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Necessary Research (Hahvoc Requiem & Mr. Master)

Where his hands stopped on the buttons, hers took over, still kissing him with heat and restraint. She had to be careful or she could injure him. She wasn't as strong in her fully human body, but she could still break his neck with a simply twist of her wrist, or break an arm. She didn't want to hurt him and so she was careful in restraining how much push she put on his body. She felt him tremble and she had to wonder what he was thinking because he was sexually charged and she could smell it. And the smell of his arousal sent her own soaring. She heard his moan and it went straight through her, heating her skin by another degree. She wanted more of that, more of his lust-laced sounds.

She moved with his fingers, arching and moaning quietly. She loved the way he touched her skin, but it wasn't demanding and possessive like she wanted. But she knew why he moved as slow as he did. She could feel each touch like a brand, imprinting each movement in her body so she would always remember his first touches. She shivered when he hit a particularly sensitive spot on her legs. She finished unbuttoning his shirt and exposed his chest to her eager eyes. She moved her hands over his chest and stomach, his skin soft and yet tight muscles lay beneath that jumped when she touched him a certain way. She enjoyed every second of it.

She took in a deep breath when he broke the kiss, her breath shallow and rushed. She watched his mouth move as he spoke, her ears twitching as she caught his words. She heard the permission in his voice, words telling her to give into herself. She swallowed a moment, thinking it over. She was going to remain fully human for her first time with him. It made the coupling that much more meaningful and it always sealed the bond better when in human form. She made a sound low in her throat, a mix between a purr and a growl of possession. She pushed him onto his back as she tugged the rest of his shirt off. Seeing him half-naked was enough to make her groan lightly as she pressed her lips against his, her teeth slightly shifting, making them sharp but not long enough to hurt him at all as she more or less attacked his mouth. Her hands roamed down to his waist and lightly pressed against the bulge she set as she straddled his waist, letting go and clinging to all the natural feelings she got from her mate-to-be.​
 
Her sudden shove was almost enough to knock the wind out of him, but he had expected it, actually. The primal nature had been comparatively obvious. He hadn't expected the growl and the sudden flash of danger he felt... danger that didn't so much scare him as thrill him. Then she was all over him, straddling him, struggling with his shirt, nearly ripping it free from his body, and her lips and mouth on his own, tongue aggressive and teeth... teeth changing even as he felt them. How utterly strange, yet exciting.

And the sensation was contagious. He almost growled himself as one hand went to wind itself in the hair at the back of her head, pulling her face to him, almost wrestling with her in a way, to control the kiss. It was thrilling, and yet humbling; he felt energized, excited enough to rise to her passion, her ferocity, but part of him knew that no matter how much he exerted his will, how much control he tried to establish, she'd always be able to resist, if she wanted. The fact that she was willing to trade strength with him, rather than simply overpower him, was as clear a signal of her melding with him as a mate, as an equal.

His other hand reached up to her towel, and with a flex of his fingers, he untucked it, and whipped it away from her body. revealing her in her glorious nakedness as she raked her fingertips (with just the hinting edge of her sharp, sharp nail/claws) down his chest and belly to lightly grip and squeeze on his manhood, his stiff shaft straining at his casual pants. He moaned at that, into her mouth, and his hips involuntarily bucked against her, her straddling hips and her gripping hand. He dropped the towel, still gripping her hair, and struggled half-frantically with his fly, feeling hurried with the animal passion of the moment.
 
Feeling his dominance radiate into the kiss and the possessive hand moving into her hair made her heat and ache in all the most sensitive places. He had told her to let go and she wanted him to let go as well. She wanted him to take control from her, make her submit and claim her. She felt the fight in the kiss and she gave him dominance over it, feeling the submission low in her belly. She wanted him as an equal, which was obvious, but also as a strong mate willing to prove he wanted her and just her. She felt smelled his scent and musk get stronger and the scent was heady as it mixed with all the other scents in the room. But his was stronger than the rest. She felt the kiss of air on her naked flesh when the towel was removed and she shivered lightly against him. His moan made sigh against his lips as his hips bucked against her hand, just heating her up more and more.

Feeling his hand move frantically to unzip his fly, she removed her hand and helped him with the button as he undid the fly. Her hands moved to his waistline, gripping the sides of his trousers and yanking them down as she moved herself to help him with removing his pants and boxers (If he had decided to wear any). She stroked the skin of his thighs as she shoved his pants to his knees, breaking the kiss for a breathless moment to pull away and remove the rest of it off him. She stood there, staring at his naked form, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she drank in his sex and form. He was larger than she expected but it made her all the more wanting and made her own sex swell with aching need. She didn't hesitate long to straddle his waist again and kiss his lips with a moan of lust and heat. Her hands roamed down his frame, scratching against his skin as she caressed him as well. She pulled away from his lips to clamp her teeth around his throat, nipping his skin just enough to cause a mixture of pleasure and pain. She licked the pain away and kiss his skin as she flicked her thumbs over his nipples before traveling downward towards his stomach.​
 
The give and take of their kiss was complex, but he felt her flare and then yield, and sensed something primal and animalistic in this power dynamic. He knew she could exert herself, but she was submitting, and he ... honored that. Her giving up control, her "showing her belly," in other words... that was a gift. And he had to treat it accordingly. It was also a signal, he suspected.

He intensified his kiss, his tongue and lips moving aggressively against hers, and the mutual haste to remove his pants was just as arousing as the intoxicating sweetness of her taste, her scent. She broke the kiss, to help him with his pants, and he gazed at her while she looked at him, just a little apprehensive. Every person worries how their mate is going to react to them... but she didn't seem to mind at all.

He couldn't believe how fiery they both were, and they'd just now gotten naked! They moaned into one another, his hands stroking and roaming on her body even as her hands explored his. And then she nipped at his neck; he couldn't help but gasp a bit in pain, so unexpected was this, but he let it go, and merely stroked her hair as her face left the range of his lips, moving downward along his body. He wasn't going to stop her; she could be exploring or trying to please him, he wanted her to do what she felt like, and he hoped he'd enjoy it too...
 
"Did I hurt you?"

She asked, pulling away from his neck to look up at him, her tone breathless as her chest heaved for more air. She hoped she hadn't hurt him too bad, but she knew she had left a mark. She inwardly cursed herself for getting too carried away. She calmed her strokes on his body, not wanting to hurt him or hear him make that sound of pain again. The fire raging through her body wasn't cooling, even with the lapse in stimulation. If anything, her body heated up more as she looked at him, his body flushed just as much as her own, eyes glassy with lust. Her fingernails went back to normal, not wanting to pierce his skin if her scratching got out of hand. Her teeth, however, stayed lightly pointed. She took in his scent a moment before she leaned down and gently kissed his throat, adding in gentler nips. Her hands stroked his body gently but still with heat and a somewhat hurried pace. She sighed against his skin as she licked his neck with light sweeps of the tip of her tongue. She kissed her way back to his lips as her hands stilled on his waist. She wanted to please him more than anything in this moment and since she knew nil about what he might like, she felt like she was failing terribly.​
 
Jackson chuckled as she paused and asked her question. "Just surprised, is all," he breathed. "There are times when a little pain isn't bad, I just wasn't expecting." He luxuriated in her nibbles and licks, and just about devoured his lips with his kisses when she moved back up to his face. With her on top, he wasn't doing a lot of moving, and he liked the change of pace, but he sensed her indecision about what to do. Of course. It only made sense.

He rolled, pushing her onto her back, and trusting that the submission he felt in her kiss was actual, and not just a product of his imagination. She allowed the roll, at least, so he ended up on top. "This..." he murmured, kissing her lips and moving down her jawline toward her ear, "...is about introduction, and exploration." He sucked on her earlobe, his breath fluttering against the shell of her ear, his naked body sliding over hers. His stiff shaft pressed between his belly and her upper thigh, so ready, but patient.

Taking a shuddering breath, he began to kiss down the side of her throat, toward her collarbone, planting warm little points along her skin. He took a moment to chuckle and playfully nip at her skin just about the same place as she'd nipped him. "We've got... the rest... of our lives... to explore... each other..." he said between kisses, "...so no pressure... just pleasure," he finished at the hollow of her throat. He rose a bit and looked up at her, meeting her eyes. "I want to bring you ecstasy. Then I'll make love to you, the first time. Then... anything you want. Everything's new, Serai, my love, for me as well, now."

He smiled at her, eyes shining. He really felt that way, actually: it didn't matter if he was more experienced, if he'd done the physical actions before. The love blossoming within him was utterly unique, completely new, and it made everything, every touch, every kiss, every tingle of pleasure, into something fresh. His body was experienced, but his mind and heart were as virginal to this sensation as she was.

Then he lowered his head and gently encompassed one of her taut, straining nipples with his mouth, lashing his tongue over the sensitive bud and sucking gently...
 
She let out a gasp of surprise when he rolled her onto her back, but still she smiled up at him, breath still shallow and heavy. She kissed him back with the same passion until he pulled his lips away to trail along her jawline, speaking in between kisses. The closer he got to her ear, the more she shivered and she gasped when he sucked on her earlobe, making her tingle. The motion mixed with his breath against her ear made her moan quietly, the friction of their bodies causing her to arch in the slightest. As he moved down her throat, she slipped her arms around his back, her hands running along his spine. She felt his shudder go through her own body but soon her attention was grabbed by the sensations at her throat. The skin there was extra sensitive and she moaned softly at his nipping and kisses. She looked up at him when he pulled back and spoke to her. Her cheeks heated at his words but she smiled and nodded, stroking his cheek.

"Then I'm yours...Jack...make me yours."

Her tone was hushed but passionate as she took in his expression, knowing she would never forget how he looked in that moment. She closed her eyes a moment as she took in a breath before she opened her eyes, watching his head lower. She was fascinated by what he was doing and gasped at the feel of his mouth, warm and wet pulling on her nipple while his tongue played with it gently. The action pulled a delicate moan from her mouth as she arched up into him, feeling the suction all the way to her core. Her hands went into his hair as she focused on his mouth.​
 
He lavished attention on first one nipple, then the other. Supporting himself over her with his elbows, he used his hands to cup and stroke the upper slopes of her lovely, full, natural breasts, grandually moving lower with his fingers as his lips trailed away from the hard points and down the sensitive undersides, kissing and licking slightly and even nipping playfully a time or two, with a wide smile and a faux-aggressive growl, always followed by a gentle chuckle. He was playing the beast, but his own throat remembered how close the beast was in her, so he made sure she knew when he was only playing.

His words tumbled in his head as her fingers tangled in his hair and his lips trailed across her ribs and belly. Make me yours, she'd whispered, eyes lidded with passion and voice thick with love and desire. He wanted to, wanted to show her in the way she seemed to want, wanted to be primal and aggressive, but he wasn't sure now was the time. He had the desire, and he could summon the power, but he also wanted to keep it loving and supportive at the same time. It was tricky, and he thought he might have to wait and show his possession when the opportunity arose, rather than manufacturing one. After all, what he planned to do wasn't exactly conducive to power moves, in the first place.

His mouth trailed down her belly, and the way she moaned and moved under him, he knew she was aroused and utterly focused on his motions. His hands stayed on her breasts, teasing and kneading and playing with the nipples, while he moved down, drawing up on his knees, using her compliant and languid writhing to position himself between her thighs, so that when he moved his face to her pelvis, trailing the edges of his teeth down the natural crease of her skin between hip and thigh, he was already positioned, and her whole most private area (for a human) was open to him...
 
Serai was focused on every moment of his talented mouth, moaning quietly and writhing in pleasure. She hadn't known she could feel this good on such a level. And he was only on her breasts! She had listened to women around her telling her about what it was like and she couldn't imagine them having it as good as she did. But her thoughts were soon dragged back to Jackson, his body, his hands, his mouth...All of him at once. She would snicker slightly at his growls, knowing he was playing, and it just made her all the more hotter. She had much more control over her darker side than he seemed to think she had. It was just around him that she felt it slipping away. But she reined in the beast and let her human half focus all her attention on him and his wicked touch.

As he kissed lower, she felt her body tingling with anticipation, getting more and more sensitive the further he moved down her form. She arched lightly as he kissed a particularly sensitive spot, a moan escaping her lips. She watched him, curious to see what he would do next, legs spread and welcoming. Her hands continued to stay in his hair, unwittingly urging him downward even as he moved there on his own. She was panting and flushed, eyes fixated on what he would do to her. Her body thrummed with sexual energy and she was almost impatient as she noticed how bare and open she was to his ministrations. She felt vulnerable and she gulped, calming down her rising panic. She trusted him and knew he wouldn't hurt her. Feeling his teeth she gasped in surprise, writhing in the slightest, eyes widening from the contact. And she found herself wanting so much more.​
 
He didn't need his eyes for this; it was really just fine to operate by feel, at this point. Not that he didn't love the look of a woman's intimate regions, but it wasn't necessary. His lips felt the folds of her, his tongue tasted the wondrous tang of her, and that was enough. He gazed lovingly up the length of her body, meeting her eyes as his mouth opened to encompass her, and he licked gently both up and down before delving within, seeking out his target. He tended to be focused, seeking out that fleshy pleasure button and lavishing attention upon it; he saw no reason to change his tactics just yet.

While the tip of his limber licker sought out her most hidden folds, his hands stroked her body, coming down to her legs and thighs, as was more comfortable. He spared some attention to stroking her sensitive skin there, finally resting his palms on the backs of her legs, just "above" the knee, and gently levering her legs higher and wider, opening her up even more to his oral attentions. He thought to be a little more insistent than he usually would be; not rough, but strong, a slight indication of his dominance. He was sure he'd have more opportunities for such soon, but right now, this seemed enough for him.

The taste of her was intoxicating. On his lips, on his tongue, the wonderful scent of her filling his head and almost making his eyes cross. He was almost painfully hard between his crouched legs, and his fingers flexed on her thighs as he moaned at the carnal joy of it all, letting himself just flow with the sensation. Even if it was just his mouth and hands on her, he felt connected, so her writhing and moans were thrilling him to his core.
 
Serai gasped at the feel of his lips and tongue upon her folds, having never felt such a thing, it was certainly something to be shocked about. She watched him, finding the sight compelling to view and found him looking at her as he opened his mouth and licked. She arched back in the slightest, letting out a moan. She shivered in the slightest as her hands stayed in his hair, tightening with each swipe of his tongue before loosening up again. She had never thought she would feel such pleasure and it only increased when he stroked her clit, giving it plenty of attention which caused the tension in her body to heighten. She panted and gasped, moaning at the way he worked to her folds. Her sex ached more and more the longer her ravished her with his talented mouth, even if he was taking his time.

Her attention was split between his hands and his mouth as she felt him stroking her skin, purring and moaning from the touch and the motions. She felt him spread her legs and prod them upwards, her knees bending more, feeling herself get spread wider and become more open to whatever he wanted from her. Her head rested against the pillows, her body arching against his mouth, silently begging for more of him. She was in ecstasy and yet in hell. The pleasure in her body was beginning to be something tangible, starting as a low burn that settled low in her stomach. Her hands tangled in his hair as she lifted her head to look up at him, having heard his moan. She was wondering if he was enjoying himself and she soon had her answer. Panting, she pressed her head back against the pillows, moaning out his name softly. Her skin felt like fire, hot and consuming. And he hadn't even penetrated her yet. She swallowed at the thought, moaning out quietly.​
 
He felt himself slipping into a kind of zen state, where all that mattered, all that existed was his mouth and her body. He orchestrated his tongue and lips to her moans, cries, and twitches, refining his work on the fly, so to speak. Moves that got a good response would be repeated, and he was always trying to change up, trying to find the next big thing. He could hear and feel her rising in a crescendo, could tell she was building. He wondered if this was her first orgasm; he couldn't imagine someone not touching themselves as they grew up (and the image of Serai touching herself jolted his brain for a moment), but for all he could tell, it might have been the case. Or perhaps it was just different with another participant...

His name moaned on her lips made him tremble. His own need made his nethers ache as he crouched over them, but he had a goal, a purpose. Oh, yes, he would satisfy himself, and her, and make their union full and complete. He would do this, and glory in the feelings, both physical and emotional. But first, but first, he was going to pleasure her until she couldn't see straight. Or at least to her first orgasm with him. The first climax of their relationship, and he wanted it to be hers, entirely hers, and to come straight from his efforts. And he was not going to be denied in this. Whatever his newfound authority entailed, he was going to exert it only to good purposes, and this was as fine a purpose as he had room to think of at the moment.
 
Every touch and caress and breath upon her was like another bit of flame to her fire. It was becoming an all-consuming blaze, just eating away at her self-control and restraint. She tangled her hands in his hair, trying not to move around too much or press too hard. He was learning her body easily, and figuring out what made her cry out and moan the most. It was insane, totally destroying all her thoughts until only he mattered and the moment they were both blessed to be in. It wasn't her first time being brought to completion, but it was certainly the first time with someone else pulling the strings and making her feel more alive than she had ever felt.

Her skin was lightly coated in sweat from the ministrations and restraint placed on her body. And of course, the pleasure ripping through her system and cranking her blood to boiling. She couldn't imagine feeling this way with anyone else. It was crazy and a little bit scary, but she wanted this so much it made her body go taut with desire. The flames of the pleasure brought out by him were quickly growing hotter and higher. Serai could hardly keep her eyes open or her mouth shut. She had never been one to be loud in the first place, but something about Jackson made her want for him to hear how much she was enjoying herself and how much he affected her. She gasped as she tried to catch her breath, but it was no use. The fire was almost getting too hot for her to handle, and she hoped that Jackson would experience the same thing she was.​
 
She was so alarmingly responsive, so incredibly erotic in her writing and mewling, so totally given over to her pleasure at his tongue... he was going to have trouble. He was already painfully aroused by her, just from being able to watch her react. Her body was a finely tuned instrument, and while he was learning to play her, she would swiftly outclass him as she was. His only advantages were experience and a sharp learning curve; perhaps he could keep up with her if he kept teaching as quickly as he learned. He didn't know how they were going to fare as life partners, but as playmates, he was really, really, really looking forward to the coming years.

He could feel her climbing the scale, hear her arousal reach greater intensity. It was in the sound of her cries, her gasps, her tightening of her fingers in his hair. He wondered, briefly, if she would lose a bit of control over those nails/claws in the short-circuiting ecstasy of orgasm, but put it out of his mind. He'd received "war wounds" before, and he hoped any he received from her wouldn't be too painful. Especially since they'd be scalp wounds, if he was right about her climaxing... very... soon...
 
"Nn....Jack..."


She moaned out softly as he continued to stroke and twist her to his will with his talented tongue and sensuous mouth. The fires inside her body continued to rage and she knew that soon, very soon, he would would send her spiraling over the edge and into all-consuming, burning pleasure. Her skin was flushed pink, nipples hard as diamonds from the pleasure, every muscle taut and tuned to what he was doing to her. She had never felt so connected to anyone in her life, especially in this way. She could smell the scents of their arousal mixing and mingling with the other scents in the room, filling her lungs to capacity and going straight to her head and groin. It was becoming too much for her to control...too much for her to keep a grip on.

That pressure and pleasure reached new heights with a few well-placed strokes of his tongue, bringing her so close to orgasm she could practically taste it on her tongue. It was going to be huge, she could feel it, her body tingling as she groaned and writhed, legs spread wide to his ministrations. A sheen of sweat on her body didn't cool her down in the least and her mind spun with how much she could feel. How could she feel so much, be so in tune with one person? She didn't know and the answer and her breath were snatched away as she felt herself thrown over the edge. Her teeth sharpened along with her nails as she climaxed, crying out Jack's name in pleasure as she writhed, inner channels clamping down with each wave of pleasure. Her vision went fuzzy and hazy as the ecstasy washed over her. Jack hadn't been lying after all.​
 
He felt her finally quake, finally push over the edge, spasming in that oh-so-incredibly-arousing way. He could feel her body clench under his mouth, twitch under his tongue. And her hands gripped and pulled at his hair, and that's also when he was vaguely distracted from riding the joy with her by the furrows of hot pain that slid along his scalp.

He didn't say anything, he kept working his tongue, eyes wide and watching her, but he couldn't entirely embrace the experience, wholly, if only for the distraction. He was tempted to see if he could push her into a string, ride the crest of this wave straight into others. That might be a good experiment for the future, but right now, he wasn't sure whether it was sweat or blood pooling up on his scalp and starting to run down his temple, so he made sure he extended this one climax, and then let her free, panting against her body, crawling back up the bed to embrace her still-twitching shoulders, his hardness nudging familiarly against her slick thighs. He kissed her, mingling his tastes with hers and letting her taste them both, together, and almost lost himself once more in her lips. He had to take a moment, however, breaking free and rolling to reach out to the bedside table for a tissue to blot his head. It seemed to be mostly sweat, but the tissue did come up pink in a couple of places...

"Oh, my," he chuckled breathlessly, "first blood goes to you!"
 
She felt his arms about her shoulders as she remained in the gentling throws of her orgasm, feeling him between her thighs and already aching for more of him. His kiss was heated as their tongues tangled, tasting both him and herself and an odd combination of both their flavors. She moaned softly, feeling like her throat might go hoarse from all the moaning and sounds she ended up making because of him. She could feel herself getting consumed by the kiss before he pulled away and grabbed a tissue. She felt her curiosity get prodded as he blotted at his head. It was then she noticed the smell of blood and she blushed crimson.

"I'm so sorry!"

She murmured, just as breathless as she looked at her fingernails, seeing the blood underneath each one. She frowned heavily, even as she heard his chuckle. It wasn't pleasant that she had hurt him enough to draw blood. She felt terrible that she had. She leaned up to nuzzle his neck with her nose and cheeks as she sighed.

"I didn't mean to harm you..."​
 
"Serai, it's my professional opinion that these lacerations are minor. And frankly, I'm flattered that I make you lose control, even that much." He grinned at her, applying just a little bit of direct pressure. The wounds stung, because of his aroused sweat, but they were barely more than deep scratches. He'd had worse, from women he hadn't really even cared about.

He took her hand as she nuzzled him, all cat-like, and examined her fingers. It was amazing how she could change so much and so quickly. "Still, if we want to avoid this kind of thing, I guess we're just going to have to get you used to the sensation." He nuzzled her back, lovingly. He also had a wicked idea; it might help her feel dominated, like she wanted to be, and it might help him keep pace with her raw sexuality. He kissed her gently before continuing with a smile. "Although... there's some techniques I've tried once or twice that might assist in the meantime. It requires trust, though... and several long scarves..."

Part of him realized the irony of busting her out of a cage just to suggest some light bondage, but the big difference was the voluntary nature of it.
 
She grinned against his throat, feeling him examining her fingernails. They had retracted back to normal since her orgasm, her teeth having returned to normal proportions. Though she was still hot and fiery, she was more cooled off now that she had gotten a good blast of pleasure. She felt him nuzzle her back and she purred faintly, her ears twitching in the slightest as she listened to his words. He had wicked intent behind those words, and she was game for it. She shivered slightly at the sense of dominance she felt from him and she pulled back after the kiss to look at him with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

"Jack....I trust you...."

She pulled back to present her wrists to him, grinning faintly at him as she blushed in innocence. She needed a mate strong enough to pin her down and project dominance, especially if she ever got out of control. Her body wanted Jackson, knew he had the potential to take control of her if things got out of hand. She looked up at him, taking a deep breath as she kissed him deeply and lovingly.

"I need to know that you can control me if I get out of control. I need you to be able to bring me back if I go crazy."

Her whispered words held some weight as she looked up at him with seriousness that didn't dampen her arousal. She wanted him, needed him soon, and cared for him more than she cared for anyone else. She wanted to love him on the physical level, even if she hadn't told him the words yet. She wasn't sure if she could yet, but she felt it and knew that he felt it as well.​
 
He gazed at her in all seriousness. "I... want to do that. I will. For you." He knew she was talking about more than just the two of them in the bed right then. He didn't know whether he'd be up to it, but he knew he owed it to her to try to be.

"I think for now, though, we'll start small... and as a tool-using ape, I'll need some props..."

He had to get up to find what he was looking for. As Serai guided him from the bed, smiling gently the whole time, he found some long diaphanous lengths of cloth. They could be parts of a local outfit, or scarves, or anything; he didn't know and frankly, he didn't care what their original purpose had been.

Coming back to the bed, he explained as he worked. "I want your hands on me, Serai. I want to feel you hold me as we are together. But neithe of us wants claws. So what we'll do is, these lengths of cloth tied to your wrists will give you freedom to move, but the other ends will go around the bedframe edge, and they'll get tied to this length, here. So as you get excited, if I need to salvage my skin from your lovely nails, I'll pull on this one, and it'll draw your wrists apart and down. Restraint when we need it, but not before." He paused to look in her eyes, his own twinkling with the passion of it, and the slight kinkiness gave his grin an extra glimmer.

"Are you good with this? This doesn't spook you?"
 
She nodded at his words before smirking a bit to herself with the use of his nouns and calling himself an ape. She thought it was rather funny. She watched him leave the bed and then grab some lengths of cloth. She tipped her head in curiosity, feeling a slice of anticipation move through her. What was he going to be doing with that, exactly? She wondered to herself as she smiled at him with questioning eyes. She felt pulses of arousal at the words he spoke, the things he wanted from her. She blushed slightly in innocence and what could only be modesty, as infinitesimal as it was. She watched him work, feeling the silky smoothness of the cloth and yet the strength of it. She heard his last words, saw the gleam in his eye. Her animalistic nature didn't want to be tied down but she felt the curiosity of her human nature conflicting with that. But she definitely was in tune with the whole kinky aspect of it all. It got her blood going and, quite strangely, turned her on. It did bother her that she was being restrained, but because it was Jackson, it didn't bother her. Which was weird for her. But she didn't let her mind over think it. That was Jack's job. And so she gave into her feelings rather than her thoughts as she grinned back at him, eyes darkened with lust and curiosity.

"I'm not afraid because it's you."

She smiled at him, her expression softening in the slightest even as her arousal seemed to skyrocket at the thought of restraint, especially because it was only slight restraint. Not like the cage. She shivered lightly at that thought before she looked up at Jackson with trust and something like love.​
 
He grinned at her, love in his eyes to match hers, then leaned in close to kiss her deeply. The cloths on her wrists were slack, colorful bracelets, trailing off to the side. He cupped her head in his hands, cradling it as he kissed her, lying down again next to her. He nuzzled her neck, feeling her body press against his... loving the touch of it, the caress of skin on skin. They embraced, and he moved atop her so that her improvised bonds wouldn't restrict her quite yet, in their slackened state. He loved her arms around him, her hands in his hair (even on his injuries), against his neck, on his back. He loved the feel of her breasts pressing against his chest, each of their stiff nipples pressing like stones, indenting each other's flesh. His lips once again devoured hers, the kisses opening to each other almost instantly now, tongues dancing with each other.

He was acutely aware of their bellies sliding, and lower... His almost painful rigidity brushed her thighs, gently leaking his arousal, and he felt her legs almost unconsciously rise to wrap around him, her hips writhing slightly beneath him. He knew she was still highly charged, even with his long pause to handle the tying... He could feel her wetness against his legs and his groin as he moved himself into position. He was ready, oh, so goddamn ready, but he had to be sure of her, he had to feel her against him. This was going to be written in her memory forever, and his too, and he wanted to be sure it was perfect. Well, as perfect a sit could be considering the precautions...
 
She sighed softly when he took her face in his hands and pressed their lips together before he laid down beside her. She felt him nuzzle her neck as her hands roamed his form, enjoying every caress and heated touch, craving more with every breath. She felt him embrace her and she returned his affections, feeling him move to rest on top of her. She bit her lip at the press of his form, not at all minding her slack bonds. One of her hands moved into his hair, being gentle about it yet demanding as her other hand moved along his spine. The press of their chests went straight to her and she moaned out slightly from the friction and feel of it all. She felt his lips once more at her own, commanding and hungry for her. She returned his passion and heat eagerly, opening to him instantly as their tongues twined and fought for dominance.

She gasped at the feel of his length against her thighs, feeling the slight wetness at the tip against her skin. She was aware of everything their bodies did to one another, but she was more attuned to the workings of their nether regions. Her legs moved accordingly, opening herself up to him as she wrapped her legs about his waist, her hips moving upwards in the slightest, inviting him to her body. She could feel him against her folds, so close to penetrating her slick heat and it just made the heat sizzle hotter as she pressed a little more, wanting him to feel how much she wanted him...She pulled from his lips to nip his ear, whimpering so softly it was almost inaudible. She needed him and now, the spark of urgency in her gentle bite.​
 
He could feel her pumping under him as her legs wrapped around him, so eager, so hungry. Her arms clutched at him, her lips inflamed him, she was passion in a gorgeous package, and he was so stiff and ready, his limbs felt cold from lack of blood.

She pressed herself against him, and he could feel the heat of her almost singing him as he angled himself with just his hips. She broke their kiss and seized on his ear, nipping in her urgency, whimpering and whining like a beautiful beast. He felt his passion flare, and he turned his head, drawing his ear from her mouth, and buried his face against her throat, opening his mouth and fixing it against her neck, not trying to inflict damage, but putting pressure against her throat with his teeth, hard enough to temporarily mark the skin.

He closed his jaw on her, and felt her stiffen, and it seemed perfect, it seemed like what she wanted, from her gasp and her shiver and her body's reaction, so he smoothly and unstoppably slid his hips forward and into Serai, feeling the resistance of her untouched channel part beneath him. He felt her give in beneath him, her body reacting, going crazy with the sensation, and he felt swept along with it, buoyed up with it... it was incredible...
 
His jaw on her throat made her moan, just what she wanted and needed. The bite was hard enough to help her relax as well as turn up the heat on her already fiery arousal. She clung tighter to him and felt his hips move forward, finally penetrating her. And it hurt. It wasn't terrible pain but it made her gasp and shake as he went in without stopping. It was indescribable how it felt. One the one hand, there was slight pain as she was stretched to her limit. On the other, it sent a flare of arousal slicing through her. She felt her teeth shift in the slightest as she cried out in both pleasure and pain, her arms tightening around Jackson in the slightest. She panted and tried to catch her breath, feeling her body adjust to his size and invasion. It took her a moment or two, but soon she adjusted and she groaned softly, loosening up her grip in the slightest as she felt pleasant little waves of pleasure drift through her body from their joining point. She swallowed as she closed her eyes, her body willing him to move just a little bit more and she felt him all the way to the hilt. He couldn't possibly go any deeper but she wanted him to. She wanted him to take her hard and fast, yet slow and deep. She was slightly confused as to what exactly she wanted, but she was leaving it all up to him on the pace of their lovemaking.​
 
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