Macha's Journey 179 Packing For ?Le Des Rêves

When she looked at Tyr, who did not even break a sweat, she became discouraged. His broad shoulders and cool demeanor made him seem larger than life. Her goal was to catch up to him, but it seemed so far out of her reach.

Tonight they agreed to train by the Zaysan Lake where she had dueled with Kurbiika a few years ago. The park looked beautiful with the freshly fallen winter snow. Earlier in the evening they ordered a few kebabs and had strolled around enjoying the moonlight bouncing off of the powdery snow.

His voice was like a cold steel wall when he commanded her, "Come. Stop wasting time. In a fight, you won't have the luxury to rest."

He loved Macha, but she had not been progressing as quickly as she did before the war. Since they came back from the war, Tyr felt he was being too lenient on her. The bliss of being with her again made it difficult to be strict. Today he resolved that he needed to focus on preparing her for the real world instead of being so indulgent.

Macha charged at him. In a shameless effort to get a hit in, Macha stepped to her right and feinted an attack before s.h.i.+fting her body for a low blow to his right gut. Tyr said he would not use his right side, so that was the most vulnerable area for her to attempt a strike.

Tyr bent his leg and raised his knee up to his chest. He extended it and swung it across in a large circle. The crescent kick knocked Macha to the ground. He body dropped deep into the dry snow and the light powdery flakes puffed up around her.

"Get up," he commanded in a strict tone. "An enemy would have stabbed you by now. Don't forget to counter or roll out of the way if something knocks you p.r.o.ne."

Now he worried about how slow she was at defending herself. Her speed had increased, but she was still forgetting to do recovery moves after being hit.

Macha got up and dusted the snow off of her. "Sorry. Your kick knocked the wind out of me. It stunned me for a second."

The snow had cooled her face off, which was nice. She did not want to admit that after recovering from the attack, she spent a second to enjoy how the powdery snow cooled her hot skin.

Today Tyr was pus.h.i.+ng her. It felt as if he upped his speed and skill compared to what he usually did. She realized it was probably difficult for him to hold back so much.

This time, Macha charged at him and did not feint her attack. Instead, she let him block it but immediately twisted her body. Her shoulders dipped down to the ground as she swung her leg into the air.

Tyr stopped her kick by pus.h.i.+ng her away from him with the wooden pole that he held.

Macha's body flew into the air and landed in the snow. She continued the roll and stood up. As soon as she got up from the snow, Tyr's staff hit the ground where her body had been.

He used the end of his pole to flick a pile of snow at her face. Macha blocked it with her forearm. It was a distraction and Tyr whipped the wooden staff around so it would descend upon her skull.

Macha raised her blade into the air, the staff stopped just above her head. A few of her hairs sensed the pole wiggling just above her.

The sound of wood sc.r.a.ping against wood echoed through the night as she slid down the shaft towards him. Her dagger was still above her, holding the pole back. When she was within arm's reach, she grabbed the rod and pulled Tyr towards her.

Tyr released the weapon to avoid being drawn in. As soon as Macha saw him release the staff, she shoved it back at him.

In order to stop the end of the staff from striking him, he had to grab onto it again. While he did this, Macha let go of the weapon and moved in to stab him.

Tyr's right hand snaked out and stopped her dagger.

He did not smile, but his eyes held pride in them. He pulled her wrist up, drawing her nearer so he could kiss her forehead. "Good. You forced me to use my right side."

He was pleased that he pushed her today. This was the first time she made him use his other hand. She had thought outside of her normal attacks and her moves had surprised him.

He held her close, enjoying the feel of her soft body against his. He could not resist leaning down to give her a real kiss.

His lips teased her mouth open and indulged in her sweet taste. After she lost her balance in his arms, he asked headily, "Shall we head back?"

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Macha laid with her back on the bed. She had one leg crossed over the other and she tapped her foot in the air as she read a book. It was a red leather-bound romance novel about a shadow person who fell in love with a woman.

As her dainty foot bobbed up and down, Tyr tossed the last of his clothes into their luggage. She finished packing a week ago, but he had put it off till tonight.

Boreas's Day was tomorrow and he planned to take Macha on a small trip to the floating island of Île des Rêves, in the morning. While there was not a city or resort on the island, it was a place that he imagined she would enjoy. He planned to spend a few days there, camping and having the whole island to themselves.

Tyr locked the black trunk and sat at the foot of their bed.

A slow smile spread across Macha's face and she blushed a little. Palila and Minh recommended this novel. They said she needed to read it so they could all talk about it.

Tyr wondered what was so amusing. From what he understood, it was just another romance story.

Tyr's eyes moved up and down Macha's curves. He noticed she wore a lacy royal blue thong. The color stood out against her black silk nightgown. His head s.h.i.+fted to the side as he watched her small foot bounce in front of him.

The corners of his lips turned up, and he traced his fingers along her inner thigh. "What are you grinning about?" he asked.

Macha's mouth opened with surprise and she put the book down. She propped her body up on her elbows, "I was just reading about the shadow man and the heroine sharing their first kiss..."

Tyr licked the delicate arch of her foot.

"Why bother reading that when you have me?" his playful question did not hide the l.u.s.t in his voice.

Macha tried to get up, but he placed his fingers on her chest, "Lie back."

He then moved his hand down her body, leaving a warm trail behind. Her body raised with his touch and she held her breath. Her eyes watched as Tyr traced his thumb around her folds, gliding it across her slit.

The green of his eyes was dark with l.u.s.t and he admired how his fingers looked as they tormented her. His other hand took her ankle and brought her foot up so he could kiss her toes.

He stuck his middle finger into her warm s.e.x. He only allowed it to go halfway, as he stroked her slowly. Bringing it out, he spread her wet heat around, "You like that?"

Macha only replied with labored breathing, her wet honey dripped down onto the sheets.

Tyr slowly inserted his middle and ring fingers into her. He motioned for her to come, pressing against the spot she liked most.

"Ohh.." she moaned.

He used his thumb to tease her c.l.i.t. Macha's hips lifted off the bed to press his thumb harder against her.

"Tyr please," she pleaded.

Hearing Macha cry out for him, he ripped her thong off and undid his pants.

He rested the tip of his arousal against her. He teased her, only putting the head in, then taking it out. "You want this?"

"Tyr," she tried to move so he would enter her fully, but he pulled back.

Unable to tease her any longer, he pushed his hard shaft deeper into her and felt her wet heat surround him. Her juices slid up his length as he started with light strokes, getting deeper with each thrust. When his arousal was wet enough, he buried himself in her.

As he moved, he grabbed Macha's ankles and brought them up against his chest. It made her tighten around him more.

The headboard slammed against the wall and Macha cried out with pleasure.

"Tyr! I'm coming, f.u.c.k me!"

As she tightened up around him, he released his own need. He wrapped her legs around him and moved down to give her a deep kiss.

He pressed himself as deep as possible in her, hoping she could feel the entirety of his love. "I love you."