The Unforeseen
Chapter Twenty-Eight

After the festivities had finally come to an end, it was the moment Timena had been dreading, but also anticipating. She wore a dark green chemise that revealed her shoulders, the front of the material was low cut, exposing a bit of her chest as her long curls fell free. She was led to two large doors and upon opening them, she entered an enormous red bedroom. In the middle sat a sizable bed that was covered in plush, tan and gold pillows and covers. A thinly veiled canopy swayed lightly and through it, she could see Silas standing on the other side of the bed.

"My beautiful wife." He took extreme pleasure in the word.

Timena grinned awkwardly at him as he slowly approached her. Putting his arms around her waist and pulling her to him, Silas was grinning from ear to ear.

"How do you feel?" He asked, curiously.

"Nervous, but, good." She avoided his gaze.

"I love you."

And before Timena could respond, she felt his warm lips against hers. Her small frame went almost limp in Silas' embrace as his hands began to wander over her body. He kissed her slowly, wanting to take his time, enjoying the feel of her.

Tingles followed wherever his fingers touched, sending tingles of pleasure throughout Timena's body— his tongue delved into her mouth deeply as he led her to the edge of the bed.

"Are you alright?" He pulled away momentarily, looking at her with lust in his eyes.

Her eyes opened slightly. "More than alright." She bit her lip, pulling him back down to meet her lips.

Silas untied her nightgown, slowly lowering it until it reached the floor, his eyes focusing on hers the entire time. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples enticingly. Taking one into his mouth, his tongue began to tease it before nipping tenderly. He focused on giving them both attention to the point that Timena could feel the sensation in her very core.

Pulling his head up to hers, she wound her fingers into his hair, connecting their lips. His fingers stroked the smooth skin of her back and she arched against him eagerly, lifting her up easily he moved to place her gently on the bed.

She laid before him now, her legs open for him. Silas' grew hard at the sight of Timena's glistening folds, it had been the most inviting sight he had ever witnessed. The night would be over before it had even begun if he couldn't control himself, he thought. His hands began to roam over her, from her feet to her thighs, her hips to her breast— he wanted her on the brink, he wanted her to enjoy every moment.

Finally, he bent down to taste her, a gasp of pleasure escaped her lips. He lapped at the sensitive area slowly, entirely too captivated as he watched her body arch and grind against his mouth, her quiet moans filling the room.

"Silas." She moaned under her breath.

The sound of her soft voice calling his name had caused his manhood to twitch. Freeing himself finally, he moved up to meet her lips in a wet kiss before leveling himself between her thighs. He waited for any indication that she wanted him to stop, but all he could see was sexual frustration etched in her delicate features.

He slowly rubbed against her and her hips lifted against him, his arms encircled her head as he stared into her hooded eyes. He entered her slowly, she was warm and tight, his body tensed as he continued slowly. When he had buried himself to the hilt, he wiped away the few tears that had escaped Timena's eyes, he didn't want her to be uncomfortable and in pain but there had been no avoiding it.

"I'm sorry. Are you alright?" He asked, caressing her cheek.

"I think this might hurt more than when Barinon stabbed me." She joked through the discomfort.

Silas stared at her blankly, choosing to ignore her comment. "Tell me when it's alright to move." Beads of sweat had begun to form on his forehead.

Her muscles began to ease around the length of him and she nodded hesitantly. Bending his head down to meet her lips, he teased her with his mouth, his tongue entwining with hers, creating a small feeling of pleasure through the pain. He eased in and out of her steadily, and the pain slowly dissipated overtime as he continued at a relaxed pace.

As she eventually began to meet his thrusts, he reveled in the feel of how she felt. Her legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer to her, she was slowly chipping away at any amount of semblance he might have had left. The wonder in her eyes and soft moans caused him to pick up his pace as he drove in and out of her— the intense feelings of pleasure as he stroked inside her was unimaginable, Timena wondered how she had only ever been interested in swords and other weapons her entire life.

Silas' provocative words in her ears and vigorous thrusts caused her insides to quiver, her nails dug into his back as she fought to get him as close to her as possible. He seemed to go deeper with each stroke and Timena could feel her body nearing a climax, and so could he. He shifted to a slow, languorous pace causing her eyes to roll back, her breath hitched with each exquisite stroke and tremors of intense pleasure wracked through her.

"Do you know how amazing you feel?" He whispered.

Timena was too caught up in her own pleasure that she had barely heard what he had said, it was sweet torture. His tongue trailed over her neck, stroking the flesh as well and her moans grew more desperate with need. Capturing his mouth with hers, Timena sucked, bit and kissed at his lips, relishing in the entire sensation until he started to thrust into her determinedly as his fingers reached between the juncture of her thighs, massaging the sensitive nub, eventually pushing her over the edge entirely.

With a loud cry, Timena's orgasm swept through her entire body in waves and not too soon after so did Silas'. With a deep yell, he buried himself to the hilt, pouring himself into her entirely.

Almost collapsing on top of her, Silas quickly rolled over, his back landing on the bed and pulling her to him so that she rested beside him. The sounds of their heavy breathing echoed throughout the room— wrapping her arms and leg around him, she pulled herself closer, resting her head on his chest.

Neither of them could believe the sheer force of their climax only moments ago, Timena's body still trembled as she came down from her orgasm.

"Now you know what I can do with my-"

Timena covered his mouth suddenly, rolling her eyes. "Not another word."

Silas chuckled, holding her chin before kissing her for a long moment. "I love you."

He pulled her small body against his chest so that she was now on top of him. Wrapping her arms around him, he kissed her gently as his fingers trailed back and forth along her spine.

Silas watched intently as Timena slept, the covers loosely draped around her body revealing her breasts. He paid close attention as her chest rose and fell quietly, fighting to overcome the sudden urge to wake her up. She was perfect, he had never felt anything more intense than being inside her and he couldn't wait until it happened again.

"Stop watching me sleep." Her voice rung out in the silence. "Well rather, my breasts."

Silas chuckled, pulling her body to his suddenly. "I can't help it, resisting this little delectable body of yours would be a crime." He nuzzled at her neck. "How do you feel?"

The soreness between her legs was painful but remembering what had caused it brought a warm smile to her lips. "I think I'll survive." She teased.

"I just want to stay in bed with you all day." His tongue lightly traced her neck.

"We'll have plenty of time for that, let's seize the day." Timena got up quickly, only to be pulled back suddenly.

Silas' lips found hers and before she knew it, her mouth was moving along with his. Her head rested against his forearm, with his free hand, Silas slowly reached down between her legs.

"I knew it, you're wet for me." He whispered against her lips.

"And?" She countered.

"You're going to come for me." His fingers began to massage the bundle of nerves and Timena's head fell back against his arm.

Weeks had passed now, Silas had given Timena as much time as he could offer, but he needed to get back to Calyx. It had been almost unbearable at times for Timena to say her goodbyes— she had been reduced to tears when she saw Samuel, Eurina, Norman and especially Enoch's sad faces. It felt as though she was leaving a piece of herself behind, and it pained her greatly. The unresolved issues she'd had with any of her family members had, for the time being been put aside as time dwindled down.

"We will visit dear, and you'll come back. Don't fret, we won't be too far away." Adelia wiped away her daughter's tears as she tried to hold back her own.

Timena couldn't speak, she was afraid her voice would would give out and that she'd fall into a puddle of tears, so she smiled as best she could. Timena hugged her mother tightly, thinking back to how much she would miss her constant disapproval of her tunics, breeches, armor and swords. She would miss her persistence on matters, she couldn't help but laugh at the memories. Delacroix had held on to her with a bruising grip— Timena caressed her younger sister's head, she wasn't certain if their relationship could ever fully be repaired, but a part of her was hopeful. As time had passed, she realized that Delacroix was foolish and irrational with some decisions, but her remorse was comforting, to know that she regretted what she had done. Timena had been angry, but in the end perhaps her sister had done her a favor, she thought.

She stood before her father, feeling like a small child. The man she had looked up to her entire life, the one who had trained her, given her the freedom to hone her craft and be who she wanted to be... he had been partially erased. She would always want to be like her father, she didn't think she could ever change that but now that she was aware of his faults, her view of him was permanently skewed. It was hard to look at him the same after everything he had done as well as the things she had discovered about him.

"My warrior child." He said pridefully.

Timena's lips faltered and her eyes had become glassy. "Father."

Pulling her towards him, Vassar held her in a warm embrace, resting his chin against the crown of her head. "I'm sorry for the many ways I've failed you, I pray that you'll replace it in your heart to forgive me. I love you." He whispered before slowly pulling away.

Timena's face remained blank, but inside she felt a number of emotions that were clouding her thoughts.

She walked over to Silas, he caressed her face while offering a smile.

"We can go." She said sadly before walking towards the large ship.

Timena made it on to the top deck, Silas came behind her, nuzzling her neck.

"You'll like Calyx, I promise." He spoke softly.

She remained silent, slightly nodding, unsure of how to respond in a way that wouldn't sound rude. Miro yelled out for his assistance and Silas kissed her cheek before slowly retreating.

Timena sighed, trying to calm her nerves for the journey ahead.

"I think you'll like it too."

Turning her head suddenly, Timena nearly lost her balance at the mere sight of Clara's pale face smiling at her.

"You didn't think you'd gotten rid of me, did you Sadon?" She smirked.

Timena couldn't help but smile, at least she would have a familiar face joining her.

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Thank you for the support over the course of me writing this story. Silas and Timena's story isn't over yet though, stay tuned for part two of their story. Thank you again!