End of Forever: Part 3:
For the next few weeks, Methos sneaked out every night and went to Meshda. He brought her food, clothes, and more importantly, friendship. They both knew how dangerous the risk he was taking was, but for the few hours he stayed talking with her, he felt peaceful. No matter what the horsemen had done that day, when he was with her, none of that mattered. There was only one thing that mattered when he was with her, and that was his love for her.
"Methos?" she said. She had been talking to him for 20 minutes in front of the fire, and he had given no acknowledgment that he was listening. "Methos, what's wrong?"
"What?" Methos said coming back into reality. "I'm sorry, I had my mind else where."
"At the other camp?" He nodded. "Maybe you should go back."
"No, I'm here with you now, and this is where I want to be."
"You're taking a big risk, you know. If Kronos were to catch you..."
Methos looked at her and smiled. "It's worth the risk, just to see you this happy."
"I am very happy, though there is something I've been wondering."
"What's that?" he asked.
"That day you brought me here, after I caught you watching me, you kissed me. You haven't as much as laid a finger on me since. We've shared a bed for a few hours, but I slept under the furs while you slept on top of them. Why?"
Methos drew a deep breath and brushed the hair out of her face. "I just thought that..."
"That's your problem," she whispered, smiling. "You think too much." She leaned forward and kissed him. She let her tongue penetrate his lips seeking out his tongue, which was eagerly awaiting hers.
Methos pulled back and smiled. "I've been waiting so long for that."
"I've been waiting so long to do that. Ever since that day you raided my village. When I first saw you, I knew there was something different about you, but I refused to let my feelings get the better of me because you were one of them. Then, you risked your life by letting me escape and instead of leaving me, you return every night. Why me and not one of the others, I'll never know."
"Because you wanted the same thing I do, freedom. To get away from the horsemen and start over. It's something I've wanted for a long time. I was able to help you, and that gave me a sort of freedom I'd been looking for."
"Can I ask you something?"
"I will answer anything you ask."
"How could someone like you get involved with them? I can see deep inside your soul, and I know you're not like that. You're full of good, yet you choose to be evil."
Methos stood up and looked into the fire. His immortality was the one thing he'd hidden from her, and he wasn't sure how he could explain it. "At the time it began, it was all I was. I killed to stay alive and when the horsemen rode together we were the most powerful beings on this earth. We were like brothers, all having equal power. It became a part of who and what I was."
"But what changed your mind? You sound as if you enjoyed it."
"I did. But as time wore on, it became more of a power game than the pleasure it once was. The game was to see which one of us could rape the most women, kill the most men, take the most treasures, who had the most power. It seemed as if we went from being brothers to enemies."
"What would happen if you left?"
"I can't leave. If I tried, I'd be killed."
Meshda stood up and wrapped her arms around his waist resting her head on his shoulder. "We can run. We can run far away from here. Run to a place where they'll never find us."
Methos shook his head. "It's not that easy. They'll find me. They will hunt me down no matter how long it takes and kill us both."
"Then stay the night with me. Stay till the sun rises over the glen, making love to me and then holding me in your arms until you have to leave," she whispered.
Methos turned around and wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, drawing her closer to him. "I would like nothing more." He said as he kissed her forehead.
Methos broke free for a moment and entered the tent. When he came back moments later, he spread some of the furs down on the hard ground. He sat on it and took her hand, bringing her down next to him. It was a warm night, but there was a cool breeze blowing the loose strands of her hair. He reached back and pulled the piece of string holding it back to let it fly freely. The glow of the flames on her skin made her more beautiful than he could ever have imagined, and he couldn't wait to hold her body against his.
"Methos, I..."
"Shh," he said, as he covered her mouth with his.
He laid her back onto the rug and tugged at the straps on the shirt he had given her. Once free, he cupped her full breasts as she gasped. He propped himself on his knees and lay over her being careful that he didn't crush her frail body. He kissed her full lips, ravishing her tongue with desire and passion, while his hands toyed with a nipple. He broke the kiss and slid his tongue down her neck to her breast, leaving a trail of fire on her skin. His mouth sought her nipple and one hand the other breast. His other hand slid down her body to the wet core waiting him.
Meshda had never known such pleasure. In her village, the men were scared to lie with her for fear of breaking her, so she did all the work, always satisfying them, but never being able to enjoy the experience herself. Wave after wave of emotion swept over her as he continued his exploration. She moaned as she felt him enter one finger, then two into her core as he played with the nub with his thumb. Moments later, she felt her body starting to convulse as her orgasm hit with such a power that she'd never known. "Methos!" she yelled.
Methos felt her orgasm starting and looked into her eyes. They were filled with such passion, and yet there was a hint of fear. As she screamed out his name, he lost his own control and climaxed. Methos moved his way downward, tasting her as her orgasm subsided, determined to bring her to orgasm again. He sucked and nibbled at the nub and reinserted his fingers. She was so hot and tight it was driving him mad. He had to be inside her soon, or he would loose all control and ravish her more for his pleasure than hers. He began to insert another finger, and that's when she squealed in pain.
Immediately stopping and withdrawing his fingers, he looked up at her. "You've never done this before?" She shook her head. "No man, not even Kronos, has taken you?"
"They always saw me as weak and fragile. Even Kronos thought he would crush me. Instead, I used my *other* abilities to pleasure them."
He saw the tears run down her cheeks, and he kissed them away. "I didn't know," he said. "We don't have..."
"I want to. I want you inside me, filling me with your love."
Methos hesitated. He was hard again just at the thought of taking something that had scared Kronos. "I'll try to go slow, but it's going to hurt. The pain will ease, but if it's too much, let me know, and I'll stop." She nodded and he went back down between her legs. This changed things completely for him. He had to go slow, which is something he hadn't done in centuries. He started to suckle on her pleasure spot again and slowly inserted each finger one by one. At the slightest sign of discomfort to her, he repeated sucking or nibbling harder trying to get her mind of the pain. When he felt she was wet and stretched enough, he moved back up her body, unlacing his pants and pulling his manhood out.
She gasped at his size, and trembled in fear. Methos held her, whispering soothing words into her ear and kissing her. When the trembling stopped, he stuck the tip of the head just barely inside her, playing with her with his finger. He looked into her eyes and she nodded letting him now she was ready. Slowly he inserted his shaft, stopping when she tightly closed her eyes and bit her lip. He waited, and when she opened her eyes he went further into her. This was going to be the most painful part, and he knew the best thing to do was get it over with fast.
"This is going to be the worst of it. Once I'm inside, I'll stop and let you adjust." She nodded, and without warning Methos plunged deep inside her, as she screamed in pain. He stayed still, completely inside her tight hole, and threw his head back. It felt so good, he had to bite his lower lip to keep from losing control too soon. He knew he had to wait, but he couldn't. He slowly started moving in and out feeling her adjust to the invasion. The easier it became, the harder he thrust, and after a while, he was amazed; she was anticipating and then meeting him, thrust for thrust.
She began to spasm under him, and as her orgasm hit, he pushed harder as he exploded into her, their juices flowing and mixing calling out each other's name in ecstasy. When their orgasms subsided, Methos turned her on her side so he was able to face her and still remain inside of her. She was covered in sweat and tears, and he kissed her eyelids. "I never meant to hurt you. I only meant..." he started.
She put a finger to his lips to silence him. "Like you said, it would be worth it just to see you happy." They remained in each other's arms, as he went limp and slid out of her. He pulled a fur over them and stroked her hair as she started to fall asleep. She fell asleep with all the protection she needed wrapped around her body.