As I slowly emerged from the depths of sleep, the golden rays of sunlight caressed my skin, and the heavenly scent of freshly brewed coffee lured me out of bed. Lennon stood by my side, a soft smile gracing his beautiful face as he handed me a comforting mug. It was our cherished tradition, this serene morning interlude that bound us together, just the two of us against the world. But today, there was an unspoken sorrow that clung to the air between us. Tomorrow, I would depart for Anahate, and the weight of that knowledge hung heavy over us like a shadow. Lennon’s gaze, those piercing golden orbs that seemed to see into the depths of my soul, locked onto mine, and I could feel him sense my apprehension. He closed the distance between us, his tone soft and soothing, as he inquired if I wished to spend our final day delving into the Visu hot springs. I had witnessed one before, where Ozzy had emerged from, but he promised a greater cluster lay beyond, ripe for exploration. A shiver of anticipation coursed through me, and I eagerly nodded in agreement. As we began to pack a picnic, the tension between us began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of carefree joy. His hands brushed against mine as we worked together, our fingers intertwining as we passed the bread and cheese back and forth. I felt his eyes on me, and I glanced up to find him watching me, a soft smile playing on his lips. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. With every slice of fruit, he drew closer until his chest brushed against my back. The warmth of his breath on my skin ignited a fire within me, and I could feel my heart quicken. His lips traced along the curve of my neck, sending delicious tingles down my spine. My eyelids fluttered closed as he pressed a tender kiss to the back of my neck, and I couldn't help but let out a blissful sigh. His hands wrapped around my waist, pressing my back into his chest. The heat of his body seeped into mine, a comforting weight that I desperately clung to. In that instant, I yearned for nothing more than to stay in his embrace forever. The mere thought of separation was enough to shove a knife in my heart and twist it until it shattered into pieces. As we finished gathering our supplies for the picnic, he grabbed my hand and spun me around to face him. His intense gaze bore into mine as he leaned in, his lips barely grazing against mine in a tender, lingering kiss.

"I’ll be working to get out of The Dread every second of every day. I’ll make it my life purpose to be with you in Anahate," he whispered, his breath dancing against my lips.

I nodded, my chest swelling with emotion as we packed everything up and made our way towards the hot springs.

As we strolled through the forest, the warm sunlight filtering through the trees above us, I felt a sense of tranquility wash over me. The air was alive with the sweet scent of pine and the gentle hum of magic, drawing us closer to the hot springs. His hand brushed against mine, sending a spark of electricity through me, and I knew that this day, our last together before I left for Anahate, was going to be one I would cherish forever. As we emerged from the trees, the hot springs unfolded before us like a shimmering oasis. The clear turquoise water seemed to glow with an otherworldly light, as if the very essence of life had been distilled into this one, breathtaking sight. Steam lifted off the surface, creating a veil of mystery that seemed to dance on the breeze, infusing the air with an ethereal magic. I felt my breath catch in my throat as I gazed upon the sheer number of springs, each one unique, each one radiating a different temperature, a different energy. There was one large spring, a majestic centerpiece, surrounded by smaller ones that seemed to cluster around it like a constellation of stars. I wandered closer, feeling the heat emanating from each one, sensing the subtle variations in temperature. Lennon smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, as he watched me explore this natural wonder. The air was alive with the hum of magic, a gentle thrumming that seemed to vibrate through every cell in my body. I felt my senses come alive, my heart pounding in time with the pulse of springs. The pine trees towered above us, their branches swaying gently in the breeze, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. The sound of birdsong filled the air, accompanied by the gentle trickling of a small waterfall, creating a symphony of sound that was both soothing and exhilarating. It was like stepping into a fairytale, a dream world where magic was woven into the very fabric of reality. I felt a deep sense of peace settle over me and let out a sigh of gratitude. Lennon laid out a blanket near his beloved spring, the one with a temperate perfection, and began setting up the picnic. I gazed, entranced, as he moved with a graceful fluidity, his muscles rippling beneath his shirt. And then, in one smooth motion, he stripped off his shirt to reveal the chiseled, breathtaking expanse of his chest. My gaze lingered on him, heart pounding with a heady blend of yearning and longing. His intense gaze met mine and I felt the electric charge between us, a feral craving that sparked between us like wildfire. He moved closer, his hands reaching for my dress as if they were drawn by some unseen force. His movements were deliberate as he eased my dress off, drawing me closer until our bare skin met. And then our bodies were intertwined, skin on skin, his lips teasing mine in a gentle kiss. Our tongues danced together, a slow, sensual waltz that left me breathless. The warmth of his tongue, the way it stroked mine, sending shivers down my spine. Our mouths parted open deepening the kiss, our lips moving in perfect sync, as if we were two halves of a whole. The world around us faded into the background, leaving only the thrum of magic, the beat of our hearts, and the sweet taste of him. My hands greedily grasped at his pants, eagerly stripping him bare. Then I reached for the hardening part of him, but he halted my advances, wanting to prolong and savor the moment. With a firm grip on my waist, he effortlessly lifted me into the air, eliciting a delighted squeal from me as my legs entwined around his waist. The warmth of the hot spring enveloped us as we made our way towards it, his hardness pressing against me with every step. With my bare body pressed against his, a wetness pooled at my core. He released a feral growl of approval, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled my scent. He lowered us into the steaming hot spring, slowly sitting down as my legs straddled him. I could feel his hardness pressing against my core, tempting me to take him in. It would be so easy to slip him inside, but Lennon was a Sidhe who liked to take things slow, to savor every moment. So we sat there, locked in a heated gaze, his hand caressing my cheek as he brushed a stray hair behind my ear. Then his hand traveled down, delicately tracing over my chest until it found my breasts. He firmly enclosed them in his hands, a light gasp escaping my lips as tingles of pleasure coursed through me. Then he slowly released his hold, leisurely tracing his thumb over the apex.

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"I absolutely adore these," he whispered, gazing down at them with reverence.

Bracing a hand on my lower back, he tilted us back as he leaned down, lavishing them with kisses, licks, and gentle sucks with complete devotion. A soft moan escaped my lips as he expertly nibbled in all the right places, a skill honed over centuries. He knew precisely where to kiss, how hard to bite, and when to lick; pleasing me was like an art form to him, and he had mastered his craft perfectly. I gently rocked my hips against his hardness as he caressed and worshipped my breasts, causing him to let out a muffled moan of satisfaction. I gently moved my body back and forth, massaging against his cock with the heat of my core. The desire to have him inside me consumed me, almost painfully. We hadn't taken that step yet, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. His cock pulsed with each movement as I playfully teased him, sliding back and forth in agonizingly slow movements. Then he grabbed my upper thighs with a dominating grip, picking me up and bending me over in a swift effortless motion. I was completely exposed to him, my body stretched out over the rough rocks of the hot spring. Water trickled down my skin as he gripped my ass and gently parted me, taking in the sight before him.

“You're exquisite” he whispered, his voice laced with a feral hunger.

His hands roamed over my slick body, caressing every curve and dip like he was memorizing me. He massaged and squeezed my upper thighs, inching closer to where I yearned for his touch. His fingers lightly grazed the edge of my center, eliciting a soft moan from my lips. He continued to explore and worship me with his hands, slowly teasing and building up the anticipation.

I was desperate for him, beyond ready for him, begging with a single word: "Please,” my voice was breathless.

“Right there?” he teased, gliding his fingers agonizingly close to where I craved them, but not quite all the way.

“Closer,” I pleaded, pulsing and swelling, aching for him.

But it wasn’t his fingers I felt next. I groaned as the warmth of his tongue enveloped my wetness, licking a long trail from apex to base.

"You taste incredible," he guttered before diving in again, eagerly ravishing every inch of me like a delicious feast.

Then with a seductively slick movement, he slid his tongue inside. I flexed at the intense sensation, pulling him deeper inside me. I longed for him to fill me, yearning with every inch of my being. I had been ready for him for what felt like eternity, and it took all of my self-control not to plead for his cock. He groaned in approval as his tongue engulfed me, gripping my upper thighs and spreading me for better access. I pulsed around his tongue silently begging for more. Then he focused on my most sensitive spot, drawing it into his mouth and sucking it gently. My moans grew louder with each suction, building me up to release.

“Please,” I desperately groaned, “I want you inside of me.”

He chuckled softly, clearly enjoying teasing me in this way. "Patience, Ace. The buildup only makes it better," he taunted.

I huffed impatiently, craving him more than ever.

"And besides, I want to ensure you're fully prepared for me. I wouldn't want to harm my most precious possession," he teased.

"You won't hurt me," I begged, desperate for his cock. "I can handle it."

But then, without warning, he plunged three fingers inside of me. I yelped at the sudden mixture of pleasure and pain, his fingers filling me up completely.

He clicked his tongue, “See? I knew you weren’t ready,” working me in and out as I stretched around his fingers. “I’ll be a lot bigger than three fingers.”

I could sense his wicked grin, hidden behind his light panting as he pumped stronger and deeper. I was utterly at his mercy, my body bent over the steaming hot spring, completely surrendered to him. His Sidhe fingers were far larger and more skilled than any mortals could ever hope to be; and the way he masterfully manipulated them brought forth an intense sensation that reverberated through me. With each careful movement, he ignited my senses, hitting every sweet spot with precision. My legs trembled as he propelled me deeper and deeper into ecstasy. The anticipation was unbearable, each thrust of his fingers igniting a symphony within me. My body was on fire, teetering on the brink of ecstasy as he expertly hit every spot with primal urgency. His pace quickened, fueled by a panting desire that matched my own.

“You’re mine,” he uttered through his panting breath, “And when you’re truly ready for me,” he groaned, pumping me over and over, “This cock will be yours.”

Then his other hand joined in, circling the most sensitive part of me until I burst around him, crying out for him as I exploded in pure bliss. The sensation was overwhelming, like a tidal wave crashing against the shores of my soul. Every cell in my body sang in unison under his slowing thrusts, melting into a puddle of surrender against him. It was a moment beyond words, beyond thought, just pure sensation and euphoria that left me breathless and completely spent. My legs trembled as I struggled to keep my balance, riding the waves of release against his unyielding grip. A soft moan escaped my lips as he lifted me into his arms, like a trophy of his conquest. He carried me to our blanket on the grass and laid me down with utmost care. My body lay limp and sated under the towel he placed behind my head. Then he thoughtfully grabbed another towel and dried every inch of my body with tender devotion. I felt the love radiating off of him with each gentle stroke of cloth against my skin. As I watched him through my ragged breathing, I knew without a doubt that I was utterly and irrevocably in love with this Sidhe. Then he gently pressed a kiss upon each of my bare feet, a gesture more powerful than any words could convey. The affection emanating from him was indescribable, and perhaps that's why he chose to show it instead of speaking it aloud. My eyes brimmed with tears as I bore witness to such a poignant gesture. This powerful male Sidhe, a progeny of two thrones, bowed down and pressed his lips to my feet. Me, a mere mortal, a nobody in his world. In that moment, I knew that this day would be etched into my memory forever, haunting me long after I left his side. With admiration in his eyes, he draped me with a blanket. He was still hard as a rock as he diluted the Sidhe wine and presented it with a platter of food.

A devilish grin spread across his face, “Rest up, we’re not done yet.”

And I knew this was just the beginning of a long euphoric day ahead.