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Enchanted Night	By : EmpressMoonchildOfFantasia Category: M through R > Neverending Story Views: 3814 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The names, people, places, etc of The NES are all owned by the late Michal Ende & Warrnor Bros. Copyright � 1984. I'm just borrowing them for fun. I do not own anything but the plotline of this fic.

Chapter List
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Chapter Rating: Hard T: [For 'steamy' interactions between Atreyu & The Empress ;) ]
"NO!"
A scream of terror split the stillness of the bedchamber.
The Empress's body jolted as she bolted upright in bed, trembling all over. She shivered in the cold night air. Both her body and shift were drenched in sweat. Raising her hands to her face, she used the heels of her hands to wipe away the tears streaming down her cheeks. Wrapping her arms around her shivering frame she took several deep breaths as she tried to force herself to calm down.
"It was a dream." She whispered to the darkened room. "It was only a dream..."
Shakily, Moonchild swung her legs over the side of the bed, her hands gripping the edge so hard her knuckles were white. She sat there for a long moment, her mind struggling to come to terms with the fact that she was safe in the bedchamber of her suite of rooms. There WAS no Grmork, there WAS no Nothing, and Atreyu was NOT dead, but alive and well and sleeping peacefully in the bedchamber next door.
Her teeth chattered as her body trembled even harder from not only the chilliness that was in the room but from the lingering fear still left over from her horrible dream. Rising from the bed, Moonchild padded across the floor on bare feet to a chair in the corner. Here, she retrieved a long, white woolen shawl that was draped alongside the armrest. Pulling this warm material over her shivering body she made her way out of her bedchamber to the second of the three rooms that made up the suite of her private living quarters. Feeling the coolness of the smooth floor beneath her, she crossed this room over to where a beautiful set of curved bay windows looked out towards the Royal Gardens. Sinking down upon the wide, soft cushions of the windowseat beneath these windows, The Empress drew her knees up to her chest, tightly wrapping her arms around them, as, trembling, she curled herself up into a terrified ball. Biting her lip in a waning effort to fight off the images that kept displaying themselves repeatedly in her mind, Moonchild swallowed hard, choking back a cough as a sob caught in her throat. She drew her shawl as tightly around her as it would go as if she could use it to ward off the terrifying images in her head. But it was no use. Resting her cheek on her knees, gazing out at the cold night sky with a glazed expression on her cherubic face, she finally allowed herself to dissolve back into tears.
. . . . .
Atreyu, shirtless, was lying flat on his back under coverlets that had been designed to resemble the woven buffalo-hide shinas and soft furs of the tashinaptes of his own pallet back home, of the comfortably wide bed, his head facing the wall with one arm under the large cushy pillow while the other arm was stretched out opposite of where his face was, dead asleep. His relaxed body twitched, his head moving to face the ceiling before falling back to one side again as a sleepy sigh left him. A few moments later his eyes flickered, then slowly opened. They stayed open for perhaps thirty seconds before closing again. Rolling his body over to face the wall, he tugged the heavy, warm topmost blanket that was as smooth as brushed-out buffalo furs over his shoulders burying himself deeper into its warmth and went on dreaming about his Angelic Empress... his beloved Moonchild...
Moonchild!
Suddenly, as if he'd been struck hard in the solar plexus, Atreyu sat straight up, now wide awake.
What was that he'd just heard?
It sounded like a cry of terror. And it sounded like it was coming from The Empress's room.
Atreyu hesitated, listening hard, for just a moment before leaping out of bed. He put his ear to the wall he knew was connected to Moonchild's bedchamber but couldn't hear anything. No sound. Nothing.
Still... Something deep inside told him His Empress needed him. An intense, nagging, uneasy feeling..., a feeling that he couldn't shake off, told him something was wrong.
'I'd better go check on her and make sure she's all right... Just to be on the safe side.'
Not wanting to waste another second, Atreyu thew a large tasina, he'd woven from buffalo-hair, over himself as he ran, barefoot, from the room.
. . . . .
The main living room of the suite belonging to The Empress of Fantasia was pitch black. Even the embers of the fireplace alongside one wall hardly had any glow to them. But Atreyu, having been in here countless times over the years, knew his way around. He'd memorized the first two rooms of The Empress's private living quarters so well by now he could find his way through them easily without having to look where he was going. After waiting a few minutes for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, he cautiously made his way across the cool, hard floor to the set of double doors he knew led into the secondary room of the suite.
Standing in front of this second room, he paused, then softly knocked on one of the ivory doors. "Moonchild?..."
At first there was no sound. Then a faint, startled cry from the other side of the doors reached his ears.
Without bothering to question whither it was proper or not, Atreyu placed his hand on the curved silvery doorhandle, opened the door just a crack, and peeked inside.
"Moonchild?" He whispered a second time. "Ogliglewakan, Are you all right?"
All he could see in the soft glow of the dying fireplace was a lone figure curled up on a windowseat attached to a gorgeously curved bay window that had thick, crushed velvet curtains the color of dark silver hiding the majority of the glass panes.
Atreyu watched as the head of the silhouetted figure of The Empress of Fantasia raised itself to look at him. Even in the darkness he could see her beautiful eyes were wide with fright. He saw her shake her head 'no' before she turned it away from him, laying her cheek again on her drawn-up knees, to stare back out at the starless night sky in the crack of the barely parted dark silvery curtains.
Ignoring the fact that what he was about to do was ABSOLUTELY uncalled for in terms of propriety, the Great Warrior opened the door a shade further and slipped inside, closing the door noiselessly behind him.
As if they had a mind of their own, his feet carried him across the smooth ivory floor until he found himself standing in front of the windowseat on which sat the shadowy frame of the huddled Empress. With his hands keeping the tasina wrapped around his half-bared body, he gazed down at the back of her head, wondering what was the cause of the fear reflected in her eyes.
With one hand still holding the edges of his tasina closed, Atreyu reached out and lightly touched the top of his Angel's head, feeling the smoothness of her fine, straight hair beneath his hand. He was startled when he felt her jump at his touch. "Ogliglewakan..." He breathed, a little frightened and puzzled at her reaction. "What happened?"
Her brain finally registering the fact that it wasn't an illusion, that her eyes weren't playing tricks on her, that he, Atreyu, really was there standing beside her at a time of night that was considered undoubtedly scandalous, Moonchild managed to turn her head back in his direction. After a long hesitation she was able to raise her face upwards to meet his concerned gaze.
"Mitawa Tunkasilas, Moonchild..." She could feel gentle fingertips linger on her cheek, "What has happened that has made you look so frightened? Why are you looking so terrified?"
The Empress stayed silent, still too shaken to utter a single syllable.
The gentle fingertips continued to caress her cheek.
"Was it a nightmare?" He asked softly, his tone as gentle as his touch.
The Empress nodded, choking back a sniffled sob.
And then, as she had comforted him hours before in the Secret Garden, it was now Atreyu who took Moonchild in his arms. It was Atreyu who now cradled her head against his body, not caring that her skin was against the bareness of his newly exposed chest now that the edges of his tasina had fallen open, his gentle fingers stroking her hair and face as tears freely streamed down her cheeks.
Many, many long moments passed as Moonchild sat there on the windowseat, her cheek pressed into the smoothness of his skin, sobbing quietly in the strong, loving arms of her warrior. After what seemed like an eternity, Atreyu sank down to sit beside her, his back against the hard surface where the wall met the end of the windowseat. With the gentlest of touches, his hand turned her tear-soaked face towards him, both his eyes and expression filled with concerned love for her.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Pressing her hands over her eyes to be rid of whatever tears that remained, Moonchild nodded. "Yes." She said, her voice calmer, her body less shaky, "I do."
Atreyu waited patiently, holding both her hands in his own.
Moonchild took a deep breath, "It was the Nothing. I was dreaming about the Nothing."
Atreyu's eyebrows rose a little. It had been years since she'd had nightmares about the Nothing. She had had many nightmares in the first few months and years after the Nothing. But as the years went on those dreams seemed to occur less and less often. Now it seemed, another horrible nightmare had made its appearance.
The Great Warrior shuddered. He couldn't even begin to envision what she'd dreamt about this time.
"It was ravaging the Ivory Tower all over again...and...and...Grmork..." Moonchild shuddered herself. "Grmork was there..."
Atreyu stared at her, the concern in his face melting into an expression of shocked disbelief. "Grmork..." he gasped, unable to believe what he was hearing. "Oh, Mitawa Tunkasilas...oh, Moonchild..."
"He was chasing me...I was literately running for my life...and when you...I saw you in the Royal Gardens...then we met up again in the main Royal Dining Room...Grmork...he chased us through the Kitchens...but we were trapped...there was nowhere to go...nowhere to run...You tried to fight him off when he lunged at me...but...but..." Moonchild covered her face with her hands, she could feel her body start to shake with sobs again. "He was on top of you at the same time you stabbed him...and...and..." Tears rained down her face behind her hands, "you both fell to the ground...you were in a pool of blood...there was so much blood...so much...you...oh, Gods Atreyu...you..." But she couldn't go on any further. She just couldn't.
Tenderly Atreyu uncovered her face, holding her damp palms in one of his hands while the other one lifted her chin so he could look into her ravaged eyes.
And what he saw in them told him what she couldn't give voice to. The anguished look in her azure orbs told him that he didn't make it. And that he had crossed over from this lifetime to the next in her arms.
Atreyu's heart nearly cracked in two. He could ONLY imagine the anguished grief she must have felt in those last moments she had shared with him.
Silent tears drenched her face, he could feel her body start to shake ever harder though she made not a sound, still, he could feel the sorrow, the anguish, the emotional pain. He could feel ALL of it as if it were his very own.
Without thinking about what could possibly happen, Atreyu pulled His Empress into his arms and onto his lap, not giving a damm if she was wearing nothing but a sleeveless shift and thin underdrawers or that all he had on was a pair of loose uzogis held up by a knotted drawstring, an oversized tasina that was now barely hanging off his shoulders and nothing else.
None of it mattered.
What DID matter was that all he could think about at that moment in time was comforting his Angel who was so distraught she couldn't speak.
"Shhh...It's all right, cantkiya, It's all right. I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere..."
It stunned him for a moment to realize this was the VERY first time he'd ever called her 'love'-even in his native language. He'd NEVER called her that before...and yet...and yet, it seemed so right, so natural for him to do so....
Atreyu could feel Moonchild tremble in his arms, he could feel the dampness of the cheek pressed against his skin as she absently rubbed it against the smoothness of his chest. He hugged his Angel tightly to him as he buried his face in her hair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head then, after a moment's hesitation, he placed a second one to her hairline...then a third...this time to the edge of her temple...then a fourth...this one to the middle of her forehead...and on and on... gently, gradually, moving down the side of her face, tasting the saltiness of tears beneath his lips as he continued to soothe her with comforting whispers so low even he could barely hear the words as they left him. Little by little he could feel the frightened shivers begin to subside and he knew that she was finally starting to calm down.
When his lips brushed against hers he felt her return his kiss without even thinking twice about it.
Moonchild did not stop her warrior's featherlight kisses or the touch of his hands as they started to roam cautiously along her back, his fingers sliding through the straight, fine strands of her unbound hair. Nor did she push them away as they trailed along her bare arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake as the hands of her warrior moved from her back, down along her sides to cradle her hips in his palms, feeling the gentle pressure of his fingers and thumbs as they massaged her slim waist, their tips rubbing light circles over the tight firmness of her abdomen. Even when she felt those fingers glide up her sides to brush alongside the outer edges of her breasts in tentative exploration, The Empress did not stop him nor did she pull away. She moaned softly as she felt the tip of his tongue experimentally graze her mouth. She shivered. This time her shivers were not from fear left over from her nightmare, but from a deep hidden desire that had been denied for far too long. The second time his tongue ran itself along her mouth, she let her lips part for him, her arms sliding more around his lean waist as he pulled her closer. Her toes curled as she felt him deepen this kiss he was giving her. Moonchild felt her breath leave her as she gave into the gentle coaxing of his tongue's bidding hers to mingle with his in this newly delicious and forbidden dance he was silently asking her to join him in. The kisses they'd shared in the Secret Garden were nothing compared to the ones they were sharing now. Those earlier kisses may have been passionately deep but not once had they allowed their tongues to explore the depths of their mouths. Now, sitting here together on the widowseat of her bedchamber, they finally allowed each other to give into such a temptation.
Oh, Gods, she felt so good...
In the back of his mind, Atreyu had always privately wondered how it would feel to hold The Empress like this. To touch her in such an intimate manner, to feel the warmth of her petite, lithe body under his hands. In his most locked away thoughts and most secretive dreams, he'd occasionally allow himself to imagine what it might be like to feel her mouth on his, how it would feel to have their tongues engage in a forbidden dance as they shared the explorations of the inner walls of their mouths, how it would feel to have their hot breaths mingle with one another as their lips met and mated time and time again until they could no longer breathe...
Well now he knew what it felt like...and it was better then he could have EVER imagined.
Both of them moaned softly as his mouth left hers and made their way along the lower part of her jaw to the space beneath her lobe. He nuzzled the back of her ear as those lips nibbled the skin there, the tip of his tongue soothing the nibbled area. His lips and tongue then trailed a blazing path up and down the right side of her throat, in such a way that it brought forth a delighted gasp from His Empress. before returning to claim her mouth once again. All the while his hands refused to cease in their caressing of her upper body, their firm, gentle massaging of her waist, the smooth flatness of her abdomen... Over and over the tips of Atreyu's fingers made their way up and down the delicate curve of her slender hips, along the spine of her back, as they sat there in the darkness, exchanging slow, deep kisses full of passionate love and bubbling lust.
They never even noticed that her woolen shawl along with his buffalo-hair tasina had long ago slipped from both their shoulders and were now pooled around their waists.
A feeble whimper of protest escaped the pair of them when at long last their mouths finally broke apart, their chests heaving as they sucked in deep breaths, filling their lungs with much-needed air. Trembling from the intensity of their emotions, Atreyu and Moonchild clung to each other, their temples rubbing against the other, both of them reeling from the explosiveness of their sensuality and the heated sensations of their bodes being afire.
It was Only Then that they became aware of 'that male part' of Atreyu beginning to harden. For they both could feel it. A subtle, low groan emerged from deep within the Great Warrior as he fought to regain control of his body. He bit his lower lip, his eyes closing for the briefest moment. Atreyu swallowed hard, his breathing coming in fast and uneven as he felt his uzogis start to tighten with the gradual awakening of his physical arousal. After a moment, he opened his eyes. His darkened gaze met that of The Empress and from the hidden look of startled wonderment in her eyes he knew that she too could clearly feel, through her thin shift and underdrawers, his slowly stiffening 'male part' lightly pressing itself against the underside of her arse.
Reluctantly they drew back, their mouths slightly agape, their eyes locked on one another as the realization of what was happening to them started to sink in.
"We need to stop Ogliglewakan...oh,Tunkasilas, as MUCH as I want to continue...we need...we need to stop..." Atreyu faintly gasped. His heart was pounding and he was still panting from the ferociousness of their kisses a few moments ago. "Forgive me, cantkiya, but I think it's best if we don't go any further. At least...at least not for tonight..."
He pressed a long, hard kiss to her forehead, holding her tight in his embrace.
"I understand..." she whispered back.
Still clinging to each other, they rose to their feet. Both of their bodies were quivering all over [no longer from fear, as in Moonchild's case] from their inner struggles NOT to take what they shared this night ANY further then what they already had.
They stood there, holding to each others forearms, staring into one another's eyes. There was no need to speak for no words were needed. Their eyes alone spoke volumes. And what was silently said between them was that there was no need to worry. For there'd be MORE then enough time for them to explore the depths of their passion for one another in the days, weeks, months and years to come. But for now, as MUCH as they craved one another, their instincts told them that it'd be best to take this new level of their relationship a few steps at a time-even if it was for a short period of time-though they both had a feeling it was going to be damned near impossible NOT to keep their hands off one another intimately. But they knew they had no choice. For if their newfound relationship was discovered by Cairon or Brijatte, there was NO doubt in either of their minds that there'd be much more then MAJOR hell to pay.
Taking her hand in his own, Atreyu dishearteningly lead His Empress back to bed where he tenderly tucked her in. He smoothed her beautiful hair away from her face, his eyes full of longing. Oh, Gods, how he wanted to stay with her. More then anything he wanted to lay with her and hold her as she slept and not let go of her till the dawn's morning light awoke them. But he knew he couldn't. Not yet. In a few days, maybe, they'd take that step. But not now. It was too soon.
So, forcing himself to resist the urge to voice his longing desire to ask if he could spend the night with her, he leaned over and captured his Angel's lips with his own. They both shared another quiet, needy moan of longing as they exchanged a last deep kiss of the night.
His heart aching nearly as much as his loins, Atreyu drew away and watched as His Empress lay back under her satin coverlets, the longing desire to have him lay down next to her reflected in those beautiful dark azure eyes of hers.
"Hanhepi Waste mitawa Ogliglewakan." He whispered, the fingers of one hand lingering on her cheek, while the other continued to hold her hand."I wastelake niye."
"Good night My Atreyu..." The Empress whispered back, her eyes already starting to feel heavy with sleep, "I love you too..." She blinked sleepily up at the warrior standing next to her bedside "Sweet dreams..."
The Great Warrior stood there for a long time, holding the hand of his now sleeping Empress, not wanting to leave her but knowing he had to. Raising her limp hand to his face, he rubbed the back of it against his cheek, brushing a kiss good-night across the soft knuckles before letting his hand slip reluctantly out of his Moonchild's grasp.
With a heavy heart, he retrieved his tasina from the windowseat and quietly left The Empress's suite of rooms, closing all doors in her suite softly behind him.
. . . . .
Back in his own rooms, Atreyu leaned upon the suite's main door, his forehead pressed against the door's smooth texture. His tasina hung limply from his fingertips as he mentally forced 'that male part of himself' to subside. He felt dazed in a good way.
Dear Maka na Skuye Tunkasilas Iwalob... He couldn't get over how incredibly wonderful The Empress had felt beneath his hands when he'd touched her... It was EVERYTHING he'd ever dreamed it would be...and more!...
Atreyu sighed, rubbing his heated temple against the coolness of the hard wood beneath him, his eyes sliding half-closed as a different kind of ache started to reveal itself from deep within his being.
It wasn't until that moment as he stood there, in the dark, leaning up against the back of the main door leading into his suite, did Atreyu realize that 'keeping his hands off of The Empress of Fantasia'-and vice versa-coupled with each of them having to restrain themselves from kissing one another at ANY time they wanted was now going to become very difficult...
Author's Note: If anyone is curious or interested, here are the translations for Atreyu's native language.[it is based on the Lakota language]
uzogis [trousers]
Mitawa Tunkasilas [My Gods]
wastelake niye [love you]
tasina: [a shawl that resembles a blanket]
tashinaptes [buffalo robes]
Shina [Blanket]
Tunkasilas [Gods]
Hanhepi Waste Mitawa Ogliglewakan [Good Night My Angel]
Maka na Skuye Tunkasilas Iwalob [Mother Earth and Sweet Gods Above]
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