The Errant Apprentice (18+) 100 Sub Smut Spectacular!
A Super Spicy Bonus Chapter From Book 1!
Housekeeping
I have had a shocking number of people want to know EXACTLY what happened after the fade out in chapter 27 of book 1. I’ll be honest, I had the entire thing sort of mapped out anyway because that’s how much detail I get when I’m writing, and I have to draw the line somewhere!
So let’s take a look at what happened between Terry and Delores AFTER things faded to black…
Again, spicy material below this line so be warned.
Chapter 27.5: Field Work
Relief flooded her face, and that was the last thing either of them said of note for a very long time…
But not really…
Terry had just made Delores’s entire year. She still couldn’t believe that he’d just renounced what she saw as the stupidest of his vows, and for her. Now, she was trying to restrain herself. A bit, at least. She ran her hands up his back and pulled his shirt up and, between kisses, had managed to get it over his head and tossed it aside. She had no idea where it landed and didn’t care.
Terry took the opportunity to raise himself up enough to see her face.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Delores,” he said quietly.
She was going to say something about his pool of experience, but instead she gasped as his hands slid up her sides, taking her tank top with them. She looked up at him, and the adoration in his eyes made her blush more than the fact that she was now topless.
“Come here,” she said, and pulled him down to her. He buried his face in her neck and she squeezed him, just enjoying the moment.
“Do you know how hard this has been for me?” he asked quietly.
“I know how hard it is now,” she said and bit her lip to try and keep from laughing. Terry DID laugh. He slipped an arm behind her head and cupped her cheek with the other.
“I know you said this has been killing you for ages now. Well, it’s been tearing me apart, D. I NEED you.”
Delores hands traced the muscles in his back. God, he was strong. Even without this magic thing that had become an open secret, he had the body of a man who’d been training and fighting for years. She gripped him and dug her nails in.
“For God’s sake, prove it to me, farm boy,” she said in a low voice.
She reached down and jerked the waist of his boxers and suddenly held them up beside him. He stared at them.
“How did you do that?” he asked.
“I’m a mage,” she said, before nibbling his earlobe. The soft moan he let out just made her want to hear more.
Terry’s free hand slid down her body slowly. He took his time feeling her, and she held him closely. There was a part of her still scared that he was going to vanish. He always seemed too good to be true. Even now, in this. She inhaled deeply and rubbed her cheek to his. The farm-boy had a scent about him, and while she couldn’t point out what it was, it meant comfort to her now.
Delores had become, by her own admission, callous when it came to lovemaking. There was no attachment. It was an act. Something to placate a physical need. It didn’t mean anything. But this? Delores actually cared this time. More importantly, Terry cared. She could feel it in the way he kissed. The way he looked at her. The way he slid his hand…
His hand had gone beneath the waistline of her shorts and she moaned. He was very gentle in his exploration and she was shocked when he found exactly what he was looking for. She had no idea how he knew what he was doing, and right then she didn’t care. He was looking down, watching what he was doing. That was understandable, given his history.
“Look at me,” she said between gasps. When he did, she kissed him within an inch of his life. Even then, she continued to moan. Then he looked, mild panic on his face.
“Should I get protection? I can run to the store and…”
“I have a spell for that and if you think I’m letting you put clothes back on you are out of your mind,” she said, interrupting him. He smiled, plainly amused, and she kissed him again.
She felt him press himself against her. Between the two of them, they managed to get her shorts off. She was in no mental state for magic any more after what he was doing. Not the kind she practiced, anyway. Terry broke away from the kiss and let out a shuddering breath with his eyes closed. He opened them again and looked into hers. He hadn’t stopped his work with his hand.
“You,” he said softly “are the answer to every question I’ve ever had about myself.”
She whimpered. That was twice in one night now. She craned her face to where their lips were almost touching.
“Take me, my beautiful hero,” she said. He moved his hand, and he did. She wrapped her legs around both of his, and slid both her arms around his neck. She hung on for dear life.
Delores began a soft chant of “please”, which became a cry of “FINALLY” at some point. When Terry reached his climax, he grabbed her with both arms and held her tightly. The only word he spoke was a long and breathy “Delores”, and she had to squeeze her eyes shut. He gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. Her legs finally let go of him.
She was surprised when he rolled on his back and pulled her on top of him. It was so quick, she let out a shriek followed by a giggle as he began kissing her all over her face.
“Finally,” she said again, quietly. She laid her head on his shoulder and tried to catch her breath.
“I’m sorry I took so long to come around,” he said. He sounded upset with himself.
“No, no,” she scolded. “Don’t you dare. This happened the only way it was going to.”
And, GOD was it worth the wait, she thought. That raised a question for her.
“Terry? Your vows,” she asked. “Are you absolutely sure about this?”
She felt his head shift and she was sure he was looking at her.
“The only time I’ve ever been more sure of something was when I swore to the Order,” he said.
“Look how that’s turned out,” she mumbled.
A finger under her chin turned her face up. She met those big, dark, sincere eyes. God. The look in those eyes. She’d prayed for Gideon to look at her like that. Gideon wasn’t even worth thinking of any more.
“There is a big difference,” he said. “You’re not the Order. You actually care about me.”
“Oh, Terry. You big, sweet dope.” It was true. She was so tickled that someone was returning her feelings, and it was him, that she wanted to break out into the giggles. Then he spoke again and she thought her heart was going to melt.
“Before I met you, Delores, I was alive, but I don’t think I had a life until now. You’ve given me a reason to want to be alive. And you saved me today,” he stroked her head gently. “I will hold to my vow to you, my dear, dear Delores. I will always return to you.”
He tried to kiss her forehead, but after saying something like that, she wasn’t having it. She intercepted him with her lips. When she stopped, she looked at him seriously.
“That is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard,” she said. “But I want you to live for you. Even if something happens to me. Live for you, Terry.”
She was surprised to see his eyes shine with unshed tears. He was fighting them back.
“I’ve been trying,” he said as the first tear rolled down his face. “I’m just so tired, D.”
She took his face in her hands and spoke quietly. “Hey. I know. But you’re not alone now. It’s like out there in the field. You’re not fighting alone any more.”
Delores wiped the tears from his cheeks as Terry took several deep breaths. In many, many ways he was still the boy that had run away into the woods. He still had all those reasons to run inside him. There was going to be a lot of talking in their future, she thought.
Terry took one of her hands and kissed her fingers. “I don’t know what I would do without you, Delores.”
She smiled. “Let’s not find out.”
Delores insisted on cleaning up a bit after that. She practically pushed Terry into the shower and demanded he not use all the hot water. When he came out of the shower, still drying his hair, she wolf-whistled at him and he turned red as a tomato. He tried to hid himself with the towel at first.
“Too late for that,” she’d said with a grin. “I’ve seen everything now.”
Then it was her turn. She showered and kept finding herself giggling. The problem was, between those fits of the giggles, she STILL worried about how this would effect him.
As Delores came back out to the bedroom, Terry was sitting in the bed with a blanket over him. His head tilted and he had the dopiest grin. She put a hand on one hip and looked at him.
“C’mon. It can’t be that great,” she said. Now she was blushing, but she tried to play it off casually.
“I don’t know how many times I need to tell you that you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, but I’ll keep saying it until you believe it.” Terry, as always, looked completely sincere.
“Well,” Delores said, “I guess I don’t want to believe it.” She walked over and climbed back into bed. “Because I know I don’t want you to stop saying it. Thank you.”
She couldn’t stop looking at him. A part of her had gotten so used to the teasing and his resistance, she couldn’t really believe it had happened. Right up until he slid his arms around her and pulled her close. He laid her back on the bed and began a series of gentle kisses on her face and gradually made his way down to her neck.
Good lord, he’d seriously let go. That same part of her that couldn’t believe it said she’d ruined him.
“Terry,” she said, “I know I said I’d been waiting for months but, are you sure about this?”
“We’ve both been waiting, D,” he said before giving her a soft kiss on the lips. He began working his way down her rib cage to her breasts.
She had to remember that. He’d been wanting, too. He just had more restraint than any man she’d ever met.
As he began kissing her breasts, his hands rubbed her sides and hips. She rolled her head back on the pillow. God. He was actually doing this. He was- he was kissing past her chest onto her stomach. There was no damned way. He did something with his tongue to her belly button and it nearly put her in a fetal position laughing. That gave Terry a case of the giggles as well and he smiled up at her.
Then his head went completely under the covers.
“Uh?” she said in surprise. “Look, I know not everyone’s into this sort of thing and… oh dear.” He kissed her thigh. He was licking her thigh. He moved higher.
She gasped. Loudly. Several someones had done this with her before. They’d treated it like a chore. Something done in repayment for other services. This? This was an entirely different level of attention. Like everything he’d done so far, it was gentle and with affection.
She bit her lip, determined not to be loud.
She completely failed at not being loud. She put her legs up over his shoulders. He continued to massage her sides and hips as he went. She grabbed his hand and squeezed as she arched her back.
Terry took his time. She had no idea how long he did what he did, but by the end, her knees and hands were shaking. When he was done, he carefully climbed back up and gazed into her eyes. She tilted her head in confusion, until he wiped tears from her cheeks for her. She hadn’t even noticed.
She grabbed him in a death grip and rolled them on their sides. She buried her face in his neck and all she could manage was “thank you” every so often. She felt his hand on the back of her head.
“Anything for you, my Delores,” he whispered, and for a time she just lay there in his arms.
“Are you ok?” he asked after a time.
Delores realized she felt like an emotional wreck right then. But she knew why.
“It’s everything I dreamed,” she said quietly, and he held her tighter.
“I feel the same,” he said, and for a long while they rested.
“Are you tired?” Terry asked. “We can get some sleep.”
She pulled her head back and looked at him. She asked herself if she wanted to go to sleep. If she wanted this to end. She thought about the nights they were going to spend on the road. By a campfire. With Elton.
“No,” she said simply. “No, my sweet, foolish hero. I’m not ready for bed. Lay on your back.”
He did, and the noble buffoon took her hand and helped her straddle him. The man was entirely too sweet to her. She realized she’d take it any time he offered that sweetness. She lay down on top of him, and leaned down to kiss him. When she stopped, she felt the need to say something. He’d said so many wonderful things to her already.
“You’re a blessing from the Greenman, Terry.” That made him wince for a moment, but he smiled immediately. Was it a religious thing? “You say I saved you today. You saved me first.” She kissed him again.
His hands ran over her back and when she moved, she found he was ready for her. She arched an eyebrow at him.
His face became very serious. “You have no idea how difficult the nights have been for me.”
She got on her hands and knees over him and looked down.
“I should have climbed into your sleeping bag months ago, then.”
She took him.
Elton Beasley, Troubadour to Terry Lingal, E.A,, wasn’t having a great night. He’d discovered that he could hear Terry and Delores talking when they were just loud enough. Sometimes he could make out words. There had been a lot of laughter, then the sounds of them watching a movie. He smiled at that. Even if nothing happened with those two, he’d at least given them some time together.
Then came the rhythmic thumping. The sound of a headboard against the wall.
“Nah,” he said quietly to himself. They weren’t. Terry was far too…
Moaning. Elton sat up slowly in bed and turned to face the wall. They were. Like, right then. Like, right THERE. He laid back to watch TV, but the noise was pervasive. He got up and looked around in his room. There was a mini bar. Thank Christ. He downed a couple of shots. After entirely too much time the noise subsided. Again, thank Christ.
Elton heard the shower run twice. He giggled. Filthy children. If Elton were completely honest, if he were a bolder and more foolish man he’d ask to be the meat in that sandwich. He heard soft discussion but nothing too loud. He started dozing off.
A loud moan shattered his sleep. He sat bolt upright in bed. Delores. Jesus. He found a bottle of Scotch. That would do it. He downed some, but whatever was happening just made her louder. She was right on the wall it sounded like.
It was a couple of hours later and Elton was headbanging along with the thumping. It had the same beat as a song by Dream Theater he liked. Occasionally it drifted into Dragonforce territory, but they stayed at a good tempo. Then he realized he was shaking himself up like a bottle of champagne. As such, he ended up just making it to the bathroom before he threw up. Again.
He made it back to the bed and finally passed out. The noise didn’t even wake him up this time.
Delores lay there in the dark. She was exhausted. Terry was already asleep. It had been something like three hours of this and she knew it was some kind of record for her. The night had taken on a rhythm. Passion, rest and talk, more passion, more rest and talk.
She felt, well, satisfied. She felt appreciated. She hesitated to use the word, but she almost felt loved. Terry had never once allowed her to forget how much she meant to him. How much she was wanted. She had never met someone so caring in her life. Especially not in this context.
She just lay there for a time watching Terry sleep. She reached out and gently touched his face.
“I hope you don’t live to regret this, my sweet hero.”
Eventually sleep took her for a time.
That was so good; I loved it, Kevin!!!!
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