Love Unforgotten by Kigaeno Moondancer 8 Sept 2007

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Place: Burmecia
Date: 17 April 1800 (About a month after Freya returns to Burmecia post-game. After 'Incohesion')
Rating: M
Characters:
Fratley Irontail, General
Freya Crescent, General
Puck, King

Having finally dispatched of Puck's inane line of questioning and delusions of grandeur, Freya was finally free to be on her own. She found herself taking a walk through the ruined city that night, wondering where Fratley was off to.

She thought about how things would be in the future... the diplomacy scheduled for a month from now, the play in Alexandria scheduled in only a week. She would leave for them tomorrow. Those should go well... she thought. But long term? Kigaeno appeared to have the best interests of his people in mind, but she couldn't get his expression from earlier out of her own mind. She always assumed when he told her he was banished for being 'militant' he just thought that they should defend themselves, but she couldn't get around the impression that what he wanted had a lot more to do with offense than defense.

Finally she hopped down into the square, the empty fountain filling her view. A moment later another figure landed opposite the fountain from her, landing gracefully on the stone road and tilting his head to look her over. It was Fratley.

"Freya, you're leaving soon, are you not?" His eyes rose to her face and he seemed deep in thought. She felt as if the eyes grazed against her very soul, a look that she had not seen since long ago, when they were in love.

She smiled, feeling a rush of euphoria just from that alone, ""Yes. I can hardly wait to see everyone."

His glance slowly went down to the pavement, straining with memory and deep in thought, "Alexandria...I went there many years ago."

There was a moment of silence. Freya found herself hoping that he was grasping on to some memory that he would successfully pull from his past. The two dragoons looked each other in the eye briefly, and then both walked forward to sit on the edge of the fountain one beside the other.

Freya looked at her hands in her lap. He looked at his. Silent for a moment though next to each other. Freya finally found herself speaking, almost to herself, "How long will it take to rebuild Burmecia...?"

A hand reached over and took hers. As the turned Fratley was looking in her eyes. "I don't care, as long as I am with you." He moved the arm around her and pulled her close to him, finally uttering the words she had wanted to hear from him. "...I love you, Freya."

'Yet he still doesn't remember his past...' Freya couldn't help but think, before replying "I just want to cherish our time right now."

Fratley leaned his head against hers. He took a deep breath, his thoughts wandering. He still didn't remember her, it was true, at least not event wise. He didn't remember meeting her, training together, or the many intimate moments they shared. He didn't remember saying goodbye and walking off into the sunset... But somehow when he looked at her, he felt love as if he had known her his entire life. What his memory lacked his heart easily remembered.

He didn't have much chance to mull that over, as he felt Freya nuzzling against his cheek. He turned to face her and found himself muzzle to muzzle, her head tilting and pulling him into a kiss. He replied without hesitation, and their tongues danced with one another between them as they kissed. Lost in the moment, their arms intertwined another another as their breath increased. Pure bliss.

Their pure bliss was broken as piece of fruit slapped Fratley in the head. Pulled temporarily from their moment, they both looked up confusedly to see Puck standing there in front of them, munching on a second piece of fruit in his hand and trying to look 'serious'. "Your majesty..." They said in unison, which just made Puck grin.

"Better be ready to leave early tomorrow!", the young King hopped off back towards the castle again, calling back, "And get a room!"

Freya cleared her throat, blushing intensely, though Fratley seemed somewhat more amused. He stood up, taking her hand in his as he did so, giving it a tug to signal for her to rise as well. Freya did stand, looking at him and blushing, "Sorry... about that.."

Fratley chuckled and leaned forward to kiss her cheek, "I believe we were just given an order Miss Crescent." This made her smile a little bit beneath the blush, taking her other hand to hold his in both, and curling her tail around to twist into a hold with his own.

Freya found herself smiling bright now, almost feeling like a school girl again, looking at him with stars in her eyes as he led her to the barracks and to her quarters. Pausing outside of the door, he turned and looked at her. Tilting his head to the side and giving her a smile, it took her a while to realize he was waiting on her to unlock her door.

She fumbled a little bit pulling them from her pocket, and moved them to the door. She promptly dropped them on the ground in front of the door, blushing at her mistake and mumbling out, "Sorry... " She bent over to pick them up, and felt a hand on either side of her behind. It seemed that she had inadvertently stuck her rump up just in the right spot for Fratley.

"Naughty. Did you drop those on purpose? Tease." Clearly Fratley was joking, in fact he seemed to be having a great deal of fun with her at this point. She blushed even further and stood up, moving the keys to the keyhole and turning it. She gave him a smile back, not answering as she opened the door and stepped through.

Fratley was close behind her, and closed and latched the door himself. Her quarters were not much more than what one would expect of an average citizen in most places, a simple kitchen area, living area, with a bed in the back. Certainly it was well kept, which is consequently why Fratley chose to take her to her own place rather than his. His was decorated like... well it was decorated in the fashion single males often decorate their homes, which is to say not at all.

Freya turned around again to face him, scratching the back of her head for a moment before taking both hands to remove her helmet. She neatly placed it on the table next to her bed and sat down. She became a little self conscious of herself, moving her hands up to pat her hair to make sure she didn't have 'helmet hair'. Fratley smiled at her, and moved to sit down next to her on the bed, pulling his own hat off and dropping it haphazardly on the floor instead next to the bed.

She turned to him and started to speak, but her lips were met with his once more before she could start, pulling her back into the same kiss as before. She felt a wonderful relief at his enthusiasm, and once again their tongued danced together.

She moved her hands to his chest, dragging them down the front of his shirt before pulling it upwards out of his jeans below. She was then able to rub up against his belly and beneath his shirt. She felt through his soft fur and found herself chrring as they pulled away from the kiss. She lay her head on his shoulder and snuggled her head against his, smiling brightly again as she felt his hands move over her own body and felt of his chest.

Fratley didn't have quite the easy access. Pulling his hands into her outer garment, he worked behind the plate in front and found her chain mail. Tracing along the edges he was barely able to feel the shirt under neath. He nuzzled against her ear and commented, "Damn woman... I think I might need a locksmith just to get to you."

Once again she found herself blushing at his light hearted comments, but she cleared her throat and slowly pulled away. A little embarrassed that she hadn't thought to shed her armor, she stood up with a smile and begin to unhitch the frontal plate. Fratley leaned back where he was, his shirt a little bit ruffled still as he watched.

Freya placed the crested frontal plate aside, and pulled her long red over-clothing over her shoulders to let it drop to the floor. Fratley grinned and looked her over at that point, commenting, "You look better without those things hiding your figure..." The male began to undo his supply belt, pulling it around and off before dropping it next to his hat. His eyes stayed on her as moved to take his smaller coat off as well.

For a moment she smiled at him for his comment, then her eyes moved over his own form while she unhitched her chain mail top. Her blush returned when her eyes met the rather prominent bulge at his pants that he wasn't feeling the need to hide. As she dropped her chain mail with a series of clinks onto the floor, Fratley stood up once again and stepped up to her.

He brushed the hair aside that had moved in front of her eyes, and stared into them. He stated, "I am ashamed for having forgotten someone such as you..." He leaned forward and gave her a much shorter kiss on the lips, his body pressing forward against hers. She felt a shiver running through her as she felt his form against her, beginning to pant as the bulge of his pants pressed against her thighs through their remaining clothing. She found herself mouthing a whisper, "I need you..."

Fratley smiled again, gently, and mouthed the word, "Patience." He was having a severe amount of fun dragging this out, despite the fact that he was tormenting himself as much as he was tormenting her. He moved his hands to her hips, slowly dragging them down her sides, settling to grip her there and moving his own hips to grind slightly against her through the clothing. His smile widened as her heard her whimper, and he stepped forward to move her back to the bed, gently putting her in a seat again.

She looked into his eyes, and he moved forward to kiss her between hers. He mouthed the word, "Relax..." . He knelt there in front of where she was seated, and his hands began to unlace the front of her remaining pants. After she was unlaced, he moved his head downward, and took a deep breath inches from her nearly exposed thighs. His hands moved down her right leg, massaging as it went, and began to unbuckle the binding near her foot.

She found herself laying back onto the bed, her legs spreading apart to allow him to work his magic. She felt him remove the binding from one of her feet and then over to the other to do the same. She could almost hear his grin as he playfully growled up at her, pausing to undo the own bindings from his hands.

Her breathing was fast, her body felt shivers going through it as she waited. She was in heaven, and content to let her true love drag out the moment as long as he desired. When his hands finally touched her form again it was like electricity surging through her. Her hips arched upwards in desire, her legs reluctantly forcing themselves together enough to allow him to pull down her pants to her knees.

Leaning forward again, he enjoyed the sight of the female in front of him. She was insanely beautiful, her form well muscled like a warrior but still lithe and feminine. He took a deep breath and moved his muzzle to her belly. He delighted in the shiver he felt as he licked up her belly across her belly button. Then using his teeth he grabbed hold of her waistband and pulled it away. He felt the resistance lower down as the slightly damp panties pulled away from her slit.

He let it go long enough to murmur, "You're a little... not dry...". She could only voice a slightly whimpered word, "Yes..."

He pulled his maw up again and gave her belly button a second lick, then moved his hands up to slowly take her panties by the edges and pull them down, peeling them off of her until they arrived at where her pants were. His eyes stayed focused on the prize in front of him as he pulled both her lower clothing pieces down to her feet. First one leg then the other were freed from their cover leaving her bottom bare.

Fratley mmmphed slightly as he leaned forward again, moving one of his hands to undo the front of his own pants to relieve some of the pressure there. His own boxer like underclothing bulged out as he let his pants shift downward enough to release it. Resisting the extreme urge to just jump up onto her and start slapping bellies right off, he instead moved his tongue to her slit and slowly slide it up from one end to the other, ending the lap by twirling the tip around her clit.

She felt herself arching her body upwards into the affection, moaning needfully as she gripped the blanket on either side of her. As his tongue returned to its start and did the same thing a second time, his hands moved up over her belly, scritching lightly through her thick fur and slipping underneath her shirt. She felt his hands grasps around her breasts and moaned out again, her hips moving in a smooth circular motion against his loving tongue.

He felt his own body shivering now at her taste, moving to lap deeper within her this time, his tongue shifting between her wet folds now and lapping further. His eyes almost rolled back, his expression looking as if he were drugged now, nose moved to rub into her clit as he attempted to drag his tongue as far within her as it would go. He moved his hands to slip beneath her bra, pushing it upwards to grasp directly at the soft squeezable orbs.

She gasps out again at the treatment, and even the little clothing she had left began to feel quite hot on her. She managed to ungrip the blankets, having to pull her claws out of the material and moved them to pull her shirt up over her head. Letting it fall on the bed above her, she attempted to lean up enough to unbuckle her bra in the back to remove it.

This no doubt took her a lot longer than it should have, her body shaking from the feel of her long lost lover's mouth licking her out. She felt herself crying out as he moved his hands down to her thighs. Fratley spread her lower lips out as he licked his, then moved to massage her folds with both hands as he ate her out quite enthusiastically.

Her moaning increased, her body moving so much with its squirms that he had to concentrate to keep his maw where they both wanted it. Teasing her clit with his muzzle and his fingers, her worked her up into a writhing incoherent mess.

The experience felt like forever to her, but finally she found herself tumbling over the peak and crying out. Her hips pressed upwards and her eyes rolled back, mouth open and saliva drooling down from the edge. She was more into this moment than she had been into any other. Her claws ripped the blanket slightly as she gripped the bed and cried out again.

Fratley felt the orgasm ripple through her as he pressed his face against her. He grinned at her reactions, feeling her legs move up along his back and wrap around his head. Forcefully she pulled him forward, his muzzle pressing against her now soaking pussy and getting an impressive blast of fluid over his face. For a moment he almost couldn't even breath, but for that moment he totally didn't feel the need to. He rolled his tongue across her spasming slit and scooped her juice back into his mouth as if it were the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.

The legs loosened their grip as she came down from her high, slowly, and he moved his head back and licked his lips. He took a deep breath and looked up at her. She was laying there breathing heavily with her eyes closed now. Grinning, the male moved up over her. Placing a hand on each side of her hips, he pulled himself upwards over her form. Slowly he moved, his muzzle licking over her form as he went. Up over her belly button, pausing to lap over each nipple, and then finally looking into her glazed eyes with a smile.

There was a moment of silence, then her hands came up to grip his chest again, pulling him over to the side to make him fall onto his back beside her. In a moment she was turned on her side and halfway atop him, her mouth moving to embrace his in yet another deep kiss. Tasting herself in his maw, their tongues shared the flavor together before she pulled back. Licking her lips, she broke the tendril of fluid that had stretched out between their lips. "Hm... I think I might prefer a different taste love.."

She gave his shirt a slight tug upwards, giving him a silent request to remove it, as her hands traced downwards to his hips. Pulling his pants downwards to his knees, she looked back at him with a smile on her face, clearly enjoying the moment now like never before. He gave her a wet smile back and moved his hands to pull his own shirt up over his head.

Freya took her hand to his crotch and massaged the well shaped form through his boxers. He felt his own hips press upwards and he groaned appreciatively. She smiled again and slowly slide her hand beneath the band of his shorts. Her fingers slightly caressed along the unseen shaft, feeling over its shape and form, familiar to her and missed for so very long.

He found himself grinning again as he sat back, a hand moving up to scritch at the side of her face. She giggled a little bit, so unlike her normal serious demeanor, and moved both hands to pull down his boxers. Pushing his pants and underclothing down past his knees, she left it to him to work them the rest of the way off with his own feet.

He did so with no small amount of difficulty, feeling her warm breath over his shaft as she felt one of her hands over his sack beneath. She felt over each of his orbs, squeezing them ever so gently and moving them around between her fingers back and forth. Finally he felt her tongue move wetly upwards from his base all the way to his tip, making him shiver as the tongue rolled around over the head of his cock.

Fratley began to wonder if he could hold up to her treatment for near as long as she held up to his. Freya quickly put her long muzzle to good use around his shaft. She held the base in her free hand and slipped her lips over the throbbing form. Her tongue moved to lap off the taste of pre on his tip and she let her moist lips drift over the shape of his maleness.

Continuing to massage at his testicles, she moved her body slightly so that she was up on all fours, giving herself better access. He found himself thrusting upwards slightly as she worked her muzzle down the length in an agonizingly slow speed. She made sure to feel over each ridge, every vein, every curve with her lips and her tongue. She explored the delicious flesh all over as she filled her muzzle full of it.

Fratley moved one hand to take hold of her head. He massaged against one of her ears which made her chrr slightly again. He pressed his hips up when the noise sent vibrations through his length and she smiled around him. Finally he felt her breath on his belly as she was nearly flush with him. He let out another moan in half surprise when he felt her throat ripple in a swallowing motion directly against his tip and her nose press against his belly, taking him fully inside.

"Holy..." The rest of his words trailed off into gleeful murmuring as he felt himself taken as deeply as he could be. The maw around his shaft moved backwards, dragging lips and tongue over the form before pressing back again, the delightful swallowing motion around his head again before he was ball deep once again. This combined with the incessant massage that his balls were getting was nearly too much for him to even fathom. There are few things as happy as discovering one's girlfriend can suppress her gag reflex.

His hips managed to match her own movements, a delicious wet sound emanating from between them as she sucked him down. Her movements sped up as his own did, her motions milking him for the sweet potion that she desired. She chrred around his shaft again, sending vibrations down through him that made his cock jump in delight, oozing pre and so painfully close to his own messy orgasm.

He found himself crying out now, moaning intensely as he pressed his hips upwards. She felt his balls contract and grinned as the first jet of delicious burmecian cum splattered up into the back of her mouth. Taking the base of his shaft in her free hand now, she stroked his base as she held her mouth open and took the second shot over her tongue, fluid splattering into her mouth and making her roll her eyes back. Taken somewhat off guard, the remainder of the fluid applied itself over the side of her muzzle.

Fratley felt himself going off and her working him to get as much as possible out of him, clenching his teeth, eyes wide, feeling her tongue move forward to lap the oozing remainder from his tip making him gasp again with its smooth form on his now quite sensitive tip.

There was a moment while he came down from his joy, and he found her crawling up upon him now. Situating her still moist slit to sit directly against the front of his shaft as she straddled his body, she leaned forward, facing dripping with his cream, and opened her maw to show him as she moved a glob of his orgasm around to spread it over her gums.

He found himself grinning at her lewd display, panting as he leaned upwards and joined her in another deep kiss, snowballing his juice back and forth between them, mixing all their fluid together before pulling apart again, both muzzles dripping now.

Freya finally panted out the words, "You're not worn out now are you? Because I'm not..." He felt her body arc slightly and her hips rotated smoothly against him. His shaft, still semi-hard, pulsed slightly against her own sex, and he mouthed the words, "I think... I can manage.."

She stared down into his eyes and him up into hers for a moment, just enjoying the time together, nude bodies pressed together as one, the movement between them making a bit of a delightful sound, their tails curling up together behind them. "I love you..." Both of them found themselves saying it at the same time.

Smiling together, Freya moved herself to sit up slightly, sliding one hand down his belly to take his shaft into her hand again. She felt it over, slowly re-hardening within her grasps, then moved her belly forward to rub its underside encouragingly over her slit. She kept her eyes on his, her tail tightening around his, her tongue moving out to lick at the dampness still on the side of her muzzle to clean it off.

Fratley felt his shaft taken and pressed against her, making him shiver once again. She pressed his tip against her slit as she slid downward over it, slipping it inward to flick his cock head against the hood of her cunt as it passed by, making both herself and him moan out slightly, and ensuring his shaft reached fully hardness again within only a little time.

Fratley moaned out finally the words that Freya had spoken earlier, "I .. need you..." Freya gave him a light kiss on the nose as she leaned forward, then moved her body back downward, this time pressing his tip to angle it into her. He popped between her lips, spreading them out around his thickness and sinking in. Both of them felt their bodies arch and groaned out as in a swift motion, he was finally belly to belly inside of her.

For a moment they held themselves together, gasping. Fratley felt the soft silk of warmth around his flesh and Freya felt herself stretched and penetrated deeply by the welcome intrusion.

Slowly their bodies begin to move together, the slippery sound of friction between two pieces of wet flesh gracing their perked ears.

"Heavens... " Freya voiced out, replied to with a soft groan from Fratley as their bodies begin to move further. Her hips rolled atop him, pressing him relentlessly inside of her soft folds and pulling him out again, slowly and deliberately to work him upwards towards the inevitable.

Fratley's hands gripped at her hips, holding her close, her own hands moving up to grasp the fur of his chest to hold herself close as well. The beautiful meeting continued for a few more minutes, incessantly, until Fratley gripped her hips more firmly to stop the motion for a moment. He grinned up at her and said, "I need more movement..."

She found herself giggling a bit, pulling herself off of him to let his shaft flop against his chest again. Moving beside him and slowly untwining their tails, she moved herself to all fours and spread her legs out behind her. He was quickly up on his knees as well, taking her around the hips with both hands and pulling her back across the bed to him.

Taking his own shaft in his hand, he felt around for her slit and pressed his tip into her again. With a surge forward he fully penetrated her once again, holding himself inside her as he leaned forward over her strong body. She chrred in delight feeling him stretch her out again, his hands sliding up along her body and moving around to her front to grasp at her breasts. Her licked the back of her neck, and then she felt his hips pull back to work into his motion once again.

She rolled her eyes back and arched her back against him, feeling his hands squeeze and fondle her breasts and her well stretched slit encompass over his shaft. She gasps and began to rotate her hips lustfully into his own smooth motions against her. Fratley actually whimpered himself from the warmth and friction as he made larger motions, pulling himself out nearly to the tip before fully pressing inward again, thoroughly enjoying every moment that dragged on.

Her tail wrapped around his waist affectionately, his own only whipping about high behind him in his excitement. His motions became faster, though careful to not drive himself over too quickly, wanting to savor every delicious moment inside of his love. The emotions ran high, bodies pumped full of hormones as they collided repeatedly together.

Fratley ran his tongue along the back of her neck, sliding it around her face. She turned her head about once again and lustfully kissed him once again, their smooth motions continuing as they kissed. Finally he pulled back again and whimpered out as she looked into his eyes. She whispered. "I... want to see you... when you... mmmmm...."

Fratley did comply, having to force himself to stop his hips from moving and actually taking a few moments to successfully do so. Moving a hand down to grasp one of her legs, he pulled it upwards and she slowly began to turn her body about. Not breaking the penetration at all, she slowly moved one leg around before she was looking up at him with an affectionate smile.

He leaned forward again and their lips joined again, eyes staring into each others soul as the motions began anew. Both hips smoothly moved against one another in practiced strokes, their movements increasing in speed as they continued. Freya's body, begging, needful to be filled by her true loves seed, arched upwards and she whimpered out loudly.

Their slapping bellies began to speed up. Their hands wandered each others body exploring all in reach as their tails tightly swirled around one another once again. Both their moans rose up together as their motion became more feral, her cunt begging to be fed, his cock begging for release.

The bed began to creak slightly from the strain of their more rapid movements, joining in with a sweet orchestra with the slapping bellies, the smacking of their muzzles against one another, the whimpers and moans from both of them as they collided together.

Fratley felt himself so close to going over, his body began to shake as he held it off, looking into her eyes as they rolled back. Her wet lips tensed delightfully around his throbbing shaft, massaging him with sweet ripples as she finally screamed out in orgasmic bliss.

She tensed up her entire body, including that which was around her lover's flesh, begging him to fill her, to pump her full, her lust filled mind entertaining thoughts of him impregnating her. He moaned out over her to join in with her own, his shaft jumping within her and spraying his second load to coat the velvety insides of her sex, spraying back into her womb as her own contractions pulled his seed deeper into her body towards its target.

Their movements became unstable, and finally he collapsed atop her, putting his head over her shoulder as he hands wrapped fully around him and held him close. Gasping out softly, they both lay in stillness and silence, the only sound in their ears that of each other's heart beating in unison, the warmth of their joining flooding their bodies will content.

Freya nuzzled at his ear, licking along it and he pulled his head back slightly to look into her eyes. He smiled weakly to her, and they nuzzled lovingly against each other. Freya whispered out to him, "Thank you for remembering our love..."

Fratley was unsure of how to reply, only bringing a hand up to brush over her face, staring at her as if she was the most beautiful thing he had ever lay eyes on. His memory might always be faulted, but he knew he was meant to be with this female as long as they would both live.