It was a lovely late afternoon in the kingdom of Silvershene. Sir Malachite was sitting in a lush wood beneath a big oak tree with his love. It was the perfect spot for lovers - quiet and undisturbed, except for a few little woodland creatures that stared curiously at the couple from a safe distance. Malachite looked at his lady friend, who had her hands resting in her lap, making a little wreath of blue and pink wildflowers she had picked in the wood.

Zoisite glanced up at him and then looked down again, a little shyly. Malachite smiled. Her kisses were so sweet. Zoisite did not know just how appealing she was to him. At the moment she looked like a woodland fairy princess. Warmth filled Malachite's manhood just looking at his little treasure. He wanted to show her just how much passion a man and woman could experience together. He wanted to share his passion with her. For she filled his heart with happiness and gave him a reason for all his noble quests and deeds. She was his inspiration.

Zoisite absently wove her flowers together, dreaming little thoughts about Malachite. He was so nice to her. He was thoughtful, he brought her little gifts, he showed her some of his mystic secrets, and he looked out for her safety. They had shared kisses and cuddling, but not yet had she experienced the "making love." She had been told by her mother and the queen that it was wonderful. It was one of the greatest joys of being a woman - being able to join with her man and share herself with him. Zoisite wanted to share herself with Malachite, who showed her such kindness and affection. Malachite's kisses stirred something deep inside her - they felt so warm and good. She could feel warmth in her womanly parts when he kissed and cuddled her close to him. Zoisite wondered if that feeling was maybe a little bit like what making love was. She sighed.

Malachite began to nuzzle at her ear, making her smile and then giggle. He licked her soft cheek, sending little tingles through her. His hands began to roam softly over her, gently caressing her through her gown. Her fingers fiddled with the wreath, no longer weaving it properly. The handsome knight always had a strong effect on her emotions.

Malachite rested his head against Zoisite. "So, Zoisite, would you like me to show you the joys of making love?" Malachite whispered to his lady friend. Zoisite nodded, murmuring her affirmative. Did she ever!

Malachite moved himself in front of her. He gently unfastened her dress, untying lots of laces, and slid it down to her waist. He did the same with her shift, kissing and nibbling at her soft skin as he removed it. He placed her legs in his lap and pulled off her shoes and her hosiery, planting little kisses on the exposed flesh. Malachite lifted her up and pushed her dress and shift the rest of the way down, over her legs, and let it fall to the grass at his side. He lay Zoisite down in front of him, admiring her pale delicate fairy-like body with only her long copper hair surrounding it.

Zoisite lay nude in the lush green grass. It felt so soft and cool beneath her bare skin. It was a marvelous feeling. She felt very much a part of nature. Zoisite watched as Malachite removed his clothes, keeping his eyes fixed on her as he did so. She stared quite in awe of his magnificent body, which was going to join with hers. Malachite had quite an impressive figure. Zoisite had not known just how extraordinary a man's body could be. She flushed as she looked at Malachite's grand physique and her sweet innocence touched him even more.

Zoisite pulled her eyes away from Malachite's manhood and looked up into his face, which was smiling warmly at her. Her flush deepened. "Wow! He really is amazing," thought Zoisite. She raked her fingers through the grass a bit nervously.

"How sweet my little Zoisite is!" thought Malachite. The rosy color staining her cheeks was most becoming. Moving closer to Zoisite and straddling over her, Malachite took hold of one of her hands and brought it to his manhood. "Here, my sweet, feel," he said. "Feel my love pole. It will be yours now." Zoisite cautiously placed her hand around Malachite's big member. How new and mysterious it was! Soft and smooth, surrounded by silky white hair that matched Malachite's long mane. She could feel a soft throbbing inside and as she held it, it seemed to become firm in her grasp.

Malachite watched Zoisite as she curiously discovered the feel of his manhood. "It is changing," she said softly, looking at her lover inquiringly.

"Yes, my love," replied Malachite. "For you it becomes bigger and firmer, so that we can enjoy making love together. Only for you, my sweet."

"Ooooh," thought Zoisite as she inquisitively caressed it a bit more. Malachite moaned very, very softly at Zoisite's gentle petting of him. Then he leaned down to kiss Zoisite delicately on her lips.

Zoisite drew in her breath as Malachite leaned over her. Her lover's smooth chest pressed gently against her soft breasts and stomach. Malachite's arms were locked firmly in the grass on either side of Zoisite, making her a little "prisoner," but she did not mind at all. She would gladly stay "trapped" beneath Malachite for as long as he wanted her to remain there. Her hand released Malachite's manroot and went up around his back. Zoisite's body tingled at the new sensations she was feeling. Malachite's body felt so warm against her own, the weight of it gently pressing against her. It was nice to feel like this - loved and wanted. She felt an excitement that she had never felt before. It was a strange and wonderful feeling. Malachite was so strong and powerful. She could feel all the restrained strength within his body. But Zoisite felt so safe with Malachite. She knew that he would never intentionally hurt her.

Malachite was very careful not to lean too hard on Zoisite, for he did not wish to crush her with his weight. She was delicately made, like a fairy creature. Her soft body felt so wonderful against his. His lips brushed hers softly, and his nose nuzzled against hers in a sweet little "kiss" of its own.

Malachite licked Zoisite's lips slowly, enjoying the feel of her silkness. Then his tongue gently pushed between them, and explored the inside as well. Zoisite murmured softly through the kiss she was receiving. Malachite's kisses felt so nice! His skin was smooth and soft and he smelled good. He had a musky masculine scent that was uniquely his. Zoisite felt Malachite's long silky locks tumble forward and brush against her cheek. Malachite had such wonderful hair. Everything about him felt so good to her. After a while, Malachite slid his tongue from Zoisite's sweet little mouth and moved on to her neck. Malachite lingered there for a bit, placing kisses around it and nuzzling with his nose. Zoisite gently massaged her lover's back to show her approval. Zoisite found that her breathing was staggered, and came in little gasps now. She quivered with anticipation of what her love would do to her next.

Malachite leaned up and gently cupped one of Zoisite's soft breasts in his hand. It was a perfect fit - not very large but enough for a handful. Malachite stroked it lovingly with his thumb and forefinger, and reached over to caress the other one, too. They were pale and smooth, with soft pink little nipples that hardened as Malachite stimulated them. Zoisite felt her breasts tingle warmly at Malachite's touch. She never knew that her breasts could be so sensitive. Malachite placed his mouth over one of her breasts and licked it, giving it a little bath with his tongue. Then he sucked on Zoisite's breast gently like a little baby would suckle her.

Zoisite inhaled sharply at the sensation. She felt as if her breast were on fire and ice. She couldn't quite describe it. But it was thrilling to her senses, like nothing she had ever felt before. Zoisite moaned softly as her lover suckled her. Malachite was greatly enjoying the taste of Zoisite's breast. "She is so sweet," he thought. He generously sucked and licked her breast and then treated the other one to the same delights. He smiled at Zoisite's soft moaning. She was feeling happy and that made Malachite feel good.

Zoisite stroked Malachite's soft hair as he sucked her. Her fingers played in the smooth white strands. Malachite reached down and carefully placed a finger in Zoisite's love tunnel. It was getting damp. She would be ready for him soon. Malachite began to kiss her all down her stomach, down to her womanhood. He planted kisses on the pink petals of Zoisite's womb opening. A small stream of fluid flowed from her.

Zoisite whimpered in her anticipation. "Now we can join together," said Malachite. "Are you ready, my dear?"

"Yes," Zoisite whispered. She quivered excitedly. Now she would have the true, full experience of lovemaking. . .

Malachite gently placed his manhood at the edge of Zoisite's womanhood. Her petals glistened with her love nectar. He carefully spread the little opening with his thumb and forefinger, and guided his manhood inside. Zoisite gasped softly as he did this to her. What a feeling! Her body responded and made way for Malachite's bigness, letting him fill her up with his manroot. Malachite eased himself forward in gentle thrusts until he found the little barrier that was Zoisite's maidenhead. He would have to break it in order to truly make love to Zoisite. Zoisite felt the slight resistance inside her and looked up at her lover inquisitively.

"I must hurt you a little bit to love you, my dear," said Malachite. "But it will not hurt long. Then you will be a maiden no more. You will be my woman." "Yes," said Zoisite. That was what she most wanted. She wrapped her legs around his back and squeezed, urging him to continue. She trusted her lover. Malachite thrust forward in quick gentle thrusts and broke through Zoisite's maidenhead. Zoisite uttered a little cry as her maidenhead was broken. A single tear rolled down her cheek from the pain.

Malachite lovingly kissed it away. "Are you all right, Zoisite?" he asked, petting her head comfortingly.

"Mmmhmm," she murmured, shaking a little. "I…I'm all right. Is it over now?" She hoped that was all there was to the hurting part.

"Yes, Zoisite," replied her lover. He wanted to make her experience the passionate joy with him. "Now you will feel good, my little woman." He moved inside her again, thrusting all the way forward as far as he could go. Malachite rocked his hips back and forth, groaning softly at how good it felt to have his "sword" sheathed inside Zoisite's little love tunnel.

Zoisite gasped, astonished at how good she felt now. The pain melted away and in its place came a slowly growing and spreading pleasure. It was a new feeling, being loved from the inside. The double stimuli of Malachite's outside caressing and internal thrusts brought her delight beyond anything else. She groaned with pleasure at the sensations Malachite caused her to feel. She writhed and twisted in ecstasy, the grass rubbing against her bare skin. Zoisite arched herself into her lover and thrashed her head around, gasping for air as Malachite's thrusting got faster and faster. Malachite came and a long, hot stream of love juice flowed through Zoisite. She gasped at the strange new feeling. Malachite continued to thrust into her until Zoisite felt herself going over the edge. She experienced a wonderful climax of her own. "Oh, Malachite," she gasped breathlessly.

"Zoisite," whispered Malachite, who was also out of breath. "My love."

"Thank you, Malachite," said Zoisite. "You made my dream come true for me."

Malachite smiled at his love. What a joy she was to him! He would do anything and face anything for her. He would always fight to keep her safe, happy and by his side.