The Fall of Eden

Chapter Six- The Betrothed

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Olivandier stood outside one of the silver doors upstairs pacing back and forth. He couldn't recall how long he'd been standing there debating on what his next move was. This was silly. He thought, why would he be so nervous right now? Why was he so torn up about seeing her? His hands were sweating profusely, and they looked to be trembling in the cool light of the moon shining through the hallway windows.  He reached out to twist the knob, but jerked his hand back as the door swung open revealing a short, dark haired girl. Her mocha complected skin contrasting wildly with her bright green optics, patches of it exposed by the scant amount of cloth struggling to cover her most intimate parts.     "Aliana.." Oli sighed, taking her into his arms, and gently kissing the top of her dark curly mop. "Why aren't you dressed, dinner is soon?" Aliana smirked at him, reaching up and wrapping her delicate hands around his neck. She could barely achieve this simple act, being so small, but she made it look easy. 

"I was thinking we could skip dinner, and maybe... feed a different hunger." she winked at him, her words causing his chest to lurch. Oli swallowed, this was not out of character for Aliana at all, normally she would already be peeling off layers of his clothing. But it felt so different now, standing there with her after the events of the day. After Micah  Oli shook his head of his thoughts, what was his problem? He had never acted like this before and he loved Aliana. Maybe he just needed to remind himself why. 

    He returned her smirk, backing her up into the bedroom and slamming the door behind him in a furious spout of his new found hunger. He spun her around pushing her against the door as he begun kissing up her neck until finally their lips crashed together in a messy haze, parting only to pull the fabric of her top over her head. Oli looked down, admiring her smooth breasts that fit perfectly in his hands. He took an opportunity to catch his breath, peeling off his own shirt so that they were standing with their bare chests smashed against each other. She pulled down her shorts kicking them into the darkness of the bedroom as she felt for the buttons on his trousers. 

"You're so sexy..." he whispered now admiring the fully nude goddess in front of him. She smiled sadistically, her knees enthusiastically meeting the cold marble floor. He eyed her suspiciously as she pulled down his trousers revealing his now erect c**k. He was so ready for her, he couldn't stand it. Her warm lips interrupted his thoughts, as she took him into her mouth, just the tip at first then slowly taking him deeper and deeper with each movement of her head. Finally his whole c**k was wet with her warm saliva. He gently grabbed the back of her head, pushing his c**k deeper in her mouth until he could feel the tip of it hit the back of her throat. He watched as her eyes began to water, but she took the whole thing into her mouth as she had many times before without issue. He pulled out of her, picking her up off the floor as his hands wandered all over her body, finally landing on her plump ass. He squeezed gently, using his grip to lift her up, planting her firmly against the door, her short legs wrapping around the slight angles of his hips. The tip of his c**k begged for entry, pressing gently against the wetness between her thighs.

"Yes Oli! Take me!" She moaned, pushing back against him, causing the head of his c**k to slip into her with ease. He moaned in response, fulfilling her wishes by roughly pushing the remainder of his hard throbbing d**k into her. One hand held her waist as the other one dipped between them going to work on her dripping wet c**t. She moaned loudly , her arms wrapping around his neck using them to slide up and down on his c**k. It felt so good, her wet essence, being deep inside her, juices flowing between them. Oli could feel the pressure building inside him, he wasn't going to last much longer. 

"God Aliana, you feel so f*****g good, I'm gonna c*m!" Oli moaned now out of breath from their vigorous thrusting. He pinned her to the wall, pushing into her harder and faster until he felt her tighten around his now throbbing c**k. She screamed, her juices exploding as her body began to quiver with each thrust. He grabbed her shoulders pulling her harder onto him with each thrust as he felt her contract around his c**k. It caused him to tense in response, and finally he felt his c**k explode. Each thrust dumping more and more of his hot juices deep inside her quaking body. He sighed, collapsing against the door and burying his face in her neck. 

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    Micah awoke to a thudding sound, she stood quickly ready to pounce. Then slowly realized where she was. It had not been a dream, she was really being kept hostage in a bedroom. She could hear the sound echo through the hallway and she glared harshly at the door. What was going on? Had the council come to take her? As her brain, riddled with anxiety, fought to make sense of her reality she heard the lock in the door click. Her gaze never moved from the door, waiting for a fleet of Golden haired warlocks to come busting through it at any moment, but instead it was silence. Other than the rather repetitive pounding resounding against the walls. Micah reached for the silver handle, twisting it slowly and pushing the door open. Light from the moon poured in through the windows in the hallway, making all of the silver glimmer beautifully against the emerald green walls. 

    She looked both ways, searching for the source of the thumping but there was no one there, not even the person who had unlocked the door. Micah bit her lip, her silver eyes darting either direction, still afraid someone would come out of nowhere and take her. The thumping had stopped at this point, and she had no way of identifying its source. She might as well take this opportunity to go exploring. She pulled the door shut quietly, her bare feet shuffling on the smooth cool of the marble floor. She wondered if Hadley had ever told Finithe to meet her, no one had ever come by, at least no one she had heard. 

 "Come on, we have to get to dinner."

    The sudden outburst caused Micah to jump, spinning around quickly to see Oli, her heart sunk in her chest. Her rest had given her heart time to soften towards him again, it was so hard to stay angry when he was actually there. She eyed him suspiciously as she noticed he was buttoning the front of his trousers. She swallowed hard as another figure poured into the hallway, a beautiful woman with dark curling locks like Oli's piled atop her head, a silver gown, much like her own clung loosely to her slim frame. Her eyes went wide as it clicked in her mind what was happening. Micah froze, watching as Oli closed the door behind them, and loosely wrapped his arm around the girls waist, like he'd done it a thousand times. Like it was the most natural thing he'd ever done. Her chest tightened and she could feel herself struggle to breathe. Her heart was breaking in slow motion. No, not breaking, shattering. Shattering into a million pieces right here on the cold marble floor. He wouldn't...not HER Oli.

    Olivandier looked up then, their eyes locking as he quickly released his grip on Aliana. 

"Micah..." Oli croaked, his hand naturally reaching out to her. Micah shook her head warm streaks of tears streaming down her face.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" He said softly, oddly feeling as if he had committed some vial betrayal.  Micah could feel the earth fall away below her, a tsunami of anger rushing over her. 

"I'm fine" she said through gritted teeth. She couldn't believe he would do this, she had been pining for him for years and here he was completely wrapped up in someone else. Entangled in her like a drunken tree. He had completely forgotten her. Completely moved on, and he didn't even seem ashamed in the least. "I think I made a mistake" she whispered as her eyes fixed on her toes. "I don't know you at all" With that Micah turned and slowly walked down the hallway towards the staircase leaving Oli staring after her in confusion.

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  "What was that about?" Aliana hadn't stopped asking questions since Micah had walked away she was convinced Oli wasn't giving her the whole story.

"I-I don't know, she was fine earlier, that's the girl I told you about, with the dragon" Oli sighed, pushing helplessly at the salad on his plate. Why did he feel so terrible? Miserable even, he had just had hot steaming s*x with the girl of his dreams and all he could think about was Micah's face, twisted in pain and anger, tears streaming down her cheeks. I don't know you at all. The words kept replaying in his mind, maybe there was something to all this nonsense about her being his friend. She wouldn't be this upset if he had meant nothing to her. If they hadn't been something more...

"Oli! Hello?" Oli looked up from his plate, Aliana was waving her fork in front of him demanding his attention. "Why are you ignoring me?" She whined. Oli rolled his eyes, this was one of her more unattractive qualities. 

"I'm not, I'm just tired. I think I might turn in early." He looked around the table once more, Micah had not come to eat after their awkward exchange in the hallway, he needed to talk to her. One on one, he needed to get to the bottom of this whole thing so he could focus again. 

"Oh yeah?" Aliana reached down rubbing his upper thigh with her hand. "You're ready to go again already?" Oli grabbed her hand and kissed it, letting it fall to her side. 

"No, I think i need rest tonight, I'm going to stay in my own room. I can come by in the morning" Aliana looked unpleased but she grudgingly nodded. Oli leaned forward and kissed her forehead, brushing the hair behind her ear before getting up from the table. He tried to remain calm as he walked out of the dining hall into the hallway, but inside he was eager to find Micah. To get a chance to explain.... no, not explain what was he thinking, she needed to be the one to explain right? Why was he so messed up in the head about this girl? 

After almost an hour of searching Oli finally wandered into the garden. It had been the only place in the castle he hadn't looked and he knew after the chat with his father that he wouldn't be allowing Micah outside the castle walls anytime soon. Not until she was fully trained. Oli looked around at the swirling greenery surrounding him. The garden had been one of the most beautiful and peaceful places he had ever known. He remembered seeing it for the first time as a child, his mother had spent most of her time here, tending and weeding the gorgeous flowers and picking the fruits during harvest. He walked tirelessly toward the center of the garden where a large apple tree swirled out of the ground, intimidating the other plants with its ominous presence. The apples were a bright swirling green, imitating the bright light of his eyes. Eating the fruit off this tree is what transformed kindling's into full fledged Naturists after training. 

    He lightly picked at the bark, leaning helplessly against it for support. Where was she? She couldn't have gotten far. He peered around the tree his vision encountering Finithe across the garden, and there next to him, was Micah. Finally. What in the hell was she doing with HIM? Oli could feel a bitter taste creep up his throat as he watched Finithe pick up Micah's hand and kiss it gently before he led her up the stairs to the balcony that overlooks the garden. Oli's mind was on fire,  why would she be with him? He stared harshly at them both. 

"Why do you even care?" he whispered under his breath "She's not yours, you have a fiancé, you love her. What is your problem?" Oli's fist clenched and before he knew it, it had landed hard on the tree in front of him, causing pain to shoot through his wrist. His head snapped up at the scene in front of him, Finithe's hand placed lightly on her waist, he couldn't stand it anymore. Then he was moving, faster and faster until he was right there. Micah's eyes were wide and he could see the pain lingering there reminding him of his helpless encounter earlier. He hated to bring her pain, even though he had just met her, it tore at him from inside his chest.

"Get away from her lightbulb!" He spat, his arm pulling up and swinging hard, connecting with the strong chiseled jaw of the warlock in front of him, golden blood splattering the plants around them. Finithe, however seemed unamused, he hadn't even flinched at the blow. Then Oli buckled in pain, it shot through his arm like hot fire. NO NO NO NO He looked down, the burning sensation emanating from a new bright red mark.... Envy....