Average Guy in a Suit [M for F]

Magic?

A distant thought rung out in the back of his mind, speaking a word that was completely out of place. It had little to do with what they were currently doing. Yes, he was certainly using it to some extent, but it wasn't at all the main focus. It certainly helped her sing. Her body lit up in light pinks as he pleasured her flesh and her scales with soft playful touches, but her aura also lit and danced in his focused stare. He only burned enough mana to see, not to truly meld with her aura and feel. He walked a dangerous line when it came to what his limits and standards were, but those dangerous lines were very clearly drawn.

Music rang in his ears as her aura flexed and surged in strength, though it was not 'strength'. It wasn't the definition that most people would think of when they heard the word. There was strength of the body, strength of the mind, strength of the spirit... this was something seperate, something set apart. This was something very deeply ingrained into the woman, a sort of primal need that practically screamed at him with lustful demands. He could taste it on the tip of his tongue, wet and like syrup of some sort. It coated the inside of his mouth and slipped down his throat, warming him from the inside. He could not hope to understand what the intricacies of her aura meant. He could merely use what knowledge he had to continue her pleasurable torment until it turned into a pinnacle of estacy.

His light brown muscles flexed and constricted under her touch, never actually retreating, merely pushing against her fingertips eagerly. His body offered itself to her silently, giving her an abundance of defined lines and firm flesh to fully explore. His intelligent mind was barely able to keep up with it all, aware of what she was doing to him while keeping aware of what he was doing to her. Even his toned ass was proud to flex against her hand, not seeking to show off, merely seeking to give her yet another thing to find pleasure and delight in. The noises flowed from his throat and lips, a mixture of soft grunts, groans, whimpers and throaty growls. He let his pleasure be heard in a variety of forms, from pleads for more to demands for everything. He tasted her sweat and her texture, licked and bit, suckled and kissed. He exposed her to a variety of things while she did the same to him, both of them melding together in that moment. Everything else was melting away. They were moving to their own plane of existence. Slowly though, as Emily had noticed, Jace was evolving. At first he was something of a mixture, like multiple lovers with multiple techniques combined into one. He absorbed data from her though, and as he absorbed it his plan became more and more clear. Jace was not a lover who dove in out of pure instinct. Jace was a lover who would devise a plan to deconstruct her into something that was his.

Masculinity was made her body shiver. It was one of many things that made her flesh quake, but it would be the one he became first. It was the easiest path to take but also the one that seemed most appropriate for the creature who was writhing before him. He could use natural impulses to guide his motions. Part of that natural impulse was the fire that she saw burning in his eyes, the absence of logic and thought and the presence of want that was slowly developing into pure need.

"Yes." His voice was a harsh growl, a deep but somehow pleasant rumbling from deep within his throat. "Tremble, Emily. Do not try to control it. Do not try to control a thing." He spoke simple words, merely encouraging her, complimenting her... reminding her of who was the leader in this moment, of who was the one that she should be trembling for.

She was certainly a majestic creature to watch, much more filled with life than he had thought possible. She was evolving as well, practically turning into something more right before his very eyes. He did not understand it but he encouraged it, sensing on some deep level that this was where she needed to go. This was where he needed to take her.

Physical might?

The thought in the back of his mind went almost completely un-noticed as he plunged inside of her. She was wet and she was tight, though not so much so that it held any sort of pain. He had made sure to check before-hand, with the soft strokes and the slowness of entry. She cried out and she squirmed in pleasure but Jace refused to let her hips move. He refused to allow her even a moment of where she could take the lead. He continued to keep her at his mercy, making sure that every single bit of pleasure that she ever felt here in this moment was all because of him. Still, she pleasured him. That much would be obvious. The uniqueness of sensations that were assaulting him from all directions caused his face to twist and his body to shudder, his moans and growls to change in pitch and volume. He even spoke words of encouragement, verbalized just how good she was making him feel. He was taking her like only a man fully could, but he was also making her fully aware that she was pleasuring a man like only a woman could. They had truly reverted, truly simplified their existance to what it was in the very very beginning. It was purity. It was primal instinct.

He owned her now and she had given that to him. She was his in this moment and he was hers, and now he would be able to fully do what he had been planning to do all along. How long had this gone on? He had no idea. Did it matter? Time was no object. Jace would be more than happy to own her for days. He made sure to soak her in, to pay attention to every little detail that her body offered. Scars, muscles, soft flesh and high arches. He studied and he rocked his hips in that slow and patient beat that grew in fervor and force by the second, filling her deeply and crying out in guttural grunts and growls as her own body pleasured his. Interestingly enough, he found pleasure in both the sight and the actual sensation. It was strange how visual stimulus could translate into actual physical delight. Her hips were moving now, coming up to meet him and causing the loud sound of wet flesh slapping wet flesh to echo across the beach. What an erotic sound. Their bonding auras twisting and roared, and suddenly Jace realized that something was very different. They had gone to a place he hadn't ever explored yet. Suddenly his own body was crying out in need, not as well-controlled as he had thought it was. Her body wanted something and he could very clearly feel that his body was responding. It wanted something too.

Those are not power.

It was about that moment when he stopped making love to her. One last thing was tossed to the side to fully turn this into a basic primal instinctive act of mating. His body knew that it owned hers, and now his body demanded that her offering be put to use.

The force at which he plunged suddenly increased, though some fine thin thread of control managed to linger. His strokes were still angled with skill, but now they were almost brutal in nature. They were deep and plunging, fast and rough. He scooted her rear along the sand only growled in frustration, a clawed hand grabbing her hip and forcefully yanking her back in place. Over and over he went, eyes burning and face twisted in a pleasured moment of instinctual fury. He yelled out his delight as he suddenly pulsed and then emptied himself within her, giving her something of an offering in return. Even then though, even in the middle of it, even after... even then Jace continued, mindlessly thrusting with pure and utter power placed behind each and every roll of his slick and shimmering hips. For most men, an orgasm was the end. For this man, this was just the first climax of many. He had given her what was needed. Now she would do the same. It was not a choice. It was a silent command.

This is power.