sucked it into his mouth, causing her to cry out in climax. He continued gently licking her sweet juices as she came down from her orgasm.
Tristan felt her hands pull on his body. After sliding up her body she flipped him, so that he now lay on his back. He watched with hooded eyes as she slid her body down on his throbbing length. He growled out a groan and was soon lost in the sensations of her body riding him.
Tristan didn’t know how the broken moans and horse cries of pleasure torn from his body were driving his vixen wild. Didn’t know her rhythm was driven by pure lust for the mortal man that lay beneath her. It was not long before they reached orgasm, their releases so intense their cries disturbed the animals in the surrounding woods.
“This doesn’t mean I’m any happier to be here,” Tristan grumbled against her hair as they lay catching their breath.
“But it will make it more enjoyable,” she whispered, coiling her body around his.
* * * *
When Tristan woke the next morning his gorgeous vixen was gone, starting the pattern for their lives. His days were spent in the cottage or out in the garden, always alone. As the sun set she would always return to him. At first, he spent his days in anger. He hated how he had little control of his life, no matter how hard his brain tried to tell him that this life was better than the one he would have had with the Queen. He tried to keep his anger but the moment he looked into her eyes when she appeared, his anger would dissolve to be replaced by desire.
Their nights were spent finding new ways to pleasure one another. The sex was hot and passionate. Between their lusty interludes, she would ask Tristan questions about how his life had been. Tristan, once he appreciated that his life could have turned out worse, enjoyed these talks. But when he began questioning her, she gave him little information, including her name; saying that she liked it when he called her Vixen.
Time passed and as usual Tristan woke alone. Turning over to reach for her, he felt a deep ache in his chest. He wondered what she looked like first thing in the morning, wondered if she woke happy or grouchy. He wondered how it would feel to wake with her lying in his arms, her beauty greeting him every morning. Realization hit him like a ton of bricks on the chest. He was in love with his little Vixen. As each morning passed his heart stung more at not having her by his side. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He wanted to give her children. He didn’t care if he had to live in this magical cottage until his dying days; he just wanted to be with her.
* * * *
“I love you,” he confessed later that night. A light wind passed over their naked bodies as his words were whispered into the night. “I want to spend the rest of my days with you. I want to wake to you every morning. I want you to be my wife,” he said, despite knowing she was immortal. She would never die, while he would slowly grow old and die.
Tears gathered in her eyes as she looked at him. “Tristan, I would like that very much but you know that it is not possible. Our ways are different than yours.” She lightly caressed his cheek with the back of her hand. “You have given yourself to me and I will care for you, but we cannot marry.” Her voice was sad.
“If two people truly love each other, why not?” His frustration was coming out in his tone. “You do love me, right?”
She smiled. She had already confessed how she’d watched over him for years and how she had fallen in love with him. When she saw what his Queen had planned for him, she had pleaded with her King to allow her to save him. “Yes, I love you with all my heart.”
“Then there must be a way for us to be together. I want to wake with you in my arms. I want you with me all the time; I want to father your children. I don’t care if I’m going to die one day. I want to spend that time happy with you.” She sighed and took his hand in hers. “So do I,” she acknowledged. Her fingers lightly drew circles on his hand as her mind raced. “There is…” she started softly but stopped.
“What?” He’d not been sure that she’d said anything.
“There is a way we could be together.” Her head was down, refusing to meet his eyes.
He placed his hand under her chin and lifted her head gently so he could see her face. Sadness clouded her eyes.
“Tell me.”
“You must guess my true name.”
“That’s it?” Tristan almost chuckled. It may not be the easiest task but surely he could find a way to figure out her name.
“You only have three chances. If you can say my name, we can be together the way we want.”
“Ok, so what if I can’t guess correctly after my three chances?” He wasn’t sure if he really wanted to know the answer but he had to know what he was getting into before he started spouting off names.
“We lose each other forever.” Her eyes lowered and watched her fingers, still touching his hand. “You don’t have to do this Tristan. As I’ve said before, you are my responsibility and I will always care for you. We could stay like this. Here. Until…” But she didn’t finish the sentence. They both knew the ending, despite the knowledge that he will age slower being in the enchanted setting.
Tristan gathered her into his arms and kissed her head. “I know. I’ll think about it. But one way or another, I’ll find a way for us to be together,” he vowed.
Tristan’s sleep was restless that night. Sometime before the early dawn, he slipped into a dream. He kneeled before an older man, his dark hair streaked with silver. This strange man wore clothing made of silky shining material but dark in color.
The man’s posture was regal and tall, and radiated authority and confidence.
“You have found your true love Tristan, and she has found you. Do not doubt it.
Merely look deep inside your heart to find the answers you seek. Your destiny is her eternity.”
The man faded to be replaced by the image of his beautiful Vixen, feeding a baby at her breast. He watched an image of himself go to her and kiss her lips, then the child’s head. A bright light slowly entered his dream, blinding him from the image.
Blinking, Tristan found himself alone in his bed, the morning sun shining bright into his room, beginning a new day.
All day Tristan roamed the cottage and garden restlessly. He was anxious for his vixen’s return. He wanted to tell her about his dream and see if she knew what it meant.
He knew that he had to have her, to find a way to be with her.
When the sun finally started to set she appeared before him unclothed. His worries and restlessness evaporated, leaving only a longing to bury himself between her legs, to lose himself in her body. He picked her up and carried her to their bed.
They made love with an intensity that drowned out their previous nights of passion. Their need to touch was urgent, as was their want of joining.
She cried out his name as her body trembled and released herself to its pleasure.
Tristan felt his body shudder as her body clamped down hard on him. In the instant of his orgasm, he growled the name that had risen from the deep depths of his soul.
“Mikayla!”
She gasped as his seed filled her womb creating life with their love.
Forcing the pleasure induced haze from his mind Tristan lifted his head and looked at his Vixen. She had tears running down her cheeks and her lips trembled as she tried to control her sobs.
“What is it? Did I hurt you?” He was immediately concerned, never seeing her in this state.
Her hands cupped his face. “How did you know?” she asked softly.
Tristan remembered vaguely saying a name. One that was now bursting all over his mind. “Mikayla. Is that your name?” he asked in awe. How could he have known it?
The name was unusual; he never would have guessed it.
She nodded. “Yes. You…you said my true name but…how did you know? How could…?”
Tristan shook his head. “I’m not sure but it’s like I’ve always known, it was just buried.
Mikayla smiled and kissed Tristan. “I love you.”
