put Post-Coital Cuddling Breeding Kink You know Halsin has a breeding kink Halsin -Freeform

The thin silver clasp twisted under Enelya's fingers as she attempted to fasten the oak leaf-shaped pin at her shoulder. She cursed as the fastening jabbed her finger and a bead of blood welled up. She stuck her knuckle into her mouth before it could stain the white cloth of her dress.

"Everything alright?" Francesca poked her head around the curtain.

Enelya released her hand from her mouth and examined her skin. "More or less," she said with a sigh. "I wield a dagger easily enough, you'd think I could handle a brooch."

"Let me see." She turned and handed Francesca the offending clasp, stooping a bit to let the smaller elf reach her shoulder. She fastened it with ease and smoothed out the surrounding fabric with her delicate fingers.

"Nel, you look amazing."

"So do you, Francesa," she replied with a smile. She turned to examine herself in the mirror. The blonde hair she usually tied back hung in loose, natural waves around her shoulders, obscuring the vine tattoo that ran along the sides of her face and neck before plunging over her shoulders and down her back. Her face was clear of any kohl or stain. The Dryad Dance was a ritual to revere nature in all its forms; makeup was strictly forbidden. Why makeup and not clothing, Enelya wondered, but she supposed civilization has enough of an influence at this point that modesty was a redeeming quality in the eyes of many.

Francesca's gray eyes met her brown ones in their reflection. "Are you ready?" She asked. "We're about to begin."

Enelya nodded. They left the rooms where a dozen druids had prepared for the beginning of the ritual, dressing themselves in clean white robes that draped loosely across their bodies. The men kept their chests bare, but everyone's arms were adorned with bands of oak leaves.

As they lined up at the base of the treeline surrounding the Grandfather Tree, Enelya's insides tingled with anticipation. It had been some time since she had partaken in the Dryad Dance; usually she was stationed deeper in the island, scouting and guarding the lands along the Unicorn Run or the many shrines to the Elven gods. Even when she was present, she had never performed any of the ritual dances. This would be the first time she did so, and as a newly ordained High Ranger of Mielikki, no less.

Her heart swelled with pride and gratitude.

Within the clearing, hundreds of elves, druids, and rangers from across Faerun gathered to take part in the holy celebration of Silvanus. They talked and laughed and drank in the dying daylight as they waited for the carousing to begin. Once the sun had set and the torches lining the grove were lit, the first dance would begin, and when it was done, the dryads and hamadryads would emerge from the forest to mingle - and mate, at times - with the revelers.

A small hand slipped into hers and squeezed her fingers lightly. Enelya caught Francesca's hand and pulled her to her side, the smaller woman laughing as she stumbled into her embrace.

"You'll be great," she whispered up at Enelya. Her hair fell about her face, catching in her eyelashes and on her petal-pink lips. Francesca was as elven as they come, with a petite, slender frame and long, dark tresses. She was calm and patient and wise - born to lead, a natural fit as a First Druid. She was all the things Enelya was not, but despite their differences and childhood rivalry, they had become close friends.

Enelya thanked her friend and sent her back to find her place as the forest finally shrouded them in darkness. A hush fell over the clearing, and for a few heartbeats, all of nature seemed to hold its breath.

Then, with a sudden thunder of drums, the torches were lit and the ritual began.

Enelya's body moved of its own accord, keeping time with the music as she stepped forward into the clearing with the rest of the performers. Her hips rolled sensually; her hands turned gracefully at the wrist. She swayed like the bough of a willow tree, moving along the perimeter of bystanders to encircle the Grandfather Tree. Once everyone was in place, they approached the tree reverently, caressing the rough bark as if it were the skin of a lover.

Pipes rang out, bright and ethereal, and Enelya spun in place, planting her feet into the earth as she rolled her body up from her knees to her neck. Her hair fell in a curtain over her eyes as she swung her head in a circle. She brought her arms up to sweep it back from her face, her fingers brushing against her flushed skin, when the hair along her arms and the back of her neck began to raise.

She snapped her head up to glance around her but continued to dance, the music driving her body almost without thought. She searched the crowd as she spun past, their faces a blur, yet the prickling along her skin didn't stop.

She was being watched.

With a final few beats from the drum, Enelya threw herself to her knees on the ground and flung her head back, arms wide to welcome the spirits of the forest and the god Silvanus to their domain. Cheers and shouts of excitement erupted on all sides of her, and she couldn't help the smile that split her face as she caught her breath. She continued to rake her eyes over the throng, looking for the person whose gaze lingered on her. Several people gave her a quick smile or a word of praise before glancing away; no one met her eyes directly. The drums and pipes struck up a new song, quick and light.

Francesca bounded up to her, eyes shining. The smile fell from her face when she saw Enelya's puzzled look. "Nel, what's wrong?"

Enelya shook her head. "I'm fine. It just feels like…someone is watching me."

Francesca blinked at her. "Well...you were just writhing around, scantily clad, in the middle of the forest in front of hundreds of people," she said, a laugh bubbling up from her chest. "I'm sure there's more than one person admiring you from afar."

Enelya rolled her eyes and nudged her friend's shoulder, although a smirk played at the corners of her mouth. "I mean really watching me. Even now I can feel their eyes on me, like…like I'm being stalked by a wolf." Something that had happened to her a handful of times in the depths of winter as she scouted.

Francesca nodded, but her eyes had focused on something past Enelya. "Or…maybe a bear?"

"A bear?" Confusion read plainly in Enelya's voice and on her face.

Francesca gripped Enelya's elbow and turned her to face the opposite direction. When she saw what Francesca was looking at, her breath left her lungs so forcefully she felt as if she had been punched.

The largest elf she had ever seen was slowly but confidently making his way through the crowd. His eyes were entirely focused on her, glancing away only to greet another with a kind smile before finding her again. Fine chestnut-brown locks hung about his face, while a red tattoo wound its way along the right side of his face and down to a broad, naked chest dusted with hair. Enelya's lips parted and her eyes drifted slightly lower, following that hair as it trailed along the plane of his stomach before diving from view beneath a skirt of oak leaves. She dragged her eyes back up his body to his face.

He smirked, and Enelya felt her heart stutter.

" That ," Francesca said softly at her side, "is Master Halsin, Archdruid of the Emerald Grove. And it looks like he's the one hunting you."

Enelya swallowed, her tongue thick all of a sudden. She knew that, given the nature of the Dryad Dance, there was a good chance she would end up laying with someone by the night's end, but had not planned to find someone so quickly, much less someone as storied as Halsin.

Halsin had quite the reputation among the Circle. First and most importantly, he was a great leader and a renowned healer, as well as one of the Emerald Enclave's foremost experts on the Underdark. But his name was whispered among the druids for another reason as well, one much more suited for bedrooms and brothels…and now he was staring at her, looking positively predatory.

She herself was no maiden, having had a good number of casual lovers in her 296 years; but she had only ever been the object of another's true affections twice in her life. The first was with a fellow druid when they were the tender age of 100, to whom she'd vowed to lay with if they were yet virgins at that age. They had been lovers for a little over two years, trying to make it work but ultimately his heart lay elsewhere. The second, and most recent, was a ranger some twenty or thirty years her junior with strong hands and a tongue gifted in the ways of speech, among other things. She had learned much from their short time together, but even so, that had been nearly a decade past.

This, however…this felt different. As if her body and mind knew something she did not. As if they knew Halsin, reacting to his gaze in a way that made her very skin crawl with anticipation.

Halsin moved closer, and Francesca pulled her towards him. "Come. I'll introduce you!"

As Francesca pulled her through the crowd, Enelya pondered this feeling of familiarity, like Halsin's eyes had met hers before. She knew they had not actually met, which was hardly a surprise given how often she had been afield when such gatherings took place. Halsin had been Archdruid of the Emerald Enclave for nearly a hundred years, she knew, but had little reason to travel to the High Forest. She had no idea why her body and mind were reacting in this way.

Well…maybe she had some idea…but that surely couldn't be…

All thoughts left her head when she found herself standing in front of the man in question, craning her neck ever so slightly in order to meet his eyes. He returned her gaze, smiling down at her with hazel-blue eyes, the left brow of which was marked by a scar that looked frighteningly similar to a swipe from a bear. It sliced through his brow before skipping down across the bridge of his nose, ending at his bottom lip. The healed skin shone softly in the torchlight.

"Master Halsin, how good it is to see you again," Francesca said. Her teasing tone had been replaced by something more polished and disciplined. She laid her hand on Halsin's forearm and turned to Enelya. "Might I introduce Enelya, Druid of Tall Trees, Ranger of the Emerald Enclave, and the newest High Ranger within the Church of Mielikki." Francesca's eyes danced with pride as she listed Enelya's honorifics.

"Is that so?" Halsin's voice rumbled from his chest, soft and low. He extended his arm, but instead of the usual gruff grip of forearms druids usually made, he caught her fingers in his large hand and brought it to his lips, keeping his eyes trained on hers as he pressed a chaste kiss to her knuckles. "Congratulations," he murmured into her skin.

Liquid fire pumped through Enelya's veins, her hand becoming hot in his palm. "Thank you, Master Halsin," she replied. "It is a pleasure to meet you at long last."

He released her hand, his fingers brushing hers as she withdrew. "The pleasure is mine."

She offered him a coy smile. “Oh, I highly doubt that.”

His eyes widened slightly, then crinkled at the corners as his scarred eyebrow quirked in amusement. Silence fell over the trio as Halsin and Enelya continued to stare at each other.

"I will fetch us some mead," Francesca said suddenly. "Master Halsin, would you care for some?"

"No, thank you, Francesca," Halsin said with a wave of his hand.

Enelya tried to shoot Francesca a pleading look, but her friend only winked as she walked away. When she had gone, Enelya looked up at Halsin, suddenly feeling unsure of herself. “Um…did you enjoy the dance?" she asked.

Halsin nodded with a hum. "I did. It has been some time since I've been to the Dryad Dance, but the rituals continue to marvel me." He held her gaze as he spoke. " Your dancing was especially scintillating."

" Just my dancing?" Enelya teased. Emboldened by his flirtations, she stepped closer to the druid to lay a hand on his forearm. Her fingers traced the taut muscles. "I felt your eyes on me even after we stopped, Master Halsin," she murmured. Her eyes flitted up to meet his again through her pale lashes.

His eyes darkened, pupils blown wide as he leaned down. His lips brushed along the shell of her ear as he spoke in a low, gravelly voice. "You are captivating. I cannot take my eyes off you…it’s unlike anything I've ever experienced before." His hot breath ghosted along the curve of her neck. "I am eager to continue our discussion in private, if you would have me."

Enelya openly shivered at his forwardness. Her fingers pressed into his arm as lust curled through her body to settle at the apex of her thighs. She turned her head to speak into his own ear; her cheek brushed against his in a pleasant drag of skin.

"I would like that," she replied softly. "However, the night is still quite young, and many seek your attention, I'm sure."

A quiet groan slipped from his throat. His large hand came up to caress the inside of her arm. The musicians launched into another rousing song. Around them, people began to dance.

“You speak the truth, as much as I wish it were not so. I would much prefer to spend the evening with you." He reluctantly pulled away with a final sigh in her ear. “Very well. Let us part ways for now. But, meet me at the base of the Grandfather Tree at the witching hour, and we will…get better acquainted."

Francesca returned as Halsin departed, nodding her head in a silent goodbye before turning to Enelya, her eyes alight with a salacious glimmer.

“You two looked rather cozy,” she commented as she handed Enelya a goblet of mead. “Care to divulge any of Master Halsin’s intentions?” She playfully bumped Enelya’s hip with her own.

Enelya watched Halsin’s hulking form as he mingled and drew in a shaky breath. “Oh, Francesca…”

Francesca pulled away, a startled look on her face. “Nel, are you alright?”

Enelya rubbed her hands over her face. “Yes…no? I feel like I’m on fire. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before.” She looked at her friend. “It’s as if Halsin is a bard and I am his very first lute, so familiarly he tunes and plucks at my strings…” She blushed at her poetic outburst, the metaphor suddenly sounding sexual.

“Oh, for the Oakfather's sake! Nel!” Francesca grabbed her free hand excitedly. “He is your thiramin . Your souls recognize each other!”

Thiramin . Soulmates. A common enough concept in most cultures, but among elves it was spoken of as if it were a myth. An elf might never meet their thiramin, but that did not mean they could not find love. But Enelya had given up on both those things. It should have surprised her more, the fact that she was suddenly bound to another, a total stranger. But it felt right, even comforting - like the most natural thing in the world.

So that was it then . Enelya took a swallow of mead.

"I might need a little more of this."

Midnight finally arrived. Enelya found herself standing breathlessly under the Grandfather Tree, watching the carousing continue around her as she leaned against the ancient oak. She had taken the time between meeting Halsin and now to mingle with others from her circle and dance with Francesca. Many had disappeared into the dark of the treeline in search of privacy; several dryads had been among them. The knots in her stomach twisted tightly, her head pleasantly fuzzy with drink.

A large, hot hand clasped hers, fingers intertwining as it pulled her away from the tree. She allowed herself to be led, Halsin cutting a swift path through the revelry. Enelya bit her lip and kept her eyes glued to the expanse of his shoulders. She smiled when he glanced back at her, and his own mouth twisted up in a smirk that held promises meant only for her.

Halsin turned to her when they entered the forest proper. He pulled her closer until they stood only a hair's width apart, his head lowering until their lips were nearly brushing. "Where shall we go?" he asked in a low whisper.

She hummed and trailed her fingers over his chest, glancing up at him playfully. "Follow me, Master Halsin."

His hand tightened around hers.

She led him through the forest, leaves crunching under their feet. Torches lined the paths and shone down from the walkways spanning between the enormous trees. It was one of Enelya's favorite sights, the warm glow giving the City of Trees an even more surreal atmosphere than usual. The music faded to a quiet thrum in the distance as they walked.

They reached a set of stairs that wound around a huge oak. Still holding his hand, she led him up. Her heart beat erratically as they climbed, the anticipation of what awaited flooding her body. Finally, they reached the door to her room. She pushed it open with a quiet creak and stepped into the room. Pale, bright moonlight fell in beams through the open windows. Gauzy white curtains drifted in the cool evening breeze that carried music and laughter into the room.

The door had barely latched behind them before Halsin's hands were on her, gently pulling at her hips to draw her closer. She laughed and pressed her palms to his bare chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath her hands. He grinned before lowering his lips to her neck, pressing quick kisses along her throat and jaw.

"Mmm…I've heard rumors about you," she sighed, the heady mixture of her arousal and the mead making her bold.

"Oh? And what might those rumors be?" His kisses lingered at her neck as one hand came up to tug at the filmy fabric clasped at her shoulder. His other hand gripped her hip tighter.

"That you are...quite experienced." Enelya gripped his shoulders. "And…selfless…"

"Well." He brought his head up to look down into her eyes. His own were tinged gold around the irises. "I'll be sure to maintain my reputation."

His petal soft lips met hers gently, moving against them to pull breathless sighs from her as his tongue dipped into her mouth. Enelya brought her hands up to snake through his hair, fingers scraping along his scalp and tangling themselves around braided strands. She gasped against his mouth when he rolled his hips, his erection evident as it pressed against her.

He growled and pulled the silver clasp she’d struggled with earlier out of the cloth and stepped back as it puddled at her feet. A quiet sigh escaped him as he took in her naked form, glowing in the light of the moon.

“Gods, look at you.”

As he stepped towards her, Halsin gave a sudden, choking gasp and fell forward onto his hands and knees. The gold ringing his irises flared to a bright copper. In the next instant, fur rippled up his back and neck, and he let out a strangled snarl as he transformed into a hulking brown cave bear before her eyes.

Enelya leapt back, muffling a scream of surprise with her hand. Halsin - the bear - both? - looked up at her with something like embarrassment in its eyes. It huffed and shifted in the small room, and in another flash of light Halsin stood before her in his elven form once again, although less confident now as his shoulders curled inward. Enelya's hand drifted from her mouth as he stammered an apology.

"I - forgive me, the beast inside can be…difficult, when I am - that is, when blood runs hot…ugh…" He looked away, shame blazing in his eyes.

Enelya bit her lip. Part of her wanted to giggle and tell him it was alright…but another part knew that even the lightest laughter might further injure his pride. So she extended her hand and stepped forward to slide it along his jaw, cupping his cheek and drawing his eyes forward to meet hers.

"When I was young - 87, I think? - I was preparing to lay with someone for the very first time." She spoke softly, a smile in her eyes. "When the time came, he hovered above me, about to…well…I got so nervous I turned into a field mouse."

Halsin chuckled and leaned into her hand. His body relaxed. "And what happened then?" he asked.

"Oh, I ran away and avoided him until he left the circle some years later." She caressed his cheek. "You need not be ashamed of your nature when you are with me, Halsin."

He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to hers. "Thank you," he murmured.

His hands and mouth found her again without another word, pulling her to him as he walked her backward until her back pressed against the rough bark of the giant oak that served as a wall of her room. He kissed her lips once, twice, then moved back to her neck, slipping down every few inches until his hot, wet mouth found her breast.

Enelya whined when his tongue laved across her nipple, flicking at the hardening nub. Halsin drew it into his mouth, rolling and sucking it between his teeth before releasing it with a lewd pop. He showered her other nipple with the same attention before settling onto his knees, his eyes finding hers.

"I long to taste you." He kissed between her breasts, then her stomach, just above her belly button. "May I?"

" Please ." The breathless plea tumbled from her lips.

Halsin circled his tongue around her navel, then trailed down over her lower abdomen, alternating between licks and kisses. When he reached the top of her mound, he skimmed his hand along the back of her left leg and lifted it, slinging it over his shoulder. Enelya released a stuttering sigh as his head dipped down.

He kissed along her slit, softly nipping at her labia with his lips. She whimpered and arched her back. She felt a smirk against her quim, as well as a rumbling chuckle that shook her.

"So eager." He kissed the join of her thigh. "We have all night, and all day, if you desire. I don't intend to leave you until you are entirely sated, my heart."

Enelya cried out softly when the tip of his tongue found her clit, flicking the tiny nub until she writhed above him. Then, he pulled away to press hot, open mouthed kisses along her other thigh.

"You taste ambrosial. The sweetest honey on my tongue."

She gasped as a wave of arousal surged through her at his words, a hand coming up to clap over her mouth.

Halsin's head reappeared from between her legs, a concerned look on his face. "Is something wrong?"

She shook her head. "No…just the opposite, actually."

A smirk graced his lips, and he lowered his head again. "You liked that, didn't you?"

"Yes," she sighed. Then she cried out in pleasure as he dove between her folds.

His breaths came hard and fast as he rooted into her pussy, his nose rubbing her clit as he sucked and licked wetly at her entrance. One hand pushed her leg up and out, holding her behind her knee. Every few seconds his tongue slid up and around her clit, circling and sucking before dipping back into her pulsing cunt.

The rough bark of the oak tree bit into Enelya's back as Halsin ravaged her with his mouth. She shuddered and ground down against him, one hand moving to tangle in his hair. He lapped at her incessantly, tasting her, while his right hand gripped the thigh slung over his shoulder. His left hand snaked up and pressed firmly against her belly, holding her hips still against the tree.

She let out a strangled keen of pleasure as her orgasm crashed over her. Halsin continued to lap at her as she arched and ground against him, until she whimpered and released his hair.

He slowly lowered her leg, holding her steady by the hips as he stood. She let him guide her to the bed and lay her back on the mattress, her body gelatinous. He settled on his side next to her.

"I thought you said we should take our time," she muttered.

Halsin chuckled and kissed her, dipping his tongue into her mouth to slide along hers. She could taste herself on his lips, sweet and tangy and altogether pleasant.

"Once a bear tastes honey, he will not stop until it is devoured."

Enelya snorted out a laugh before she could help herself. "Are you going to make bear innuendos from here on out?"

Halsin laughed as well. His hand slid up her waist to settle under her breast. "That depends. Do you want me to?"

"I do, actually," she replied. Her eyes lit up in challenge. "I wonder how many you have prepared?"

"I'm afraid you will be sorely disappointed."

"Are we still talking about innuendos?" She grinned up at him. Halsin hummed and leaned over her.

"Believe me, I have many more… innuendos in me than you might think."

His mouth sealed over hers, silencing their banter as his thick fingers trailed over her stomach and through coarse curls to probe at her slick entrance. She moaned and let her legs fall open at his touch.

Halsin pressed a digit into her, then another when he met no resistance. "Is this alright?" he asked lowly.

"Gods, yes."

He lowered his head to suckle at her nipples while his fingers slowly began to pump and curl into her, his stiff cock pressed against her side. She slipped a hand down his softly rounded stomach to undo the skirt around his waist. As it fell open she tossed it away into the room with a clunk , then reached for his large member where it stood proud and beaded with moisture at the tip.

Halsin gave a shuddering groan against her breast as her fingers wrapped around the base and gave it a firm stroke. He began fingering her faster and brought his head up to look down at her.

"What would you like, Enelya?" A ragged exhale punctuated his question when she swirled the palm of her hand over the weeping head of his cock. She whimpered in response.

"I want you inside me."

He wasted no time, pulling away from her hand and settling between her legs with a quick kiss against her lips. He removed his fingers gently, then gripped his cock and dragged it through her folds. Her breath hitched in her chest and she pulled her knees up to his waist when he finally prodded into her with the swollen tip. He was larger than she expected, but not overly so; she'd have no trouble taking him.

He entered her slowly, allowing her to stretch around him. Halsin focused on her face, watching for any signs of discomfort; she met his gaze, staring into his lovely hazel eyes, her mouth falling open in a gentle sigh

Once he was fully seated within her, he leaned in to kiss her. Their tongues explored languidly as he began to thrust into her. Enelya hummed happily as a familiar, tingling heat spread through her body from the top of her head down to her toes.

Halsin moaned. "You feel incredible, my love. Gods…" His head dropped against her shoulder.

Enelya inhaled sharply and gripped at his arms. "D-deeper," she gasped.

He growled and slid his hand up her thigh to grip the back of her left knee. He pushed it up against her shoulder; at the same time he pressed his other palm down on her inner thigh, opening her right leg like the wing of a butterfly. His hips surged forward, his thick cock brushing against that sweet, spongy spot at the front of her walls.

She cried out. The pressure built with every thrust, her body splayed out before Halsin like a prize. His grunts as he fucked her filled her with a raw, primal need, and her fingers scrambled to find her clit, rubbing in tight, hard circles.

She came hard with a shout, her walls clamping down on him. He continued to pound into her, drawing her orgasm out until she collapsed back onto the pillows. Then he chased down his own release, pulling out and coming on her stomach with a huffing, guttural groan. He collapsed next to her, then pulled her body against his and kissed her softly.

"Thank you," she whispered. "That was…" she trailed off, then kissed him again.

" That ," he said with a deep chuckle against her lips, "was just the beginning."

They remained in Enelya’s rooms for nearly two days, Halsin leaving only to find them some food; he came back with a satchel full of cheese, bread, fruit, and wine, along with his own belongings. When they were not taking pleasure in each other’s bodies, they share the stories of their lives, whispering to one another as if they were afraid to disturb the peace that had settled over the room.

She told Halsin about her childhood in the Misty Forest, before she joined the Church of Mielikki and came to the High Forest. In return, he spoke of his misadventures throughout Faerun, including how he had gotten the scar over his left eye. Enelya slowly dragged her fingers along the grooves in his forehead before leaning in to kiss them each one softly. Then he laid her back on the bed once again, their whispers turning into cries of passion.

Finally, on the second day, as Enelya sleepily lay curled against Halsin’s thigh while he sat up in the bed, he cleared his throat.

“My heart.” He brushed her hair from her half-lidded eyes. “Before I go…there is something we should discuss.”

She sat up. The sheet pooled around her hips, leaving her breasts bare as she slipped her hands into his. “What is it?”

Halsin’s thumbs skimmed over her knuckles. His thick brows were furrowed in thought as he stared at their joined hands. “The other night…I felt as though we were connected in a way I’ve only ever heard about. Two souls, linked as one.”

Enelya nodded, looking down at their hands as well. “ Thiramin ,” she said softly. "I felt the same sensations. As if we are two halves of a whole, fitting together seamlessly."

Halsin released one of her hands to bring his to her chin, guiding her to look into eyes full of affection. “I did not expect to find this here, or now. You are…” He paused, then leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers with a sigh. His fingers traced along the curve of her jaw. “You are part of me. Made of the same soul.”

Enelya’s heart swelled as she reached her own hand up to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. “A bit frightening, isn’t it?” she asked. “And impulsive, jumping straight into bed with each other. Certainly not the usual path, for elves our age.”

Halsin chuckled, pulling her closer to press a soft kiss to her lips. “I could not help it,” he murmured. “You intoxicate me. And when I am intoxicated, I am very rash indeed.”

Enelya gasped when he pushed himself up to tower over her. He licked into her mouth, swallowing her sigh as he guided her down against the mattress. His hand left her cheek to cup her thigh, guiding it up to catch on his hip as he ground his erection against her core.

“Mmm.” She arched into him. “You are truly no better than a ninety-year-old, and with the stamina to match.”

He hummed, pulling away to gaze down at her lustfully.

“In the past, I often found myself giving in to desire wherever it flourishes. I can see myself being sated for eternity with you at my side.” He gave her a meaningful look.

Enelya froze. “What are you…” Her mind spun, trying to make sense of what he’d just said; it sounded like he'd just asked her to...

“Come to the Emerald Grove with me.” His eyes searched hers for an answer.

Her breath caught in her throat and she moved to sit up. He pulled back and away, allowing her room. His hand lingered on her thigh as she stared at him.

“I...I can’t.”

His face fell, but she reached out to him before he could speak. Her hands caressed his shoulders. “It is not for lack of wanting,” she added. “But my work is here. My family…”

“Bring them.”

She laughed. “They would not come. But I love -” she stopped.

“You love…?” he asked softly, affection in his eyes.

“...that you would think of them, welcoming them into your grove, to make me happy. In truth…this is all so sudden, Halsin. Normally a thiramin courtship might last months, or decades, and here we are, rushing into it as if we are running out of time.”

“Enelya." Halsin took a hand from his shoulder and gripped her fingers delicately. "I want this. I want you . I have never been one for convention, nor for following the rules of society. Why must we delay our happiness when we can seize it?”

She opened her mouth to reply, then closed it, her brows furrowing. Why, indeed? She could continue her work scouting the lands of Faerun and spreading the word of Mielikki, helping those in need; she could do so in any corner of Thoril. In truth, she had never considered leaving the High Forest…but now, with Halsin gazing at her so expectantly, so hopefully, she felt a giddiness rise in her chest and spread a grin across her face.

"Yes."

A grin to match hers lit up Halsin's face. He leaned in to kiss her, but she leaned away, bringing her hand down to press against his chest.

"Wait. A few conditions, first."

He settled back and nodded solemnly, his eyes crinkled with a smile. "Of course."

"First, I need a few weeks to make arrangements here. I have to see my parents, and let them know."

Halsin's face softened. "Take all the time you need…in fact, I could come with you, if you would like."

Enelya smiled and gave his hand a squeeze. "I know you're eager to meet them…but that will come, in time. You're needed at your grove."

"As wise as you are beautiful, my heart." He kissed the back of her hand. "Very well…is there something else?"

She nodded. "I would also like for us to have our own space. I know you share rooms with the others in your grove, but I'm not accustomed to that. Besides, we will need a place to call our own, if…" She licked her lips nervously. "Someday...we are to have children."

Halsin's eyes darkened suddenly, and his lips parted. "Is that what you desire? To have a family?"

Enelya bit her lip and thought for a long moment. "I never gave it much thought," she admitted. "I suppose I did want a family, once. And when it never happened, I chose to let nature run its course, whatever that may be. So…if it's what you want…"

She found herself on her back once more, Halsin poised over her, eyes blazing with want. "If I had my way I would plant my seed in your womb right now," he growled.

Her eyes widened. His words - and the way he spoke them - sent a jolt of arousal straight to her loins. Her toes curled into the sheets beneath them.

"Well…you may as well try." Her voice was barely a whisper, her eyes glinting in a way that he was learning tested his resolve.

His lips crashed to hers, nipping at the swollen skin with a fervor that made Enelya dizzy.

"We shall have our own space," he murmured as he pressed kisses to her throat. "I will make it so, as soon as I return to my grove. Whatever you desire, my heart, you need only ask."

She sighed and ran her fingers through Halsin's hair. "Then take me one last time, Halsin. The next time we meet will be when I come to you."

The weeks passed, then turned into months; no birds arrived with news. When Halsin finally reached out to Francesca, worried about his thiramin, all she wrote was that Enelya had been called deep into the forest. She did not know when she would return.

After six months Halsin stopped writing. He stopped preparing their home at the bottom of the hollow. He stopped believing she would ever come to him. He stopped holding on to her, and tried to move on with his life. But even as he threw himself anew into researching the Shadow Curse; as he lay with another; as he was captured by the Absolutist cult that took hold in his forest, he knew she was out there somewhere.

And when he was out of hope…

She came.

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