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Consumed by Fire (DigitalSiren x Vekraihr)

When she pointed out her poor choice in footwear Oriane had seen a bright side; Sol was likely to carry her. There was no way that that outcome couldn't be a pleasant one. In the crisp air, Oriane didn't feel cold, perhaps a bit chilly at best. Sol would be warm, oh so warm for her to cuddle into and help chase away the boreal chill from the air. However, Ace it seemed was well prepared for those who were wealthy enough to afford a small piece of paradise within the boughs. Most, she guessed, would appreciate such attention to detail and the consideration it took to be so prepared. Orii herself might have found it charming had she not had a very happy realization that she could have been cradled in her lover's arms.

"Thank you Ace" Her voice was still friendly, though there was the slightest tinge to her tone that hinted that she was not as thrilled as she could have been. For a moment however, that bit of pout was lost as Sol knelt within the snow and undid the straps of her heels. There was something about him being on his knees like that before her that made her blood heat as she breathed in her breath hitching. The feeling could have also been a reaction to his constant teasing with the word wife, but even Oriane could tell that that wasn't it. There was something intimate and definitely arousing as she felt his fingers against her skin, the straps pulled free. The moment was fleeting and as her small feet were slipped into fur lined boots, it vanished all together. The boots themselves were comfortable and a marvel much like Sol’s expanding inventory.

Chuckling as she was drawn into his arms, her own arms snaked around his shoulders, as she was wont to do anytime Sol lifted her into his arms like he did. Set down on the snow covered ground. It was interesting to feel the ground give slightly under her as the snow compressed beneath her feet. Her smile was shy and Oriane decided to test out something. "At least I was not alone in feeling a bit pouty then. Though... I did like you on your knees" her tone had taken a turn into salacious and she blushed lightly. Oriane didn't have a dominant bone in her body, the appeal of him on his knees had not been in that vein either. She couldn't quite put her finger on what had appealed to her so. His gaze traveling up her body? She could picture how in a different place and time, how his eyes might have looked, the gold of his eyes heating with desire. Shivering lightly she cleared her throat.

Rather than continue to stare at Sol, her cheeks flushed from anything but the cold, she looked to the charming scene before them. It was almost magical, the blankets of shimmering white that lay over any surface they were allowed to settle. From the Trees, their branches laden with pristine white snow, bowing slightly under the weight. Sheets of the pleasant white water lay across the roofs like fluffy icing of gingerbread houses. That's what this reminded her of! When she'd been smaller, her mother and father had shared that tradition with her. It hadn't been quite the same as the long standing tradition of earth, for ginger and confectioners sugar were not as easily sourced on their planet. The effect had still been the same. Looking down the pathway between the houses as the breeze blew, a tendril of snow rose and spiraled upwards, taking flight on the breeze. Leaning into Sol, Oriane smiled before slipping her hands into his.

"It's charming." Her voice was soft, dreamy as she recalled other things she could compare to the vision before her. "Like finding myself within a snow globe" Another earthly item; when she'd been small, she'd been interested in earth, humans.. Mostly because of her mother and father. Softly she began to hum. Her parents had never owned a delicate globe filled with water and flurries to settle on an idyllic scene, but she'd fallen asleep many nights to the soft chiming of music from her data pad. The notes that she hummed, shyly were from We Wish You a Merry Christmas. As they crossed the snow behind Ace, she tipped her face up towards Sol. "Do you celebrate Christmas?" The thought drawn from the memories of gingerbread houses and snow globes.

Ace pulled the door open and allowed the couple to enter first. Oriane stepped away from Sol as she looked around what could only be the living room. Such things were not as common to her and she assumed to a point, Sol either. In space, space was precious, funnily enough. Housing often had been utilitarian, comfort and other such pleasantry shaved down to make more room for others or necessities for living. Even in the Spine this held true. Their home had mostly been a square with everything they needed pushed into one area for the most part. This was a room, designed solely for the purpose of gathering. A stone fireplace sat along one wall with a fire crackling merrily in it's hearth. From here Oriane couldn't tell if the flames were real or hologram, but if pressed she would have guessed real. The walls and floors were wood, though there was a difference. Where the floors were polished and fine, the walls were however raw. Beams of wood were used as supports and accents.

Stairs lead upwards and doorways to other parts of the house. Through one doorway Oriane could see a fully functional kitchen and another seemed to be a study of sorts. She could only guess that the bedrooms were above them. Slowly Oriane drifted away from the, heading for the kitchen. Here there was an actual stove and oven, unlike the single burner they had in the Spine. A full refrigerator, an island and covered in marble a bar to one side, where the sink was located. The amount of space offered within it this one home could have easily housed several families from the Spine comfortably.
 
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Azrekar looked to Orii as she thanked him and his visor beamed brightly at her, the colors shifting a little to a more subdued, pastel hue. "You are quite welcome, Oriane! I apologize for robbing you of the pleasures of your partner carrying you. However, he seems to be happy to do so anyway, if you were to so desire," his response was as candid and personal as it could be; Erudonians were not known for their ability to hold secrets. Those of his race didn't particularly view much as particularly shameful, since their thoughts were much more open to each other than those of races who had less connections with each other. Sol merely offered her a warm, sweet grin as he knelt to the ground and began to undo her heels.

His fingertips gently slipped underneath the fastener and loosened it, his skin lightly brushing hers and he made sure to prolong the contact just a small amount. Rounding to her heel after he'd undone the strap, he placed three fingers against the back of her calf and then deliberately dragged them down, hooking the rear strap and tracing the outline of her foot as he pulled it off. He repeated the process for the second foot, clueing in on the way Orii was feeling and his gaze smoldered as he looked up at her. Briefly, she'd see him glance between her legs and at what lay beneath that pleasant dress of hers. Then, he cradled her leg at the edge of her thigh with one hand as he slipped the boot over her foot as he growled amorously beneath his breath but loudly enough for her to hear.

Azrekar, if he knew what the two were feeling between each other, didn't seem to pay them much mind, instead facing towards the home until Sol had slipped the other boot on Orii and reached up into her dress just a little to give her inner thigh a provocative squeeze. As they all began for the homestead and Orii commented on how he'd been on his knees, he grinned with a low chuckle and he leaned towards her ear and whispered suggestively, "Then, you'd better not mind your dress getting messy later once we're settled in." Sol nipped her ear softly before pulling away, very apparently pleased with himself as his eyes had creased from his deep grin.

He'd found the cold bracing and refreshing, the thin membrane doing well to protect him against the biting chill he might have otherwise felt and Orii would notice how the runes of the membrane seemed to shimmer brighter in this climate. After all, it was meant to aid the user deal with less than ideal climates. Sol took both of her hands as she offered them, smiling happily as he squeezed down softly onto them and he looked around at the lovely facades before them. He'd never dreamed he'd look at houses so rustic and beautiful in his whole life and, yet, here he was.

Listening to her as she spoke of finding herself charmed by this place, Sol had to agree with her. There was something quite lovely about the snow, how it seemed to dampen the noises-- not that there was much sound to be heard anyway-- and how it tickled his skin when it touched. As Orii began to hum an old Christmas carol, Sol became wistfully nostalgic for a moment as he thought of Christmas on the colony ship. For a brief moment, his heart grew heavy at the memories and he had to push back against the lump which briefly paused in his throat. "I haven't in a long time," Sol admitted, an ardent desire obvious in his tone as he looked at her and smiled, "But, I have a feeling I'll do so this year." Azrekar remained respectfully silent as the two conversed, opening the door for them and ushering them through with a warm hue displayed on his dragonfly eye-like display, its composition being thousands of tiny hexagonal grids which meshed together almost seamlessly.

Sol looked around with a smile at the warm and conventional interior they found within, appreciating the combined usage of stone and woodwork to bring out the beauty of both. Even the accent pieces seemed to complement the style of the home, giving it a cohesive and well-put together theme. Rustic definitely spoke to him, but Sol craved something a little more extraordinary for his love and, if it weren't for the realtor's mind reading capabilities, his expression certainly would have clued him in that he wasn't fully impressed. However, he did tour the entire lower floor with Oriane, walking towards the fireplace and he stretched a hand out to feel the warmth from the crackling flames.

"This is lovely, but I'm not certain that it's perfect," Sol said with warmth and respect in his tone and he looked back towards Oriane with a smile. "Do you feel the same, my love?" he asked as he walked back towards the main area and looked towards the stairs. "Well, if you are certain, we can skip the upstairs and move on to another abode. However, I always recommend everyone see the bedrooms. Especially newlywed couples," Azrekar hinted towards the more intimate side of a relationship in more of a knowing, cordial manner than anything disrespectful. Sol thought on it for a moment and then walked to Oriane and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "Let's go see the beds," he said with a playful laugh as he scooped her up and cradled her sweetly.

It was effortless for him to even carry her up the stairs, not a visible strain on his face as he grinned eagerly and brought her into the hallway, mindful of her head and toes as he did. Ace seemed to be fine staying down below and, since he had, Sol grinned mischievously as he carried Orii through one of the doorways where he could see the makings of a bedroom within. As they walked through, the room opened before them filled with exquisitely carved, dark-stained wooden furniture with light-stained accents. The bed was enormous, bigger than even a king-size and was lined with exqusite looking cream and tan furs with large, fluffy pillows at the head of the bed, which looked as though it was carved to look like ivy.

Sol moved towards the bed quickly and threw Oriane down onto it, the soft, cushioning material molding to her beautiful figure. Sol gave her no time to recover and leapt overtop her with smoldering heat in his eyes as he pinned her arms to the bed and kissed her deeply. In the way he was kissing and holding her, he communicated a simple thing: she belonged to him, in the most primal way, and vice versa. His body was poised against hers, hard from the armored plates but he didn't place enough of his weight against her to be unpleasant. As he kissed her ravenously, he nibbled at her lip and tugged lightly to open her mouth before shoving his tongue within. His tongue rolled around hers deftly before, just as suddenly as he'd begun, he pulled away. His eyes were as bright as burning coals and he gave a low noise of desire before fully standing. "Later," he promised her, his voice smoldering and deep as he reached around her waist and pulled her from off her back and into the air. Certainly, this would have made a lovely home but Sol didn't feel like it hit every note for them. As he lead her back downstairs, he began to look through his communicator to see where else they might go and he couldn't help but be drawn again towards those ocean views.

"Were the bedrooms to your liking?" Ace asked cheerfully, either unaware of the brief impropriety which had occured or feigning aloofness to spare them any shame-- not that Sol seemed to have any.
 
Blushing crimson Orii had been so embarrassed as Ace had commented on her thoughts, not that that feeling had been allowed to linger. Rather Sol distracted her with the way he touched her.. the way his hands hand lingered on her body, the way they had grazed along her skin, teasingly as he performed such a simple task. Oriane didn't miss the intent behind his touch or when his eyes had lowered. Body and blood heated almost instantly as her mouth went dry. The growl had her eyes closing, her lower lip bit down on hard, to hold back the whimper she wanted to give that sound. It wasn't a sound of fear, not that Sol would have thought so, had the needy, eager sound left her. When his hand slid beneath her dress slightly her thighs came together, trapping his hand between the softness of her thighs. Her legs rubbed together slightly, his hand prisoner between them before she released him. Blushing Oriane met his gaze, neither of them unaffected by the teasing.

However it was all made worse after she'd told him how she'd felt about him on his knees. Sol counted her blushing admission with one of his own and Oriane couldn't help but gulp softly. While she wasn't sure exactly what that promise meant, she could guess on some level that it was sexual. With how Oriane was feeling it only made it worse, in the sweetest of ways. The nip to the tender lobe of her ear had her gasping softly and once more fighting a sound that begged to rumble from her throat. Not a purr this time or a whimper but a sweet moan. Closing her eyes tightly she counted slowly to ten to rein in on her emotions and the dire need she felt. Oriane had never been sexual before Sol, so this aching feeling.. was unknown to her and she was struggling to keep it all in control.

Perhaps that was why she'd walked away under the guise of looking at the property. She needed a little space, more so she didn't think, say or do anything inappropriate before Ace. She'd just begun to calm down, her need slowly easing to a point that was manageable. Oh, Oriane still felt it... It just no longer felt like she might be in danger of moaning in front of Ace. A small blessing because she wasn't sure if she could handle such a thing without dying of embarrassment and she had something to look forward to. She wondered how her dress would get messy before her mind moved to what he'd said about Christmas. That was a safe subject, one she was eager to explore further. Making a mental note, she decided as she wandered back towards Sol and Ace, to make this Christmas special for him.

She looked up and blushed softly, having to recall what had been said to her, already starting her plans for a holiday several months away. "It is lovely, I do like the rustic style" Her eyes traced the lines of the home, before she shook her head, carmine locks moving with the motion. "But, you're right. It doesn't feel right" She looked to Ace with a shy smile. "It is a beautiful home, but perhaps not for us?" She looked to Sol, seeking confirmation for a second time. Ace's question had her head turning towards him so she didn't see Sol move "Oh?" When his arm slipped around her waist she jumped slightly then chuckled softly, the sound ending with a full on laugh as she was pulled into his arms. "Sol!"

Carried up the stairs she nestled into him closer, eyes on his strong profile. She didn't see the room, but felt his pace quicken before she was airborne for a moment. A squeal left her and she bounced on the softness of the mattress. She had little if no time to react before she found the much larger frame of Sol pinning her to the soft mattress. Her arms were dragged above her head and pinned in place. Orii couldn't help but test the strength that held her pinned even as she kissed him back. Tugging at her wrists slightly, she didn't really want to escape Sol or his kiss, the struggle purely playful. The message wasn't lost on her and all that hard work she'd done to calm herself was undone in that kiss. Back arching slightly as she kissed him, she didn't and couldn't if she had wanted to, hold back the low moan. The sound was low, needy, rumbling through her throat and into their kiss.

And as suddenly as he had been on her, he was gone. Breathless and confused and.. well horny Oriane stared up at him dazed. Whimpering softly she nodded and shifted along the bed, that same telltale sign of her thighs brushing together to try and ease the need she felt. Pulled from the mattress Orii's knees felt weak as she smoothed her hair and dress into place once more before allowing Sol to guide her from the room. Blush in her cheek, Orii tried to keep her mind blank as she nodded wordlessly, a soft sound that resembled something close to yes, leaving her finally. The bedroom had been very nice, at.. least she thought it had been? Clearing her throat, Oriane tried to remember how to just function like a normal person, Sol having robbed her of the ability quite thoroughly. "You're turn to pick husband." Her words seemed distracted still, the flush in her cheeks lingering.
 
Sol wondered if Oriane knew how each of those little noises she made affected him; how each gasp, each whisper stoked the flames of his desire and pushed him to more bold action. Her flushed cheeks spurred him further still, enjoying that crimson hue that lit her lovely face as the gold flecks danced in her eyes. Sol had plenty of experience being sexual but never had he experienced the thrall which she held over him; that magnetic pull that threatened to swallow him every time he got close— a feeling that was most welcome for the Solarian. For a moment, Sol found himself jealous of Ace’s ability to read surface thoughts for he wondered what was going through his beloved’s mind. Not that it was horribly difficult to tell, though.

Sol nodded and replied with a warm, “Indeed,” as Orii prompted him for a second confirmation of their mutual decision on the household. As she jumped up to his grip, Sol took that as all the invitation he needed for him to continue scooping her up off the ground. In the bedroom, Orii’s reaction to his kiss made it so very difficult for him to pull away. Her sensual moan elicited a heated, impassioned growl from his as he pinned her just a little harder at her light tugging. He knew she was being playful with him and his response was in kind. Just before he moved away, he pressed himself into her and arched his hips towards hers; silently communicating his salacious desires before he pulled away from her.

When her thighs began to brush together, Sol briefly considered how improprietous it would be for him to ravish her on a bed they didn’t plan to own. Surely, they wouldn’t have been the first couple. However, the presence of the telepath downstairs dissuaded him from such a line of action, despite the growing lack of space within his armor. He’d made a grave mistake keeping it on, but he had no way of knowing if they’d have been assaulted again when they made it to the Boughs. Better safe than sorry, he’d always been told. As they came downstairs and were greeted by the cheerful alien, Sol nodded slowly and smiled. “Of course, my darling wife. Yes, indeed the bedrooms were quite lovely. I think we’d like to go to this location next,” he said warmly as he showed the location which was perched on a verdant cliffside. Sol’s arm was wrapped around Orii, lightly squeezing her hip as he gave her a smoldering glance.

“A wonderful choice!” Azrekar stated as he started to turn to walk out of the home. As he did, Sol scooped up Orii once again and carried her bridal-style out through the door after Ace held it open for them. A warm grin was on Sol’s face as he carried her all the way to the car, setting her down onto the seat and he knelt down once again to remove the boots and replace her heels. Much as he did before, he took his time to trace his fingers along her skin in an appreciative, sensual way as he changed her attire. After her shoes had been changed, Ace put the boots back in the car’s trunk before getting in and the dome shut around them and the interior began to quickly warm as the skycar took off. Sol cradled Orii close, stroking her hair and ensuring there was calming music on the radio anytime they flew.

As the day progressed, they went to several different types of houses. Obviously, the second was the cliffside one which Sol found to be enjoyable but with Orii’s timidness of heights he thought it would be far too anxious for her to live there. Next, they went to a larger village that had been built in a style like ancient Asian cultures from the planet Earth, only on a much grander scale. Again, this one was quite nice within, decorated inside to match the outside well with both modern and contemporary elements and with a Japanese minimalist decorative style. However, Sol kept thinking of those houses beneath the waves and it was the only thing his mind kept harkening back to as he thought of all the sights they might see there. Next, they visited a dwelling on the edge of that chromatic forest which overlooked it from a high, strange cliff. This place had a very fantastical feel to it, which Sol thought was charming but didn’t fit with his vision of the home he wanted for the two of them.

Sol’s attention wasn’t only on the homes, however, as it seemed everywhere they went Sol found some excuse to get Orii alone in order for him to pin her to something and kiss her with passionate ardor. A wall, a table, even a particularly large dresser at one point; Sol didn’t allow a home to pass without showing her how deeply he wanted her. During one of their spirited rendezvous, Sol went so far as to slide his hand up into her dress and pressed between her legs, deliberately tracing her through the thin fabric she wore beneath for a few moments before releasing her. They’d been quite far from Ace for that one, who seemed to be a little too keen to wait in the common areas each time they’d explored the houses.

Finally, they made their way to the ocean home which Sol had his eyes on the entire time, the skycar flying over large plains before the water, shimmering like a blue jewel, began to appear on the horizon. On the coast, Sol saw what seemed to be a ferry service of several skycars which were going to and from the homes off in the distance. As they flew over the large body of water, Sol could see different types of homes that sat just above the waves, all shaped in spheres and discs of sorts with many windows open to all sides to take in the sights from all around. Sol watched as they began to land on the roof of one of these discs, which had blinking, red indicator lights around meant for the landing of skycars and other airborne vehicles. “Wow,” Sol muttered as he stared out of the window, jaw a little slack with amazement as he pulled Orii closer to look as well.

“These homes are very special because you can actually control the level they sit at, which will change what you can see from your windows. Isn’t that neat?” Azrekar asked them as the car came to a full stop on the roof, a metallic clicking being heard as the soft hum of electromagnets engaging rang out and the dome began to open. Immediately, the salty brine of the ocean rose up to greet them, being a refreshing sort of smell that Sol found he liked right away. As he stood up from the car, he looked over towards the hatch which would obviously lead them down into the home. Once he was standing, Sol reached his hand for Orii to help her from her seat and to hold her as he so enjoyed doing when they were together.

Azrekar went ahead of them, going to open the hatch and climbing down within, the soft ringing of metallic footsteps upon the ladder coming from the opening. Once they made their way over, Sol made his way down next, both to catch Orii if she happened to lose her grip and to protect her modesty. However, Sol took the opportunity to look up into her dress as she climbed down and he felt briefly tempted to stop so he could slip his head under the billowing fabrics to further tease the poor girl. However, with Ace being in the doorway to this welcoming room, Sol thought better of it.

Greeting them was a warm, expansive foyer with windows all around which were tinted to block out some of the harsher tones of light without affecting the color which filtered through. Around them were various pieces of furniture for lounging and comfort, with various shelves lined with books and other complimentary knick-knacks to the nearly Scandinavian style of decoration to this first room. Light toned woods and white fabrics were offset with deep greens, dark grays, tans, and cream-colored accents as well as dark burnished metals that popped against those lighter backgrounds. It looked quite comfortable to him and he wondered what Orii would think of this area.
 
Oriane was almost sure as they arrived at most recently requested property that Sol was trying to make her burn up alive. The fire that he so easily drew to the surface had been stoked for hours now, the first house the only the beginning. From there, as they exited she was once more scooped into his arms. Had she been in the right state of mind, or perhaps bold enough, she might have tried to even the stakes, teasing him back. However, Orii was still too shocked at her brief ravaging on the soft bed to think straight. Sol was the only person, male female or space goat that had ever made her mind feel like mush. Settled into the seat of the car, the amorous touch of his fingers against her skin as the boots were removed and her heels strap secured back around her delicate feet and ankles. Cuddling close to him in the car, Oriane struggled to calm herself from the salacious attack.

The attacks continued and not one was not met with a moan and a whimper and the clearly responsive eagerness in which she met them. The kissing was tame enough over all she'd come to realize later, even as she was pinned to various surfaces. Each of the encounters left her feeling almost raw and needy... Though as Sol grew more bold, the less control Orii seemed able to maintain as her cheeks flushed and her thoughts were unable to stay off of the subject. It was embarrassing, but if Ace picked up on any of it, which she was sure he was unable to avoid, he was polite enough to not make her feel uncomfortable for her mate's playful attacks. The last such occurrence when his fingers brushed along the softness of her panties, Sol would find more than the softness but a wetness, that had been caused by him with each rendezvous. His name had been whimpered out then, and it clearly wasn't a demand he stop... not far from it.

For a moment, the view of the ocean home pierced through the veil of need and she gasped softly, kneeling slightly on the soft cushions of the car to see the view. The blue of the ocean was so deep, so clear it was like looking into a colored mirror. Oriane half expected to look out straight and see the colorful denizens swimming in the air, not the sea. "Sol" His name was whispered as she turned to look at him. This was it. Oriane could feel it in her bones. All the others had been lovely and some even a little scary... but they hadn't just felt right upon first glance. This shimmering pearl nestled within coral in a sea of aquamarine. Oriane looked to Ace, a curious expression on her face. "How does it move?"

Turning to face them Ace's mask shifted with colors in a way Oriane could assume was a pleased motion, she could almost picture the colors as a smile. "I will show you once we are within, however, the home utilizes micropoint Higgs Field disruptors in order to create a pocket of independent gravity which then allows the home to move from point to point without any issues arising from buoyancy nor the artificial gravity of the station" Smiling softly Oriane nodded, finding Sol's hand waiting for her. Her smile grew and her cheeks flushed with blush in anticipation of what might come once they were within. As they crossed the pathway, she peered over the side and turned to Sol with a huge smile. It was so colorful and teeming with life she'd only ever seen holograms of. Something told her these however were not holograms, but living breathing creatures, if not slightly modified to be even more stunning.

The ladder proved to be a bit of a challenge in her heels. Taking it slowly, there was reassurance that Sol would be there to catch her if she were to fall. At one point she peeked over her shoulder to see how much further, but what she saw almost made her lose her grip. Sol was looking upward, but it wasn't so much at her progress... She could feel his eyes under her skirt, which fluttered gently about her thighs as she descended the ladder. Blushing she hissed his name and rather that waiting to see the way he looked at her, the way his eyes heated and his smile, that spoke of nothing pure.. she hurried down. On the floor safely she reached between plates and pinched him gently, feeling mostly the membrane. "Lucky your armored!" Her words were hissed playfully. "You almost made me fall!!"

Cheeks aflame she turned towards Ace, avoiding his 'gaze' and slipping past them both further into the home. It was.. beautiful. The colors and the design gave the home an airy feeling, it's minimalistic design appealing. Oriane even loved the the color scheme a mix, of light and dark with rich colors. It was a charming combination of modern and rustic. Trailing further away from them for the moment, she looked out along the ocean, the windows floor to ceiling giving them a three hundred and sixty view of the sea and from where she stood, she could see no neighbors; Oriane blushed and looked back to Sol... Which meant no clothes and maybe having her protector and predator chasing her. The idea was very vivid in her mind and she swore softly "I'm so sorry Ace" She'd been able to mostly avoid anything too graphic up until that point and while she knew he had known, they'd both been able to play it off as if he hadn't. That one however? Clearing her throat she wandered back to Sol and slipped her hand into his. "Let's explore"

She had seen the listing as had Sol so she knew this place was much larger than some of the others they had seen And lucky for them, the bedrooms seemed all very far apart. She led him to one of the elevated ones, it's walls were also nothing but glass and from here they had a view currently of the same reef as they had on their way in, just from higher up. Leaning into him, she shifted slightly until her back pressed to his chest and his arms wrapped around her waist. "I think this is it" Oriane suddenly paused and bit her lower lip. Turning in his arms she lifted her hand to Nyen. She could feel his emotions, but Ace had made her wonder if she could trade them some. "I want to try something.."

Closing her eyes she pictured the very thing she'd said sorry for to Ace. The images, if they transferred at all were almost abstract, flashes of a movie out of focus. Both of them naked, her red hair streaming behind her as she ran from him laughing. Then her pinned beneath him, different areas flashing by. The bed, against a window, over the table in the room and an odd image that seemed to be a shower they'd yet to see. Finally it was his hands on her, and the way she quaked under him that finished the little day dream. Blushing brightly she let her hand fall and opened her eyes, lips parted slightly in her own self induced arousal. "Sol?" It was a question, shy, unsure and hopeful.
 
When Sol felt that wetness between her legs, his mind nearly blanked and he almost forgot what they were doing and where they were. His thoughts were briefly taken over with visions of tearing her clothes off, tearing his armor off, and delving into acts of carnal passion the likes of which would make even the fireproof walls around them melt. However, he pushed all of that down, reserving his passion for later— when they would be alone and free. His armor was horribly uncomfortable for the rest of the day, constricting the erection which wanted so desperately to be free from its confines. However, his eyes were unrestrained and the smoldering heat within them would tell Orii everything; about how he desired nothing more than to feel her in the most intimate ways, for them both to achieve ecstasy at each other’s ministration, for them to forget all else as they delve into each other.

Sol agreed with the gaze Orii gave him; indeed, this home was the one. He listened to Ace’s explanation and gave a warm grin as he nodded along. “Well, that’s fascinating. That would mean it operates on a similar principle as the hyperdrive in my ship, just on a much lower power scale,” he stated and Ace nodded, “Exactly!” As they stepped off, Sol could see the vibrancy of the reefs below the waves, teeming with life of all different colors and sizes. It was as though there were rainbows, prismatic and beautiful, moving in all manner of directions and swimming patterns. Sol couldn’t help himself as he stared briefly, watching on with wonder before turning his wide grin back to Orii.

As they moved down the ladder together and Orii flushed at his attention, sharply exclaiming his name as his grin broadened even more. He gave a playful “Ow!” as she pinched him, though it didn’t hurt in any respect of the word; a fact that was apparent by the broad grin on his face. “If you’d have fallen, I’d have caught you,” he responded with smoldering ardor as he reached up and briefly traced her jaw. Azrekar indeed got a little bit more than he might have bargained for as Orii imagined the provocative scene, though he would only see brief flashes of images and really just largely felt the emotional aspects of it. “Oh, don’t worry about it. I actually find it very endearing that the two of you have so much love for each other. We Erudonians tend to get a lot of this, especially from each other since our telepathy works best with our own kind. I can at least inform you that your partner’s mind has been in much of the same place for the latter half of the day,” Ace responded to her apology with perhaps a little more embarrassment than either of them had been bargaining for. Sol’s cheeks tinted a little as he scratched the back of his head and grinned broadly as he chuckled, “Guilty as charged.”


As Orii took his hand, he laced his fingers with hers and gave an eager nod before walking with her towards one of the bedrooms. The home’s layout seemed very spacious and comfortable, with the decoration of the common rooms seeming quite similar to that of the foyer, with that blend of light and dark tones with a fusion of modern and rustic elements. Sol deeply enjoyed that about this place and, as they reached the bedroom, he couldn’t help but be taken aback by the beautiful vista before them. On all sides, they could see the beautiful aquamarine shimmer of the ocean, with nary another building in sight. It meant no one would be able to see them, interfere with them, and would be hard-pressed to sneak up on them in their own home. As she pressed up against him, Sol gave a low growl of desire as he wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her lower back in nearly a massaging manner. “I agree, my love,” he stated to her as he nodded to her assertion to the fit of the home.

As she reached for Nyen, Sol ducked his head towards her a little so she could more easily reach the ball of plasma. His stellar mote seemed drawn to her this time, as if eager to nestle between her fingers as she felt that telltale warmth as their emotions become as intertwined as they’d been the first time. As Orii began to visualize the scene, Sol could see pieces of it, like flashes of memories and his body shuddered as he groaned needily, her arousal seeping into him much as his longing flowed into her. His need now stoked to inferno-like levels, Sol’s fingers trembled as he dug his fingertips softly into her skin in a bid to pull her closer to him. Finally, as she visualized his hands on her, his own began to move of their own accord, finding the paths she was visualizing and caressing her figure with latent need. As Orii pulled away, Sol almost felt disappointed for the loss of that connection, though more threads seemed to have remained this time and he could feel her emotions a little more palpably now.

As she questioned him, she was met with his closed eyes, nostrils flaring as he breathed deep and his eyes flared open, brightly golden and burning with passion. “I need you…” His voice was aflame. He didn’t hide any of the emotion behind the statement, his voice dripping with the raw, sexual tension which had accumulated in him through the day and peaked at this very moment. His heart raced within his chest as he looked down at his armor and cursed under his breath, “This suit wasn’t designed for that.” He didn’t say what ‘that’ was, but it was quite obvious by the simultaneous frustration and lust in his voice that he’d meant his swollen manhood. “Let’s finish this business with Ace so I can commit my undivided attention to you for the duration,” Sol stated as he picked Orii up by her waist, holding her against him as he kissed her passionately, romantically, and nearly feverishly. He kissed her for several moments, pressing her back against one of the windows after a time and he roamed her sides with his fingers, teasing the curve of her feminine figure.

When he dropped her back to her feet, he did so carefully and reluctantly. He wasn’t ready to be done with her, that much was apparent in the way he lingered, hunching to continue kissing her before slowly peeling himself away from her. “I didn’t know we would be able to use Nyen like that,” he admitted sheepishly as he grinned brightly at the prospect. His breaths came in deep, slow motions to keep him appearing at least a little calmer as he took her hand once again and lead her back towards where they’d left Ace.

As they approached, Ace’s visor lit up with pleasant colors and some of his pixels resembled a smile and half-shut eyes, like one might show when greeting an old friend. “And, have we come to a decision?” he asked as if he even needed to. He knew they were to buy the home and even had all the necessary paperwork ready, so when Sol said, “Indeed, we are,” there was a brief pause as Ace placed his fingers on his communicator and gestured a few times and Sol received a notification to his own and the paperwork was displayed through his hologram. Orii, too, received the electronic paperwork and Sol smiled brightly as he looked at Ace. It seemed the alien knew his desire that they both own the house as much as the other and he hoped Orii realized that he was asking her to sign the deed with him without saying so out loud.

Sol quickly read through the terms laid out by the deed to the home, seeing they had three different plots to which the home was assigned and he smiled more and more at the thought of them having this together. Ace, seeing the curiosity which arose in Sol at reading about the anchor points informed him, “The home’s AI controls the function of the micropoint Higgs Field disruptors so you merely need to interface with it to take you to the different points.” Sol nodded and smiled as he looked at the strange, friendly alien and his eyes wrinkled a little with his grin. “Thank you, Azrekar. Genuinely, I cannot thank you enough,” he said happily as he found where he needed to sign; there were lines for both he and Oriane on both of their paperwork. He’d write his name on his communicator with a fingertip, doing so dexterously and his name appeared on both copies of the paperwork, so Orii would see that when she got to it on hers.

“You can thank me enough by buying a house from me! So, sincerely, thank you for your interest,” Ace responded to Sol brightly and candidly, seeming quite eager to close on the sale— as he should be, since the realtors made a healthy commission of each home they closed on. These things moved much faster now than they did on Earth, without all the permits and other nonsense one had to go through in order to buy a home. Spacefarers hadn’t the time for all of that, and so things ran much quicker and smoother. Once Orii had signed hers and the paperwork was returned to Azrekar, he beamed brightly as they both received an electronic confirmation of the home purchase, the amount settled upon (a little under 2 million credits) and an electronic deed to the home. “Thank you both very much! I will see myself out! You two enjoy your new home!” Ace stated as he sent one final communication with his contact info, “Please, reach out if you need anything else!” He was on his way out after that, going towards the ladder to climb out and leave them to their business. As the hatch shut, Sol’s eyes turned hungrily towards Orii as his eyes flared to lustiness once again.
 
"Oh that didn't hurt, drama queen" There was laughter in Oriane's voice and it reflected in her turquoise eyes, the humor within dancing. The look softened and she lifted a hand to his cheek, thumb brushing against it. "I never doubted otherwise" Orii did know had she fallen, Sol would have caught her, much like she knew he was likely to put his safety before hers. For half a moment she thought about securing a promise to not step in front of any more bullets, but the look in his eyes as he stroked her own cheek told her that even if she managed to get him to agree, he'd break that promise; which meant he'd never agree in the first place. Sol would always be her shield... Nuzzling his hand softly she purred gently.

It was reassuring to know she hadn't been the only one bombarding Ace with salacious feelings. Her eyes moved to Sol's and she blushed softly, a smile on her lips. The home was perfect for them, she'd known as the car had descended from the sky, inside her feeling had not changed and as Oriane took his hand in hers, leading him for once to a part of the house, hopefully far away enough from Ace, a plan forming. It would be interesting if it worked, a way for her to almost innocently tease him back while he thoroughly drove her mad with the stolen moments. She smiled as he ducked his head, allowing her easier access.

There was no doubt it had worked, her own desires pushed gently at him. What she imagined in their new home.. What she very much wished to do. The tremble and groan were clear indicators and she could feel his longing. She had known that his teasing had gone both ways and now, rather than soothe the flames of desire, passion she stoked them. Pulled in closer she gave a soft whimper, trying to not lose focus of her goal. A task that became infinitely harder as his hands matched her daydream. It was that more than anything else that caused her vision to stumble as his hands roamed the soft planes of her body. Biting her lower lip she fought to not squirm and failed as she looked up at him. His name was a soft question and his answer took her breath away. Her breath was coming faster, lips parting as she gazed into her lovers eyes, a soft blush in her cheeks from the mere tone of his voice. The raw need, the lust. He wasn't alone in that burning pit of desire and his comment seemed to distract her for a moment. looking down between them she giggled, the sound bright, joyous. "Ah, so while it saves you from pinches, it has a downside!" Sobering some, she nodded... Unsure of what her mate might have planned, but eager to find out. "Okay" The word was a sweet whisper as he lifted her.

Here there was no need for the modesty she'd had before as he pressed her back to the cool glass, his mouth on hers, her legs wrapped around his waist. Much like Oriane was wont to do, her mouth surrendered to him and while she allowed him to lead, she was not idle, her tongue brushing along his. When he used nothing but his body, her legs and the glass to hold her in place, his fingers skimming along her curves her own hands slid around his neck, one hand slipping into his hair. Even as he tried to once more deposit her to her feet, he found she lined just a moment more, but she too reluctantly lowered her legs and slowly released his shoulders, her hands trailing along his armor with that same slowness. When he finally extracted himself from her grasp and his own desires to not part, she was left looking bemused almost, lips rosy from his attention. "I.. I didn't either" Her hands moved to smoothe her dress and she blushed softly. "You can actually thank Ace, it was his abilities that made me wonder if I could" Her voice was still breathy and she was envious of how quickly he seemed to gain control.

She nodded and smiled softly, staying close to Sol. "We have" Stepping away as his and her own communicator blink she looked down at the document, face puzzled. She knew what it was almost immediately and shifted slightly, looking to Sol. He hadn't informed her of his intention and her heart did that little flip. She was still staring at the line that was meant for her to sign with a look of puzzlement. She understood why he was buying the house, understood her own feelings and his, but this was too much. When she watched Sol's signature appear she looked to him for a moment before signing her own. "Thank you Ace" Her words were soft.

As Ace saw himself out, she turned to face Sol, her smile soft. What she was going to say could wait. Instead what Oriane decided on was to move a few feet away from him. Siting she watched Sol as she took her heels off, her own eyes heating. Nudging her feet to the side she walked closer to him, on the tips of her toes, body swaying slightly. "You said I better not mind getting my dress messy" Biting her lower lip, her eyes on his, Oriane lifted her dress, letting it fall to the floor beside her shoes. Naked from the waist up, her body was already reacting to her own desire, her nipples hardening some. She smiled, lower lip still held captive. "No more dress to worry about..." Her words were low, and held a salacious cadence. She was nervous as she was bold for her mate, but this was something she wanted to do.

Stepping to the side Orii smiled at him before taking a step backwards. "Think you can catch me?" She would wait until either Sol undressed as well, or gave chase before turning and running, red hair streaming behind her as her pale skin and the teal of her panties flashed between the carmine locks.
 
Sol was amused by the way Orii responded to his playfulness from her pinch, the humor of the situation making him chuckle lowly. “Good, you’d better not doubt me,” he responded with a playful growl; there was no threat, merely an assurance that he’d never let her down— as long as he could help it, anyway. Sol smiled softly as she looked him in the eyes and blushed and he wanted again to reach up to touch those blushing cheeks of hers, cradle her grinning jaw. However, Orii seemed to want to take the initiative and Sol was happy to allow her to do so, curious to see what his little firebird had concocted for him.

After the visions had left both of them sore with need, he grinned at her tease to his predicament and he gave a slow nod. He wished to say more, but he would allow that to wait as they needed to get rid of Ace so he could more fully focus his intentions towards her. However, there was always time for a kiss and Orii seemed all too happy to oblige him as she caressed him as his hands traveled her— enjoyed her. Her lingering mingling with his own delighted him as he shivered; how he wished that armor of his wasn’t interfering with his ability to feel her more fully.

Sol smiled brightly as he watched Oriane sign as well, his eyes lit up as they had taken a monumental step together and his grin only brightened further as Azrekar made his departure. His eyes, hungry and lustful, focused on Orii as she moved away from him and she sat, flicking her heels away. He already knew where she was going with this and he loved it. Deep, low rumbling emanated from his throat as she rose towards him and dropped her dress to the ground. He visibly swallowed as he looked down at her and a ragged breath hitched in his throat as he bit the inside of his lip to keep himself from pouncing on her then and there. “Oh, you know not the beast you’re unleashing, Oriane,” his tone was deep and seductive, his eyes taking that telltale, lustful glow as his aura began to shimmer softly at the edges of his body.

“You’d better give yourself a head start...I want it to be sporting for me…” his provocative demand was dripping with desire; his voice was nearly a persistent growl the bass was so prevalent. His grin was confident, nearing cocky as he reached up and ripped the shoulders from his armor, her hearing them clatter to the metal floor loudly— he’d never demonstrated to her how heavy the armor was but, given her intimate knowledge of metals, she could wager they were immensely heavy with how they hit the floor. Quickly, his fingers worked under the cuirass and he lifted it off and it fell even more heavily to the floor with a raucous clatter. Did he really hold that much weight up with seemingly little effort? It was no wonder he was able to so easily lift her all the time. Piece by piece, his armor fell away and then he began to input the command onto the surface of the second skin which would allow him to step out of it; the front of the black suit bulged heavily at his crotch, evidence of the strain his manhood was putting against technology and metal.

It seemed Orii wished to wait until she could see just how much he wanted her because just after he’d gotten down to his second skin and she could see that twitching stiffness which yearned to be unleashed, she turned on a heel and began to run off from him. As his second skin opened up from the rear, he stepped backward out of it and there was an audible ‘smack’ as his cock sprung free from its confined spaces and slapped against the defined surface of his stomach. As she made it to the hall, she’d hear a predatory growl rumble from him as he moved onto the balls of his feet and began sprinting after her with great haste. He decided not to use his powers, as that would be a little more unfair, but he likely wouldn’t need them. They were likely evenly fit, to the degree that they would rival each other in a bout of stamina, but Sol had a height advantage and strength advantage. Each step was more like bounding as he soon burst into the hall and charged towards her. His eyes were molten pools of golden lust, his grin showing both his eagerness and his confidence as he spotted the teal of her panties against her fair skin and those lovely locks of hers. His muscular frame was imposing and powerful as he bore down on her, rapidly closing the distance between the two of them.

He slowed a little when he found he was gaining on her a little too quickly, wanting to allow her closer to the bedroom before he pounced. His breath was coming in excited, deep motions and his arousal was evidence by the glistening rivulets which streamed down his shaft, catching the reflected light from the waters. As she neared the bedroom doorway, Sol’s speed suddenly increased again and she would find herself unable to cross the doorway before he was upon her. His arms crossed in front of him, hands grabbing her in such a way that he was able to simultaneously lift her under her shoulders and spin her to face him. Immediately, he pressed her back onto the cool wall and his heated flesh pressed in against her, his muscles tense from the prolonged teasing and the brief sprint.

Against her panties, his twitching manhood pressed against her firmly as he held her aloft, kissing her with near desperation his hunger for her was so consuming. He moaned against her lips, his hands slowly beginning to explore the curves and planes of her beautiful figure as he murmured with tone aflame, “My firebird, I need you, Oriane.” His hips had begun a slow, sensual gyration as if to emphasize his craving, his fingertips tracing the edges of the globes of her breasts. Deepening their kiss, his mouth opened slowly and his tongue traced her lips, teasing her with its tip as he intended to take his time ravaging her.
 
Oh she did love that growl, Oriane couldn't help but tremble slightly as it was emitted from Sol as her dress fell to the floor. It was more than the growl though that made her mouth go dry, her desire spiking as Sol looked at her like a drowning man, his eyes tracing her body for a moment. Oriane watched him swallow and his warning made her smile; a slow spread of lips, like a kitten with cream. She didn't know fully, he was right, but she had an idea of the bear she was poking. A hand rose to push her hair behind her shoulder, breasts bared to him fully. Her thighs pulled together as he warned her she'd need a head start. She would take one, but she waited to see him nearly naked before taking off running.

The moment the last piece of arm hit the ground she'd turned on her heel, but her eyes did not linger on his face as she did, but rather on his manhood, which had been constricted by armor and suit. Biting her lower lip, her eyes flickered to his before she took off at a run. Beneath her feet the smooth floor gave little purchase, so it took her a moment to hit full speed. Her mind going back to what she had seen as each footfall propelled her further. The way he'd watched her as each clearly weighty piece of armor had fallen to the ground, the sound of it as it had hit the floor. Each one of the plates had sounded like it weighed a ton. It was a wonder he moved in it, perhaps later, she would try and see how many she could hold, to get an idea of what he carried on him daily. But not now..

Ahead of him her bright laughter rang out as she sped to the stairs. Fiery red locks danced along the current her body produced. It streamed through the air, almost weightless as it's mistress ran, the light from the windows setting the carmine locks ablaze; gold, orange, red and even shades of brown were trapped with the wealth of her hair, the light drawing them out. Her legs word, the muscles beneath her creamy pale skin hiding the power she contained. There was no way she could evade him forever, had she wanted to.. And she didn't want to. Behind her she'd heard the rumble of his growl and she'd put on a bit more speed as she shot up the stairs like an arrow. The balls of her feet never touching the ground as she sprinting upwards. Looking over her shoulder, hair streamed into her face, her smile huge as she crested the top of the stair, face turning forward once more. Her goal was to simply make it into the room.

It wasn't meant to be though. A squeal of breathless laughter left Orii as she found herself in the arms of her captor. His movements were smooth and it was a blink of the eye before her back was pressed to the cool wall, trapped between his heat and it. Her own heat quickly warmed the wall behind her. Her mouth found his with the same desperation. A day of teasing, never quite able to catch a breath from that arousal that he'd stoked within her. Like before when he'd pinned her, Orii's legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck, pulling him closer still. Any space between them was too much for her to bear. The heat of his hands along her skin caused Oriane to tremble softly and a needy sound left her, one of desire and demand. The demand was simple, satiate her desire, her need for him.

The nickname shared on borrowed breaths was given a soft gasp of approval, the sound however did not end there for a moan, much like her whimper left her as he ground himself gently against her heated core, his fingers teasing along the edges of her breasts. "Sol" When his tongue brushed her lips, Orii nipped at it softly, a playful little nip before her head dipped, lips brushed his jaw, before he felt the scrape of her fangs against his neck. The form of his firebird rumbling with a purr as she teased the tender flesh of his neck before biting softly. Orii wanted to bite him, but was unsure. Instead her mouth moved once more and her tongue flicked at the lobe of his ear.

She had said no before, but Oriane wasn't sure if she could do so again. Things had changed and it was more than her name signed on the home that they now owned together. It was her feelings for him, the ones she knew were returned. It was.. the simple fact that she was his and he was hers. Her hands slid into his hair as her mouth found his again. Nipping at his bottom lip, when his mouth opened for her, her tongue brushed along his with a moan. Orii might have never had another partner before him, nor did she feel she'd ever desire another than him. What she lacked in first hand knowledge she let her body, her desire and Sol guide her. Her hips squirmed slightly, returning the motion he had. That feeling that had been dull, needy was throbbing with need now. Without knowing how she knew, Oriane knew one thing alone would soothe it. "I am yours" Her words were whispered against his mouth. Oriane's curled in his hair, her lips brushing his "And you are mine"
 
Oriane's smile only emboldened his own and he watched as she pushed her hair back, fully revealing her ample chest to him. His eyes lingered on her for longer as he bit his lip while hastening to undress. And, as much as he was leering at her, she returned the gesture fully as he delighted at the feeling of being observed by her. As she took off, Sol tried to quicken the process of getting out from his Second Skin but the suit fit too well and was programmed to move exactly as fast as it could. Her laughter as she dashed upstairs made him quite happy, reveling in her enjoyment as he began to give chase. His golden locks streamed behind him in his ponytail, glimmering in the sunlight with highlighted patterns of gold and pale yellow.

She was faster than her physique might have let on but as fast as he'd anticipated and, as she looked back to see him gaining, her smile sent his heart soaring. She wanted this as much as he did and it was only just setting into him just how much Orii adored him; seemingly as much as he adored her. As he caught her, his jovial laughter mingled with her own as he beamed proudly. Her legs wrapped around and further spurred him to action, his cock painfully stiff as he rubbed himself ardently against her sex. Her moan was met with a soft groan of delight from him, his body pressing to hers until there was no vacuum between them. Every inch of their skin mingled together as his chest pressed against her breasts and rubbed against her.


As she kissed her way down to his neck, Sol shivered and moaned her name out, arching his neck further for her to access it more easily. "Feel free to bite as much as you want...I enjoy it," he sighed out as he groaned with delight as she bit softly against the tender flesh. His lips found her earlobe, kissing it before nibbling sweetly at it and his tongue teased at the edges of her ear as he quietly moaned again. Then, their lips reuinited and Sol kissed her eagerly and passionately, kneading into her breasts with his fingers as he felt his arousal building like a pool of fire withing him.

Oriane began grinding against him in return, showing her lover just how much she wanted him, too and Sol nibbled her lip in response, tugging it before she whispered against his mouth. "All yours...And all mine," he agreed as he pulled her back away from the wall and wrapped one arm below her rear, keeping her held up as his other arm wrapped around her back to keep her close. Carefully, he walked them through the bedroom door as the shimmy of his hips ensured his twitching, hot arousal wiggled tantalizingly against her. His tip dribbled with more precum, his fluids dripping down to soak into her panties and their collected juices began mingling. Forcefully, he pushed his tongue deep into her mouth and began wrestling her tongue with his as he found the large, plush bed and he stretched one arm out as he leaned over it. Bracing them, he settled her back against the bed quickly before resuming the sensual gyrations of his hips.

"Those panties of yours are awfully in my way," he growled out teasingly as he broke his lips away from hers and pushed her legs from around his waist. As he did, his body began to slide down hers slowly as he kissed her chin, then the front of her neck as his lips blazed a trail along the middle of her body. Softly, he would bite and teasingly trace shapes with his tongue as he made his way along her throat. His hands were not idle, the strong digits tracing her sides and curves before grabbing handfuls of her breasts and he squeezed as his lips passed her collarbone. Sol nibbled and danced with his tongue the meeting point of the two sides before continuing down her cleavage. His tongue played more when he reached her stomach, flitting down the center before making a circle around her navel as his body dipped ever lower. Then he reached her waist and Sol grabbed hold of the teal lace with his teeth and tugged firmly, tearing the fabric in twain and he growled heavily.

His fingers began to gently encircle her nipples as he, quite literally, tore her panties away from her and exposed her as completely to him as he'd been exposed to her. Before she could even protest about the destruction of her panties, his head dipped further between her thighs and he gave a long, slow lick of the palatial folds between her legs. His tongue then began wriggling and rolling against her, creating random patterns as he pushed his face closer. He wanted to taste her, to smell her, to pleasure her in this way to ensure she was fully prepared for what was to come. His tongue slipped down, diving into her entrance and pushing about an inch in before he withdrew it and flicked it up along her centerline, hitting that pearl of pleasure and he immediately popped his lips around it and suckled softly. His tongue massaged at the lower half of it as his upper lip held her steady, careful not to push his bristly facial hair too hard against her. All the while, he kept his eyes locked on her face and the immense lust held within his burned like the star which orbitted him at a feverish pace.

Releasing her clit with a soft 'pop' of his lips, Sol's mouth dove down again and he shoved his tongue deeper into her this time. He'd been gifted enough with a longer tongue, its tip just reaching the edge of her g-spot as he pushed his nose against her love button and he purposefully wiggled his face in order to further stimulate the organ. His fingers had taken those pink nubs of hers and pinched them gently between, tugging lightly and twisting back and forth as he assailed her in every way he could. He moaned into her flesh and growled with delight, quite obviously enjoying it with the sounds he made as well as the throbbing eagerness which pained him to claim her already.
 
The encouragement earned him a sound he nor even she had heard herself make before; it was a delighted chirping purr, the sound bright and clearly thrilled. The sound was followed by Orii biting down against his neck, teeth sinking into the softness of his flesh with gentle pressure, only pulling back when she was sure the marks would linger if only for a few moments. The tip of her tongue replaced her teeth as she carefully licked her claim on him. Sol's retaliation was sweet and had her shivering as she purred, his teeth worried at the lobe of her ear. He seemed more than willing to return the attention and when their mouths came together once more, Oriane was bolder than she normally seemed. Her desire, his encouragement fueling that boldness. Hands kneaded against her breasts and she gasped, pulling away slightly the next sound leaving her a moan.

The break from the kiss was only a momentary reprieve, his teeth catching her lower lip, worrying at as she had been doing as he pulled her away from the wall. Oriane shifted with him, as he adjusted her against him, one strong arm underneath her rear, the other holding her close. Her hands slid into this hair, pulling the bad that held the long locks bound free, letting it drop to the floor. Her words echoed back to her, sending her thudding heart soaring, they belonged to one another. The next kiss left nothing but surrender for her, the dominance within clear. Her tongue danced with his own, but she never tried to take the upper hand, more than happy to let him 'win'. She could feel the way his body moved as they walked, as well as the lace of her panties soaking through from two directions. Neither were unable to hide their desires even had they wanted to.

Oriane couldn't help but marvel at Sol's strength as he laid her against the bed, though that awe was quickly chased away by a wave of lust as he rubbed himself against her. She couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up. "How dare they!" Her voice still held that laughter even if she was breathless, her words airy. Her legs slipped from around his waist, at his insistence and she offered a playful pout to Sol. He was creating space she didn't desire, but Orii trusted her lover, that he'd not create it without a good reason. The softness of their bed was felt beneath her for the first time as his lips blazed a path down her body starting at her chin. She didn't marvel yet, at the fact that even in her mind, this bed was theirs.. Instead Oriane's eyes had closed as she enjoyed the feel of Sol's lips trailing down her neck. Gasping as he nibbled at her neck, squirming gently beneath him.

Each place his mouth or hands brushed left pleasure in their wake. Like fanning the flames of her desire each touch stoked them higher. Orii's hands cupped his when they found her breasts, another sweet moan passing from her lips as she fought the urge to squirm further. Biting the corner of her lips as his tongue trailed along her navel the touch sensual and ticklish at the same time "Mmmmn" One hand shifted to his hair, brushing the golden locks. curling in them gently. "Sol" Oriane had no idea his plans, but as with everything, she trusted Sol... Though perhaps not with her panties. The sound of lace ripping made Oriane gasp, as she felt the fabric give and loosen around her hips, followed by a growl. Whimpering, she shifted along the bed, hand falling from his hair. Orii's eyes opened and she gazed at the ceiling above them, trying to focus on one detail, something to keep her grounded.

She might have said something, but Sol attacked her on two fronts and her response was a low, needy moan as his tongue brushed her lips and his fingers toying with her nipples. The little firebird writhed along the plushness of the bed, as his tongue wriggled it's way past her lips, her hands curling in the blankets beneath her, tightening in them as his tongue hit her clit, the burst of pleasure arching her back, eyes closing once more. The sounds that left her as he suckled on her clit were keening, sweet and her body beneath him seemed incapable of staying still. "Sol" His name a plea, lips parting.

Her face was one of rapture, as he teased and coaxed her body into pleasures she'd never experienced before. Orii's body tingled with pleasure and her eyes flew open as his tongue brushed back between her folds, toying with that sensitive spot, her body arching as she moaned, the sound unrestricted as she eyes found his, though only for a moment as her head fell back and one hand found his hair once again. It curled into the golden locks and pulled slightly at the softness in her hand, a clear demand to not stop. The sweet abuse that he inflicted on her nipples only added to the pleasure, arcing it past what she could handle quickly. This time, she didn't fight the feeling, knowing what was coming. If he persisted, there was no doubt that she would orgasm from his attentions, Sol's name becoming a mantra from her lips with each breath she drew. "Oh my god Sol.."
 
Sol grinned as she sent the cascade of golden locks free from their confines and spilling over his shoulders as they rapturously kissed each other. He enjoyed the submissive playback Orii gave him, his tongue swirling sensually about hers while a low, impassioned growl rumbled into her mouth. Her response to his assertion of her panties being in the way made him grin charmingly with a devious chuckle, for he knew what he’d planned for them. Sol could feel the softness of the bed underhand and against his legs, but its comfort bore no weight on his mind as he was enraptured by a different sort of softness; the feminine variety which Orii so deliciously provided. Her hands upon his and her grip into his hair informed Sol he was accomplishing his task well— along with the sweet noises which she so coquettishly allowed forth every now and then.

As she squirmed and writhed beneath his simultaneous assault on her most intimate parts, Sol couldn’t help the tug which pulled the corners of his lips upwards. Truly, she was allowing herself to be with him in the most complete sense and had given of him all he desired from her and far more. As she pulled his hair, he growled deeply with rumbles that vibrated through and into her, following the shape of the tensile muscle which wriggled and slipped back and forth within her. His fingers tightened against her nipples as his hands massaged more firmly on her breasts, feeling the rising tide within her which threatened to break loose. He wanted it, craved it, needed it; to bring her to peak after earth-shattering peak. With nods and shakes of his head, he used his nose to stimulate her sensitive bud as the heat from his breath rushed over, then the coolness of his inhale came quickly after. Each alternation came quicker than the last, indicative of the quickening pace of his breath as his lust amplified.

His own arousal surged as he felt her quickening to her zenith and his shaft soaked with the drooling evidence. Twitching hungrily, the ache which built up in his core spiked higher as his mind and body both focused all the attention he had to give to them and this moment. His tongue withdrew from her briefly and he gave her a singular demand, “Come for me, Orii,” his voice was richly deep with a nearly predatory hunger laced within. Then, his tongue dove back past her lips and he undulated the muscle in a seemingly wavelike pattern within her. At that, he felt what he was after as she clamped around him and he slowed his methods of attack in order to time them more appropriately to the waves of pleasure which rocked through her. Eagerly, he coaxed as much pleasure from that orgasm as he could before he withdrew his tongue from her.

However, he couldn’t wait any longer as his hands moved from her chest and onto the bed at each side of her shoulders as he climbed back up her body feverishly. Her juices still gleamed on his lips and lower jaw as he looked down at her with an intense desire and a singular motive. His hair flowed around his face, falling around hers as he leaned down to kiss her hungrily as he pressed his body against hers. As he was positioned, his manhood pressed against her freshly tender slit and his hips gyrated sensually as he shivered. “I want you, Orii...To be inside you...To unify with you. Oriane, I want to make love to you,” he whispered ardently against her lips as he supported his weight on one arm and the other hand traced a path between their bodies. His fingertips brushed along her stomach, showing her the direction he intended as he moved his hips back a little to allow space for him to maneuver.

Grabbing onto his shaft, he began to straighten himself down towards the entrance he’d invaded with his tongue not moments ago. First, the slick tip would brush firmly over her clit and onward until he felt the warm, slick embrace of hers begin enveloping him. All this time, his lips never left hers as he deepened the kiss and moaned softly into her lips as he held steady and began to slowly push into her. Pulsing with the hastened rhythm of his heart, his cock’s head slowly breached her entrance until he felt the crown of it slip into her with a growling moan from him. Both of them were providing plenty of lubrication for the experience but Oriane’s maidenhood gave him enough concern not to just drive himself to the hilt all at once. Rather, he would relish the descent as he felt the unique, pleasant warmth she offered spreading further along him. “Oriane…” he moaned out as his body trembled, both from the eagerness he was reserving and the excitement of the entire situation. Continuing at a steady pace, Sol's manhood continued to sink continually deeper into her unless she made it known that she was experiencing more pain than pleasure.
 
Oriane hadn't though she had been waiting for a command, but when Sol demanded she cum for him, something inside her responded; perhaps it was the tone or subconsciously being shy about that new, pleasurable feeling and being told to ignore that shyness and just take the pleasure he gave her so freely. Small fists curled into the blankets as her back arched as even her feet fought for purchase along the bed as she orgasmed. "Oh..Oh.. Ohhhhhh" Her chin tipped backwards as she rode that wave of pleasure, feeling it through every nerve in her body like a lightning storm of rapture. Orii could feel Sol's tongue still buried deep within her as she rode that lightning, her hands twisting in the sheets until they pulled taunt beneath her body. Her moans died off to little whimpers and then there was nothing but the ragged sound of her breathing. "Mon Dieu, Sol'' The breathy cadence of her voice was warm with a dazed quality.

Lashes lifted as she felt the bed shift and she relaxed beneath him as he crawled up her body. Hands rose into his hair, brushing the golden locks back some, the affection clear as her head lifted, lips meeting his with that innocent desire and need. Her hands in his hair tightened as she relaxed back against the bed, pulling him down with her. Orii could feel the tip of him brushing against her and the tremble that ran along his body. Oriane wasn't sure she could answer him verbally, her lips brushing his gently as she nodded; it was his need, his desire and her own feelings for him that took her breath away. She did manage "Yes" whispered against his lips. Her body shifted some, legs spreading for him, encouragement where none was needed.

Biting her lower lip, teal eyes watched down her body, between the space created in the gap of their bodies as Sol lined himself up. The brush to her still sensitive clit had her eyes closing for a moment as she whimpered; though her eyes didn't stay closed long. Though her view was cut off as his mouth found hers again. She might have pouted, had she not loved kissing Sol. He was so big in comparison, she could feel as the tip of him slipped past her lips, her juices and is saliva and precum easing his path. Her lips parted as he growled, forming a small o, gasping. One hand slipped up one of Sol's strong arms, grounding herself to him. Biting her lip she shifted some, wanting to see as he pushed into her, her hand tightening along his bicep as she tightened around his cock.

There was a small amount of pain, a whimper of a different nature leaving Oriane. Shaking her head, Orii lifted her lips to his "Don't stop" The pain would fade, she knew it. It was part of growing up with people who aged faster than she did; friends who passed this rite of passage had shared with her. She might bleed, there might be pain, but it would be okay. Those eyes downing in aquamarine and gold found his own golden orbs and a shaky smile curled on her lips "Don't you dare" Her mouth found his and for a moment she was the aggressor, her tongue brushing along his own, her moan trapped in their mouths.

There was nothing in her world but their bodies, slowly twining together. Sol was the only person in her universe; the feel of his mouth on hers, the soft vibrations that rippled along the muscle of his arm beneath her hand. The feeling of him, so large slowly spearing her and the way her body seemed to change to accept all of him. The pleasure that grew between them and the love that swelled in response. Oriane's free arm slid around his shoulders and neck, the kiss of her nails biting into his back with gentle pressure. Her hips lifted some, eagerness betraying his own desires to go slower. "I love you Sol" The words were whispered, a sudden shyness at odds with her actions. She did, it had been just a few days, but she knew in her heart it was the truth and it was something she didn't want to hide from him. She was his and he was hers... They'd said it in every other way other than those three little words.

The words had been said as he'd sheathed the length of himself inside her. Lips brushed his once, twice three times before her hips gave another little squirm, a sign she was okay. A sign she was ready. A demand. Orii nipped at his lower lip playfully, squirming once more, whimpering. "It doesn't hurt much, my love" There was a definite begging tone to the word, a plea for more. She could feel her heart flutter beneath her breast, wild and erratic. "Please"
 
There was something in the way Oriane spoke and the sweet innocence with which she relished in the pleasure he provided which made him so severely attracted to her. Every word she spoke was laced with the feelings she'd not yet fully explained but alluded to with her actions. All of it culminated with them, at this moment, in a home they had purchased together, breaking in their new bed in the most appropriate, if not carnal, fashion. He noticed, just before he'd kissed her as he entered, that she appeared to want to spectate and observe as he pushed into her and he was only more than happy to oblige. As she broke the kiss with her gasp, Sol moved his head back just enough to where both of them could watch, unobstructed, as he claimed her. "There you go, love...Watch as I take all you have...And as you take all of me," he whispered seductively to her as he pushed in another inch as their eyes looked on.

A brief hesitation occurred when he heard the whimper, knowing the difference between pain and pleasure but Orii insisted, smiling through and his eyes found hers, smoldering and passionate while hers were deep and fiery as she demanded of him not to stop before taking him with a lavish kiss. He moaned into her mouth, echoing their pleasure as his tongue wrestled strongly with hers; Sol was enjoying her tenacity as he continued to plunge into her with a slight bit more haste than before. Before long, he'd passed halfway into her and his thickness pulsed eagerly and swiftly against her walls as his body trembled. Orii was incredible, her body seeming to adjust to so perfectly accept him and he felt so fully encapsulated within the moment that he would miss many of the things he'd normally have picked up on at any other moment. But, this was a different time. This was their time and Sol would allow nothing to interfere with that, his mind singularly focused on the blushing beauty beneath who so coquettishly captured his heart and tangled her spirit so sweetly with his. His back arched to meet her nails, driving another inch of himself surprisingly quick into her as he growled with delight.

She lifted, coming to meet him as he hilted within her, his warm and slightly swollen sack pressing against her as he felt enrobed from root to tip in deliciously slickened sateen flesh and a delighted groan left him. Then, she spoke words that set him on fire and she could feel the warmth immediately rise around him as his aura flared to life around him. Nyen's ovoid dance around him hastened to a feverish pitch as a broad grin spread over him and his eyes nearly shut from how much he was smiling, wrinkled at the corners as his golden hues shone with a brightness they'd not exhibited before. "And, I love you too, Oriane," he returned that love to her, those words which he had been feeling build within but wasn't sure the proper timing to say them. However, this had seemed the proper time and, had she not taken the initiative, he certainly would have proclaimed as much. He didn't care how long it had been since they'd met. He felt like he'd known her for years. Oriane was like coming home after a long time traveling, that blissful, welcoming comfort one could only get when you had somewhere all your own. She was that place for him and he knew what such a powerful feeling meant to him. Surely, this demure, petite woman had shown him exactly what he'd been missing this entire time and he would fight the hordes of Heaven and Hell if only to keep her at his side.

Then, came her plea, the soft words spoken with an unmistakable desire with an undertone of desperation. He twitched harder within her as a response and the look in his eyes grew somehow hungrier as he teasingly nibbled back at her upper lip. Then was uttered 'Please' and Sol braced his weight with his arms as his hips moved fluidly in reverse, withdrawing his throbbing cock halfway before his abdomen rolled sensually forward and he plunged back to the hilt within her. She'd seen how fluidly he could move while dancing, how graceful and powerful his body was, and it translated well in this regard. Slowly at first, each thrust drew him further and further out of her until most of him was outside of her love canal at his apex and then he drove every last bit back in with steadily increasing power. His breaths came deep and erratically, chest heaving as he moaned out from the incredible sensation of their lovemaking. Ravenously, he kissed her with an unparalleled level of amorosity as his smoldering eyes shut slowly. Then, his hips began to shift a little with each thrust, Sol stirring her inside to determine which ways to best enter her to hit the most pleasurable spots and how he could alternate between them.

Around them, the lewd noises of sex began to fill the air as his groin began slapping into her at his deepest and their mixed fluids gathered noisily between them. These sounds echoed off the round chamber, walls of glass only serving to amplify the chorus of their sexual co-mingling. Sol lowered his body towards hers, pressing his bare chest to hers and supporting himself on elbows so he could trace the curves of her neck with explorative fingertips. “Orii...Oh, fuck…” he moaned heatedly as his chest rubbed against hers slightly with the momentum carried up from his piston-like motions. His heart was pounding in his chest, both from excitement and exertion, as he teased the edges of her hair and dove his fingers slowly into her carmine locks, tangling his fingers within and he tugged slowly at the handfuls he had acquired.
 
The way sol seemed to adjust, accommodate her desires both spoken and not did not go unnoticed by Oriane. her cheeks had flushed when he'd moved to allow her to watch as he slipped inside her, his words searing through her mind. All of him. Or when he'd listened to her tell him she was okay, to not stop. Sol took her at her word, and as their mouths tangled together Orii took pleasure in the way he reacted to her as well. Like the way he had pressed himself into her nails, the growl and the sudden movement drawing a delicious moan from her lips. She was slowly learning things she loved as well. Those little flashes of pain be it from her nails or teeth spurring him on; Orii was finding she liked them as well. While he learned about her body, how she reacted and what pleasured her she learned what she liked and what he liked. She found she loved his growls and she had liked that sudden movement, her body ached for more of it. Sol was opening a whole new world to her, one she wished to explore with him alone.

Four little words had changed Sol, she could see and feel it. His aura changed and she purred in response, clinging to him tighter, wanting to revel in his warmth. When he gave her the words back, she blushed, unable to help it. She had loved friends, family before.. but it was a far cry from the feelings that swirled inside her. Sol was her sun and moon and more.. she had no desire to stray from the near gravitational pull that was her Sol. She'd never met anyone like him before and something told her she would be hard pressed to find anyone else like him in the ever expanding universe. He was her soul mate... The words reverberated through her like they had the first. Her perfect match in every way. She'd set fire to the universe just to get to him.

When he answered her please Oriane moaned, the gold flecks in her eyes eating away at the turquoise until their gazes matched. Shifting slightly her arms slipped under his, hands spreading along the strong planes of his back. Each thrust seemed to quicken in pace, even if just slightly. The feeling of him pulling back gave her a nearly palpable sense of loss and when he thrust back into her, she moaned, nails biting into his back, leaving perfect half moons in their wake. Her breathing hitched moments before his mouth found hers. Oriane kissed him back with that same sort of sweet eagerness she always had, but there was something else in her kisses, darker and sinful. Her breasts rose and fell quicker as she began to experiment as well; her hips rose to meet his and she cried out the first time, nails raking along his back, head tilting backwards as she took greedy breaths of air, if only to fuel her next moan. When Sol brushed against her g-spot Oriane nearly came undone from the combination of their combined efforts.

Sol's body came closer and she could feel his chest hair brushing against her nipples, the touch tickling... drawing them once more into hardened peeks. His fingers traced along the slender column of her neck before burying into her carmine locks. One leg rose long his, locking with it as he thrust into her. Even now, as they maid love she desired more of his body against hers. Her second climax was fast approaching, she could feel it each time he brushed against the most sensitive spots within her body. The closer she got, the more her nails dragged along his flesh. Leaning up her lips brushed the mark she had left, tongue flicking out along it before her mouth moved along his shoulder. She nipped at his shoulder, once, twice, before biting him again. There was something about leaving marks on his skin that thrilled her... it was more than a claim on his body, for she already knew he was hers.. It was being able to look at them later that gave her that thrill. To know he'd see them too and remember this time, her first time. Pulling back, there was another perfect set of teeth marks imprinted in his skin.

"Fuuuuuuuck" The word was drawn out along a moan and the sounds Oriane was making changed. It was clear as she neared her climax what was coming moments before he'd feel it. Her body tightening around the length of him, becoming vice like as her orgasm tore through her. Trembling around him, her body convulsed as she came, her voice rising to the heavens. The two orgasms before paled before the one she rode now. Her body, still in it's pleasure, moved with him, even as her orgasm faded, little aftershocks hitting her system. With each she whimpered softly, panting. Her mouth found his, her kiss tender as her hands slid into his hair. Breaking the kiss she whispered against his lips, playfully. "If I had known sex was like this..." Teasing him she nipped at his lower lip. "I think we should do this as often as we can''
 
Engrossed couldn’t even begin to describe the focus he gave to his little firebird as she drew him in and splayed her fingers across his tense, shifting muscles. Her voice was so very sweet, ringing in his ears like an aria as his smooth, rich voice groaned with delight in response to the way she felt around him. Her nails dug into him and Sol arched towards them, relishing in the sweet, soft pain that she caused with the delicious pleasure they inflicted on each other. With each kiss, Sol could feel that lust and desire Orii held for him which bubbled up from the surface. When she rose upwards, he growled loudly with delight as he felt himself hitch deeper into her and with a more powerful angle. As she scratched along his back, he shivered softly as his motions carried on more intensely; it seemed her reactions were serving to spur him on with more eagerness. He moaned out when she tightened against him, feeling her gripping ever tighter to his pulsing shaft as he moved like a piston within her.

Orii’s nipples stiffened against his skin and Sol grinned, pressing his chest against hers further so his motions transferred more stimulation into her. As her leg locked around him, Sol strengthened his thrusts in a display of passion and power while moving his hips in a more erotic fashion. She could feel the way his muscles shifted as he rolled his body, using every last ounce of strength and talent he had to give them more and more pleasure. Her claws dug further into his back, making him moan through clenched teeth before he pulled on her hair enough to expose her neck further to him as she attended to his. Gasping moans left him as she nipped at him and, as she bit down into his shoulder, so too did he bite down onto the nape of her neck. His tongue flicked against the flesh between his teeth, which he took care to not pierce through her flesh but he intended fully to mark her as well. He even suckled a little, though not quite enough to blemish her skin with the force as he separated from her with a ‘pop’.

As she called out, Sol simultaneously called her name as he felt her clamping down on him as though he owed her, but his ministrations didn’t stop. No, rather he felt each convulsion and timed himself to thrust hard into her each time she squeezed. Had he not the self-control to tighten his lower abdominal muscles and time his breathing, Sol would have found himself done in by the immense pleasure he took in her orgasm. But, he didn’t want to finish without giving her another— not that he couldn’t have continued anyway. He smiled broadly as her lips embraced his, the kiss he returned being loving and sweet as he smiled and tangled his fingers a little deeper into her hair. Her mischievous whisper made him chuckle lightly, which caused his cock to suddenly shift and twitch inside her much stronger than it had before, his hips stalling in their motions temporarily. “Fuck, if I’d have known it was like this…” he agreed, nipping back at her lip. “We certainly should do this as often as we can...And I fully intend to,” he agreed with a lustful tone before he kissed her passionately.

Untangling his fingers from her hair, Sol broke away from the kiss slowly with a small strand of saliva connecting their lips. He shifted backward, leaning his upper body away from her as he remained mostly within her with his hot, throbbing manhood. As he rose, he traced his fingers along her side before grabbing hold of her legs beneath her knees and he lifted them up to push her hips upwards and force her into a much more receptive position. At the new angle, she could see much more clearly just how intimately they were connected as Sol looked on her with those molten golden hues swimming with an insatiable hunger. Powerfully, he resumed his assault on her as he held her in this new position as each thrust had him slapping noisily against her. With this new angle, Sol could feel himself burying as deep as she could possibly take him as he moaned loudly. His member twitched harder, heart rate quickening once again as he increased his fervor. Sol leaned forwards towards her, trapping her legs with her knees nearly touching the bed as he moved decisively and strongly.

Despite his best efforts, he wouldn’t be able to continue on for too much longer, his balls starting to tighten and his shaft stiffened further as he strained his muscles to stem the hot pool which was welling up in his groin. “You feel incredible, Orii…” he moaned as he gazed deeply into her eyes, clearly conveying the love and pleasure he felt at this moment. “I want to come inside you, Orii…” he spoke with a heavy, hot tone as he hastened his movements and gyrated his hips in a rhythmic, sensual manner. “I’m going to fill you with me…” he taunted this time, his abdomens tightened and twitching with the effort of holding back the tide, wanting to coax another orgasm from her so he could experience one simultaneously with her.
 
Along her neck, she could still feel his teeth, long after his mouth had moved; much like her marking him thrilled her, being marked in return caused her heart to sing with the idea. There was a new unfolding desire to give as well as receive such. Like little memories left on her skin of their time together. Oriane was an innocent, even now. She didn't know such things existed within a realm of sex she'd yet to experience. It was something that after, Orii would try to remember. Everything new in her world, she wanted to share with Sol; it was more than it was he that was expanding her horizons for there was nothing Oriane could see not wishing to share with him. New, old and everything that fell between, she wanted Sol to be a part of. He was her world, forever more.

Panting, Oriane smiled up at Sol as he paused, his fingers curling tighter in her hair. Her cheeks flushed and she smiled shyly up at him. It begged the question had it never been like this for him with another? The thought that it hadn't, filled her with a sense of pride. Such a feeling seemed easy to come by for her, the way he made her feel. She was his other half, Oriane firmly believed this, even still, she was selfishly prideful of the pleasure she was able to give Sol. She felt no shame in it. Her mouth found his as he bent to kiss her; his passion, matched equally within that kiss. She left nothing of herself off the table as she poured her love, desires and everything she had into it. When he pulled back, she was panting once more, her eyes slowly opening. A hand rose and pushed the fall of his hair behind his ear, a smile on her lips. "So beautiful" her voice was soft and amorous, her fingers lingering against his cheek.

The trace of his fingers along her body as he leaned back made her squirm slightly, a breathy giggle leaving her lips. When Sol moved her body, she shifted with him, her legs pressed against his shoulder. Gazing up at him Oriane bit her lower lip; shifting slightly she was able to see how their bodies were joined. The sight alone drew a moan from her, her eye shifted to his just as he began to move once more. Her mouth opened, eyes on his as she moaned again. It took willpower to not close her eyes as the orgasm that had just begun to fade came roaring back, her body more than eager to give Sol his desire. Her hands tightened in the sheets, as he thrust into her, the powerful drive of his body causing her smaller one to bounce against him, the sound filling the room. There was little Oriane could do to stop herself from coming apart, each hard thrust pushing her to that edge faster than she'd come there just a little while ago.

Her body folded in half as he leaned into her, the change causing her eyes to widen as he seemed to fill her even more. Her moans began to pick up, as they had before, the first indication she was close to her third orgasm. She moaned in answer to how she felt, blush no longer having a place in her cheeks as she dug her nails into the sheets, her world threatening to come undone at the seams. "Yes, Gods... please" Orii bit her lower lip trying to hold on if not for just a moment longer. A moment was all she could muster however. Her back arched, her hips trying to meet his as he thrust into him, her head falling back as she came.

She was beginning to learn just what it felt like when the universe shattered, her own world coming apart as pleasure soaked every never, every fiber of her being, nay soul. Beneath her hands there was a sound of cloth ripping wet and raw. Around him, her body tensed, milking his cock as she came. A prison of molten velvet trembled around him. This third orgasm, more powerful than the first two and far easier to draw from her small body as she'd never really left that edge. Panting beneath him, Oriane gave a small whimper, the sound pleasured and content. Her eyes still tightly closed as an aftershock hit her, her back arching in pleasure.

It would take her what felt like an eternity to open her eyes, to learn how to breathe again.. to feel like her body wasn't about to come unglued beneath him. Slowly though, she was able to. Though that glow was unlikely to fade anytime soon. As her eyes opened they sought his. One hand uncurled and found his. Gently, she pulled his hand toward her, pressing it flat against her breast, where beneath, her heart raced, even now. She held his hand there until the beat, slowly calmed. Shifting against him, Orii gave a soft sound before whispering his name. "Sol" The smile that rested on her lips said everything that her tone of voice did. Love. She loved him... She was his.. All of it.

Outside, dusk was settling across the ocean, the golden rays of sunlight illuminating his silhouette. He looked like a god made flesh, the golden hues making his outline fuzzy. "I love you" The words said once more, though something told Oriane that she could say those three words every second of every day and it wouldn't come close to the feeling of loving him. She didn't know it yet, but later, their first coupling would be felt again. A pleasure she wasn't aware to look forward to. Reaching ups, she brushed her own teeth marks, still lingering on the skin of his shoulder. "Mmmn, I like this" As she traced it, her own hand covered his own teeth marks. Precious to her, that perfect imprint of teeth.
 
At her obvious delight with the visible claim he’d left on her, Sol couldn’t help but smile and feel more intrinsically linked with her as she so thoroughly enjoyed the pleasures he did. She would learn everything by his hand, and he didn’t want any other to experience the luxuriousness of her aphroditic form. They were lovers of an unexplainable magnetism and chemistry, one which he had him feeling so very possessive over and protective of her. As her fingers wound deeper into his hair, he relished in the feeling that she, too, craved the deepest intimacies with him as they shared themselves wholly with one another. His skin tingled electric and his eyes were bright and hot as he told her with his eyes, ‘You are forever mine.’

Her passion redoubled his own as he communicated every last feeling of affection and yearning, as well as all of himself into her. His smile brightened as she brushed the locks from his face and lingered her sweet touch upon his cheek. He leaned towards her hand a little, kissing her palm as he responded to her, “Not as beautiful as you, my love.” His body was glowing with that aura of blue-white light and the atmosphere warped a little with the heat which emanated from him. Sol could truly let go of himself with her, not needing to concern himself with harming her with the full intensity of his powers and emotion. With her, he’d found himself a perfect match to receive all the gifts which he’d never given to another.

Her moan at seeing how they were connected drew Sol to a lascivious grin as he licked his lips, finding himself enjoying how much she loved that connection. Her smoldering hues met his own as he began to move once again and he locked eyes with her as he braced her hips in his strong grasp; both to support himself and keep her from bouncing completely off of his cock from the strength of his thrusts. Each cycle of his hips trod the line between animalistic brutality and roiling passion, not wanting to hurt her by going too intensely; however, she seemed to be far sturdier than he may have initially thought. Then, when he shifted, her moans began to build to a crescendo as she practically pleaded with him to release what he’d been withholding into her. Sol hastened at that, feeling his zenith threatening to fall out of his control just at that moment but he managed to hold until he felt her hips press up towards him as he moaned out loudly, “Oriane!” His aura grew to a near blinding brightness for a brief moment before calming to a more tolerable level as he bit his lower lip and closed his eyes, head arced slightly backward as he peaked.

His hot shaft pulsed immensely within her as his own back arched forward and the first torrent of his hot, thick seed pumped deep within her. Growling moans left him as several powerful twitches accompanied another gush of his essence into her as she milked at him within her molten depths. He gyrated, grinding himself deep within her to draw those last little ounces of pleasure from them both as he panted, his unyielding stiffness pulsing rapidly within her and twitching hard with the aftershocks of their orgasms. Had he not filled her so completely, the volume which he erupted into her surely would have begun leaking before he’d finished. He’d never quite felt pleasure which jolted through his every nerve and he found himself enthralled by how completely Orii had brought him to climax. His heart sung rapidly within his chest as his afterglow showed in both the glistening sweat on his chiseled form and the nebulous light which bathed her in his energy. As she took his hand to place it on her chest, he could feel her racing heartbeat which nearly matched his own’s pace and he smiled broadly as he pressed her a little to feel that fluttering muscle a little better. He loved that feeling; and, he deeply loved her. It was at this moment that he’d decided, with all finality, that he would marry her.

“I love you, too, truly and deeply, Orii,” his words were laden with ardor as he unhitched her legs from his shoulders, allowing them slowly down to come to rest against the bed as he shifted his own body closer, drawing a soft moan from him as he slipped out from her just a little. His warm flesh pressed against her, smiling as she traced the markings on his neck and his own fingers traced the indentations of his teeth on her skin. “Mmmmm...Me too...I enjoy the thought of people seeing the evidence of my claim on you, and likewise with your claim over me,” possessiveness bled through his tone as he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her amorously. He’d not allowed his full weight against her, not wishing to crush the small girl beneath his massive frame. Instead, as he kissed her, he put his hands down to her hips and locked her against his form as he rolled onto his back, pulling her back off the bed and leaving her laying atop him. He’d shiver a little at this, deep contentment settling over him at the delightful closeness which this brought about.

In this golden light, which danced luminously through her fiery locks and illuminated her alabaster skin with warm light, she looked like the highest and most beautiful of angels to his eyes. Sol couldn’t stop himself from thinking of how he never wanted this to end and how eager he was for their next union as his expression conveyed a minutia of what he felt. No singular thing could come close to explaining how he felt for her, but he would certainly try to convey his feelings in the ways he knew how. “This feels absolutely right,” he murmured as he looked at her with unfettered love from deep within his eyes, a content and satisfied smile on his face as he traced his fingers up her back before he hugged her closer to him and closed his eyes.
 
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There would be no way of knowing, not that Oriane would ever want to change anything since meeting Sol, if her first time would have been like this. Back when she had friends near her own 'age' there had been stories that passed between the girls as they all experienced their first. The stories had varied, but searching her long lived memories, she couldn't find a single story that encompassed her first. Gazing up into Sol's eyes as they all but staked their claim on her mind, body and soul, she doubted that many experienced a first quite like this. Some would, but how many met their soulmate and were a virgin? She wasn't foolish enough to think she was alone, but surely a minority. The love she felt, the possessiveness that claimed him as hers was illuminating her sea kissed eyes.

A pleased smile curled along her lips as he turned her compliment back towards her. "Agree to disagree?" The touch of his lips on her palm sent a tingle through her body. Basking in his aura, a purr started, she could lay naked in his glow and be content as a kitten forever. She had no idea the struggles he'd faced and Orii hadn't been worried, knowing Sol was an equal match for her own fire. She'd not kept her heat in check, burning like a roman candle, the slow burn consuming the pair. "Tu brilles comme un ange mon amour" With his glow joining the sun, he seemed like a gift from the god of earth. It cast his blonde locks to a near gold around the edges.

That smile could make her go weak in the knees, lucky for her she wasn't standing. There could be no wrong answer in how she reacted, her mind worried for a moment, that silly fear being chased away with each powerful thrust. Her back arching, hands curling into the bedding once more, trying to ground her body to the mortal world as he pushed her to the ecstasy of the heavens. Her moans rose, her desire and demand slipping from her. She needed his surrender, needed him. Her name left his lips, the pleasure of that one word, moaned out as she came again was seductive. Her eyes closed and a pleased smile curled along her mouth as she bathed in his light. Oriane could feel his release, as somehow that hard length got harder, if just for a moment. Each twitch, throb of his cock felt as he came with her.

His hand laid against her hear, the skin beneath damp from their lovemaking. Still trying to catch her breath, she smiled up at him. Shifting as he helped her legs down Orii closed her eyes for a moment. There was a sense, when you worked out that you knew in the morning you'd feel it. Somehow she knew, in the morning she might ache; it would be a delicious ache that reminded her of this. Her hand moved from his mark, allowing him to brush his fingers along her skin. Her cheeks flushed and she nodded. She wasn't sure why it pleased her to have anyone, everyone know that she was his. She did however understand her pleasure in claiming him; the feelings likely intrinsically bound. Her head lifted as he kissed her, that sweet eagerness that surrounded every action that she took when it came to Sol, evident. Giggling against his lips as her world flipped. Finding herself on top of him, she pulled back from their kiss slowly.

Shifting, she bit her lower lip, eyes closing as she rose to sit above him. His length still buried in her as she gazed down at him. The wealth of his pale locks spread around his head, shoulders and trapped beneath him. The way Sol looked at her, made her shiver. Somehow just his gaze alone made her feel beautiful. Her fingers moved along that thin line that ran from their joined bodies to just below his navel. In the dying light, shadows cast along their bodies as Oriane lazily trailed her fingers long the planes of his stomach, her eyes following their path. Her fingers brushed upwards, and Orii leaned down, pressing a kiss above his heart. "It does" She answered him with a smile. She wanted to tease him, knowing that he would likely growl at her... she liked that sound. Her head was lowering, perhaps to earn herself that growl when she remembered Bellamere.

Unable to help herself, her mouth just above his nipple she spoke, her warm breath curling along his heated skin. "We need to go get Maman, she will be worried" The tip of her tongue brushed over his nipple, flicking against it before she pulled back. Her smile shy to a point, but there was a very clear, sinfulness to her gaze. He was waking something in her that was less timid. Was Oriane perhaps a tease deep in her soul? Hands resting on his chest she lifted her hips, eyes closing. "We can grab a quick shower maybe, before collecting her..." She could smell it, the scent of their lovemaking heavy on the air. Shifting along the bed she let herself fall beside him, curling into him. She knew they should move, begin to get ready, but she wasn't quite ready. Her head rested against his chest, her soft body cuddling in closer. "If we can, we should go shopping. I could make us dinner" Her voice was growing heavy, if they didn't move soon, Orii was in real danger of falling asleep, curled into Sol. "I... I don't want my own room, I want to stay with you" This admission was shy and while she couldn't fathom why he'd decline her, there was a small touch of fear in her voice.
 
A claim to rival his own, marking his existence for her through the illumination of her beautiful hues served to deepen the look in his eyes. Mutual submission to their souls’ tandem calls to unify culminated in this moment of connection, exploration, and expression. Sol grinned at her refusal to accept her aesthetic superiority and his eyes shimmered brightly as he gazed upon her. Their combined heat would have surely ignited less well-suited materials, but the comfortable fibers wound into the plush arrangement beneath them seemed to either nullify or rapidly dissipate the heat. “Et tu es la seule qui mérite d'être si pleinement enveloppée de ma lumière,” he responded as his aura seemed to brighten at his words, further bathing her in the warmth of his inner spirit. In the multicolored lights of dusk and his blue-white solar affinity, Oriane’s features were highlighted to him in the most alluring ways. For him, she was beauty and lust incarnate; a most welcome personification of his desires made manifest by her unique biology and similarly unrepeatable personality.

With their joint satisfaction assured, Sol’s body lightly shivered with the aftershocks of pleasure which left him feeling sedate and refreshed. As she flushed from his comment on his enjoyment of their respective marks being left upon one another, his eyes glimmered with delight before shutting while kissed. Once she was astride him and shifting, Sol captured his bottom lip to sequester the low growl of delight which rumbled in his throat. His golden hair shimmered in the gloaming, appearing nearly platinum with accents of pure aureal sheen while he breathed heavily and deeply; within his chest, his heart raced still to recover from the exertion and excitement he’d experienced. His eyes scanned down her body slowly, devouring her curvaceous form as she placed her fingers where they interlocked and traced lines, following the etchings of his abdominal muscles through his skin at which he arched towards her seductive touch. “Mmmmm…” he sighed out as he wrapped his large hands around her hips, pulling her forwards as she laid down on him as if to beckon her more quickly to rest against him. Her kiss to his heart left a lingering electrical feeling on his skin as his expression brightened and warmed.

His nipple stiffened slightly to the warm tickle of her breath as she spoke of the necessity to recover Bellamere from the Spine. Damn, he’d forgotten about her for a moment! He couldn’t think long on that, however, as Orii flicked his nipple with her warm, moist tongue and she indeed was rewarded with a warm, provocative growl. “Indeed, we should, my darling firebird,” he agreed as he gazed back into her eyes with similarly sinful intentions brewing beneath the smoldering golds. As she lifted off of him, his sensitivity post-climax made his hips twitch a little and he moaned sharply with the sudden rise. A shower, yes. He could smell them in the air, too, and it fuelled his hunger for her. However, they were not without responsibility and, as much as he would love to spend the day alternating between making love and cradling her, there was a slight urgency for them to collect Bella. While she certainly wasn’t guilty of any sort of involvement with them beyond the personal, he knew it wouldn’t stop those after the two of them from harming her if they believed it would lure them out.

When she fell next to him, his arm immediately and almost instinctively wrapped around her back and pressed her close. It was as though he felt most natural and comfortable while sheltering her beneath his muscular arm. “We really do need to shower first...And shopping after would be great,” he answered, the hardened planes of his body accepting to supple succor of her plushness against him. Gods, he loved how she felt. Not wanting to allow her to get away with teasing him, his large hand filled with one cheek of her rear as he squeezed firmly. She seemed so content to just fall asleep then and there; Sol wouldn’t have been far behind, either, had they no business to conduct. Then, Orii spoke more sweetly than she had previously and her words tugged his lips to a sweet smile as a low, warm chuckle bubbled forth from his chest. “You seem to be understanding this arrangement incorrectly, then. I looked specifically for a home with fireproof furnishings because you are to never sleep alone again. If we sleep, we sleep in each other’s arms, period,” his confirmation was authoritative and warm, with an underlying firmness which said he’d not accept any refusal of this condition. He knew she wouldn’t, though, confident her desire to lay with him at least rivaled, if not equal, to his own.

He leaned his head towards hers and placed a slow, appreciative kiss to the top of her head as he contentedly sighed, “I love you, Oriane.” Those three words hadn’t left his lips in over a decade and he seemed all too pleased to repeat them to her over and over. Slowly, and with great hesitation, Sol began to shift within the bed to sit upright and he stretched his tall frame skyward as he groaned. “That was quite the workout...Next time, I might have you do some of the hard work,” he teased her with a grin as he stood from the bed and then reached beneath her to scoop her into his arms. As he held her body against his, his face and eyes expressing how smitten he was with her as he began to meander his way towards an adjoining door which seemed to lead into a large bathroom.

As they crossed through the doorway into the room, they were greeted by a large bathroom with lavish fixtures. A dual vanity sink rest against one wall topped with polished white marble with veins of silver and black and backed with mirrors which were illuminated at their rims. The shower was a large booth of glass with two fixtures on each of the three walls without the door and an additional two fixtures overhead to truly introduce a deluge to whoever stepped within. There was also a large bath— a jet tub, to be more precise— which rest nearly center to the room, built within a large square pedestal which was tiled with the same patterns as the floor and seamlessly rose up to form a couple of steps on each side. There were decorative and functional racks around as well, holding a combination of Nordic and Grecian styled sculptures and plants in addition to towels and soaps which were complimentary gifts from the realtors.

“This looks incredible,” he murmured with a grin as he walked with her in his strong embrace towards the large booth which looked as though it could accommodate three of him, let alone himself with her delightfully diminutive form. Sol slowly let her to her feet and only released his grip from her once she was sure-footed and stable. Then, he collected a few of the soaps for them to smell, there were labels on them that expressed their predominant scents. There was a variety to choose from, ranging from the feminine, floral scents like Japanese cherry blossom and hibiscus to masculine scents like cedarwood and bergamot, as well as a few unisex options such as refreshing spring mint and charcoal or freshwaters. Sol seemed to enjoy a soap which smelled richly of pine and sandalwood, with underlying tones which balanced it out and smelled quite masculine without being overly pungent. Opening the booth, Sol stepped within and looked to Orii with a beckoning grin as he linked to the shower’s control with his neural implants and set the temperature to what would be cool and refreshing for the both of them. With that, the shower sprang to life and Sol was immediately saturated on all sides by pleasantly cool, clean water.
 
Oriane's cheeks flushed as he responded to her in french and she smiled at him, her joy clear. She had never felt she needed to hide any of her emotions, but never had she had emotions like the ones he brought out in her. He seemed to draw everything she could offer to the forefront and eagerly she offered them to him. Love, lust, joy and so many others swam through her. Swelling with each one that Sol nurtured within her. Having never been with another, she didn't quite understand their unique capabilities and how well they seemed to mesh. If she thought about it more, she'd likely see them, though it was perhaps lucky her first time had been with him. She'd never once bothered to keep her heat in check as Sol's searing touches as he brought her to climax after climax, her temperature only rising. She might have tried, with another, to temper the heat, but she didn't have the same control over it. Even now, she burned like a small sun, heat radiating off her bare skin, the air around the pair shimmering.

Still bound together when Sol responded to her touches, he moved within her. Biting her lower lip, Orii closed her eyes, letting that movement wash through her. Pleasure from the single movement playing along her still sensitive body. That and the way that his eyes hungrily ate over her from. It had been just this morning when they had first explored one another and last night when she had asked for time. It was something she had felt she needed, but in the wake of her nightmare and just being close to him... Orii felt no shame in her quick reversal of desires. Even last night she'd craved his touch, she'd held herself for a semblance of propriety. Silly now, knowing what he was to her... Her soulmate. She felt no doubts and doubted he did either. Hands pulling her closer, encircling her hips, Orii followed as he bade her. Feeling a bit playful she teased him, a delighted purr coming from her when he growled. "Do you often buy houses and sleep with girls on the second date? In that exact order, of course" Oriane knew the answer, but teasing him seemed to be something she couldn't resist in her current frame of mind. Relaxed, loved and incandescently happy.

Curled into him as she was, his arm draped over her, Oriane was allowed to marvel at how they seemed to fit. Perhaps it was just her, but no matter how they lay, she fit against him like she had been made to do so. "We fit together perfectly, oui?" Her voice was dreamy with the afterglow of their love making and perhaps a touch of drowsiness. Laughing as he gripped the supple curve of her ass in his hand she purred, rubbing herself against him. It wouldn't have been ladylike in public, but alone in their bed? She saw no issue. When he agreed to her suggestion, she nodded, cheek pressed against his shoulder and chest. The chuckle that rumbled from her love had her eyes opening lazily. Smiling she nipped at his shoulder. "Are you telling me then, had we not made love and I was still in the mindset of needing my own room you'd have denied me? Thrown me over your shoulder like a viking and carried me off to this room?" Her voice held laughter, shone with it much like her eyes did. She wouldn't have minded, Oriane was sure, she'd loved waking up in his arms. Laughing she leaned over him, carmine locks tumbling to form a curtain. "So barbaric..." Her mouth found his and the kiss was sweet, pulling back her lips brushed his. "I suppose it's all for the best though, for you'd have found me in your bed before dawn I fear. Waking in your arms is how I wish to wake every morning"

Laying back down, his lips found her hair a kiss pressed to her fiery locks. Smiling Orii cuddled closer. "I love you too, Sol" She was more than happy to lay with him. Oriane had dismissed the amount of danger she had been in before, thinking they would not go as far as harming her. Even now, she doubted they would harm Bellamere. Sol however, kept mind on his duty and his desire to care for her, by extension, Bellamere. When he shifted she made a sound of protest, not quite ready to move. Looking up at him from where she lay she lifted a brow. "And how would I do that?" There was a gleam in her eyes that clearly said she was up for the challenge. His love however was an innocence, he'd need to guide her, no matter how willing she was. For a moment, she supposed she could look it up, but there was a small delight in him showing her. Purring as he lifted her into his arms she shifted closer. Still feeling rather mischievous, Orii leaned up, nibbling on the lobe of his ear. If he growled or even stumbled in carrying her it would earn him a warm laugh and kiss to his cheek. She couldn't help her desire to touch him, tease him.

She took in the bathroom and nodded in agreement, slowly allowing him to lower her to her feet. He made sure she was standing on her own before pulling back from her. She watched as he set everything up, starting the water before she was in. Biting her lower lip, she waited a moment letting the water run down his strong frame. Lower lip caught in her teeth as she raked his body with her eyes. Oriane could help but to still desire him... She knew without question this feeling wasn't likely to fade; her need for him. After a moment she followed him, gasping as the cool water hit her heated skin. Her arms rose above her head and she spun slightly in the cooled water, a smile on her lips as steam rose from her body. A sweet moan left her and she opened her eyes, looking at him. Already soaked, her hair was glittering in the water like rubies and her gaze was nearly molten gold. "I like when you call me firebird" The admission offered with a smile. She had a name for him, but she chose to hold it, if just for now. Sol was her Sun. Oriane knew there would never be a day that she didn't wish to bask in his glow.
 
There weren’t quite words that were capable of describing the combination of euphoric sensations that swam through his body and scintillated his nerves with electric energy. Oriane brought out something deep within him; urges and desires which had never risen within him and existed solely for her. Sol could see the way the air shimmered and distorted the light which danced away from his skin lazily and he wondered how high the temperature had gotten in the room from the two of them. Likely, it was at least a few hundred degrees around them and probably in the triple digits through the entire room. There was a part of him that felt the way she reveled under his gaze; that sweetest of pleasures from the dominant and ravenous gaze of his tearing through her. Certainly, he couldn’t have guessed she would have been so quick to be relieved of her conditions on their intimacy— but, he wasn’t about to complain. Being unified with her had felt more right than anything else he’d ever done and, even within the afterglow of their initial foray into amour, Sol hungered for more of her. They were absolutely made for each other; of that, he was certain.

“You know, not as often as you might think… It takes something very special to make me bare of both wallet and body,” he teased her sweetly in return, a broad grin on his face as he sighed contently as she nestled into him. Orii seemed to be just as delighted for the feeling of his arm around her, as she nestled in and his fingers traced affectionate little paths over her skin. “Absolutement, mon amour,” he responded as he fondled her ass a little further, spurred on by her rubbing against him. At this rate, he’d wind up having to take her again before getting out of bed. It would have to wait, though, as they’d more pressing matters to attend to. As she nipped his shoulder, he growled affectionately and bit the corner of his lip softly. “Indeed, I would have...And would continue to do so until you got the point,” he jabbed back with a jovial tone, his smile bright and his eyes wrinkled at the corners. He opened his mouth to respond to her but found her kissing him sweetly, murmuring ‘Mmmmm’ as he melted into it and kissed her back sensually, teasing the edge of her lips with his moist tongue. “Good...Your place is by my side...At any time and in any place...Except when I’m doing dangerous things...You should stay back, then.”

As she pressed closer to him, Sol clung tighter, and his fingers traced along the small of her back, doodling little hearts and spelling sweet words with his touch. His hesitation was felt as well as seen as he moved away from her and he looked back at her as she made her protest known as well. However, that was soon replaced by mischief as she responded to his assertion. “Don’t worry, I’ll be happy to show you. All you need do is follow my lead, mon chéri,” his response held a dominant tone before he scooped her up to take her to the bathroom. As she leaned to nibble on his earlobe, he growled with delight and gave a soft moan directly into her ear to appease her rambunctiousness. Sol didn’t miss her gaze on his skin as he prepared the shower, body glistening with sweat, and their combined fluids and his manhood still standing at attention despite the volume he drained into her. In fact, he seemed to stiffen further under her attention as he slipped into the water and felt the warm fluid cascading over his skin in rivulets and deluges that framed his masculine figure. At first, she could hear sizzling as the water stole the heat of his skin and began boiling at first before his skin cooled enough to release mere wisps of steam.

Once she’d joined him, Sol grinned at her as he gazed upon her as the water began cooling her and soaking her all at once. Her moan was as seductive as it was sweet, bringing his attention to further collect on her enrapturing form. His eyes drank in the shimmering hue of her hair and his hues of gold were still smoldering as he met her gaze. “You are my firebird,” he asserted with a grin as he leaned down to kiss her underneath the flood of water, streams of water cascading over his face. His golden locks were deeper in color and glistening in the waters, affixed to his head, neck, and shoulders by the pressure of the waters around them. Firebird suited her well, as she was as mystical as those legends were and piqued his curiosity further than any other had. With that, he took the soap he’d chosen and began to lather his hands thoroughly with the woods-scented bar before reaching to her to deposit the bar in her hands. Once she’d taken it, he reached out and began to lather her at her neck, applying a pleasant pressure on her muscles as he worked the soap over her skin.

“You should wash me, too,” he insisted to her as he worked with his hands down to her shoulders and along to her back, using his strength to his advantage to knead her muscles into submission. His grin told her knew exactly as he was doing, intending to further ingratiate her to his touch and make her desire more from him. “So, what should we do for dinner? I don’t know what kind of meals you enjoy cooking,” he asked with a detectable excitement in his voice, eyes brimming with curiosity as he brought his hands back up to wash her arm and underarms. He was careful not to tickle her too severely before continuing down to her sides and then slowly back up her stomach. His pace would slow as he approached her breasts, tantalizing her with the promise of further sensual caresses but extending the time she would need to wait for it ever longer.
 
Even if she could have helped her teases, Oriane was unlikely to have done so. Not when Sol reacted in such a desirable way; in truth, she had learned such teases from him anyway. Perhaps she took it a bit further than he had, but when no complaint left Sol and his growls and his sweet moans were her answer? It only encouraged the female to keep up her salacious actions. Chuckling when he said it wasn't as often as she would imagine. Unable to resist teasing him once more. "Oh, so normally one or the other, not both?" She wrinkled her nose playfully. "Well I am a lucky girl then" She did feel such, all teasing aside. Oriane had no doubt that they would have found each other at some point, they were destined to be; she was just happy it was sooner rather than later. Curled into him, his fingers tracing patterns along her skin, the absent drawings a pleasant sensation. It was perhaps silly, but when his voice spoke french back to her, it made her smile. It was both the native tongue she'd grown up with as much as it was his voice speaking the words that made her happy.

Biting her lower lip as his hand played along her ass a bit more she shifted... Orii was not sure the "rules" of after sex, she felt like they perhaps should be winding down. His touching was not helping encourage that feeling in her body. Perhaps that was the plan? His answer to his barbaric suggestion made a smile curl on her lips. She might have to try it just to see if he would, the idea quite appealing to her. She agreed with all, until the last statement left his as their lips had parted. There was a flicker in her eyes that said as much. Orii would do so only because he insisted. With training though she might not be a danger to others and able to defend herself. At that point, she would not sit by idly while he fought. She was his and in the same way, he was hers. She would protect what was hers, whether or not the stubborn man wished it or not! The idea was settling into her being with a fastness and there would be little Sol could do to deter the idea once she was no longer a hindrance in battle.

Cradled into him, his fingers tracing shapes and what felt like letters upon her skin again, Oriane was more than content to stay put... and then he rose and she made her displeasure known. Her position no longer cradled against him but in his arms, she smiled at him. "To the edge of the universe and back" It was more than talk of her following his lead, but just following him. They were bound in a way that wouldn't be so easily broken. She felt it in her soul. There were ways that people could join, from a promise, to marriage and likely others, but their bond had been decided long before meeting. The universe had made the pair the other side of one another. Like a coin, now found they wouldn't be easily separated.

When Sol called her his firebird once more Orii smiled. Leaning up into the kiss, Oriane returned the kiss with that same sweet eagerness that she gave to him without question or thought. All she was belonged to him. Leaning against his chest, her fingers pushed his golden locks behind him and she smiled. Stepping back only when he moved to grab the soap. Watching as he brought the bar to lather, Orii took it from her when it was offered. Biting her lower lip her eyes closed as his hands touched her neck, fingers working magic against her body. Sol's voice offered his command and she smiled, fingers soapy as they ran along the broad planes of his chest and shoulders. She lacked the strength he did, but she took tender care of his body as they bathed one another. His fingers still plying their magic, leaving her body feeling relaxed and loose. His question drew a smile from her lips even as his fingers drew a soft moan from her.

"I like to cook and while we didn't often cook on the station, I have learned how to cook some of our favorite dishes... Well as best as I can with what we had" Her hands slid downwards, towards the v of his hips. His arms, upper chest and shoulders all having been cleaned. "I was thinking perhaps fresh pasta? I have always wanted to try my hand at it" And now she had the space to do so properly, thanks to Sol. Gently pulling from his hands, she knelt before him, her eyes glimmering up at him. Leaning forward, the brush of her lips just below his belly button, her hands moving between his thighs as she cleaned him. "You did something before..." Oriane's words soft as she washed one thigh and then the other. "Where you went between my thighs" Blush on her cheeks as she pressed a kiss to the tip of him. "There is a way for me to do the same yes?" Her eyes gazed up at him as her fingers slipped between his thighs, cupping the weight of his balls.

There was a certain amount of... self explanatory when it came to such a thing. Orii was aware that it would have to do with the hard length of him being inside her mouth... Where his tongue had slipped inside of her. She was just as eager to return the favor, to learn at the hands of her lover. Gently she washed his balls, then starting on his shaft. Oriane considered just trying now, but knew that they needed to collect Bellamere... It was the only thing that kept her mouth from sliding over him. Though, as she washed him, she watched his eyes letting her on ardor fill them. Behaving though she finished cleaning him, her fingers meticulous as she worked. Next his lower legs and feet. "Turn, S'il vous plaît" When he did so, she worked in reverse. Until she was once more standing behind him. Applying pressure with her fingers, Orii massaged his back, the soap giving her slippery purchase along his skin, almost like lotion or oil might have allowed. When she finished, she tickled her fingers along his sides. Slipping around the the front of him, she smiled up at him, as she demanded in an unusual bossy tone "Cette fois, mon amour, tu me donneras le plaisir de te laver les cheveux."
 
There was something to her teases which made Sol absolutely enraptured by them; perhaps the contrast from her sweet innocence or maybe merely how earnestly she sought to lure those feelings of desire from him. Whatever it was, Sol was happy to oblige her these actions and return them on occasion to drive her just as mad (with lust) as she was making him. “Usually just the one, if I’m being honest,” he admitted unabashedly, not ashamed of his past promiscuity as it had given him the experience necessary to ravage Oriane so thoroughly. “And, I think we’re both the lucky ones, my darling,” he added earnestly as he grinned and continued to absently trace shapes over her lower back between his teasing squeezes on her ass. Her smile to his suggestion might have made him regret the plot he knew he was forming but, truth be told, he loved the quirky behavior of his newfound love.

Her defiance to his assertion that she was to stay back in the face of danger made him think he should expedite some of her training, to at least get her a little more ready for combat. There were many things he wanted to explore with her and, while he knew she would ultimately be alright, he didn’t wish any avoidable harm to come to her. However, if his love truly knew the potential consequences, he might as well allow her to follow him even into the darkest nights. At least, in this way, he could ensure both of their safety, and she could likewise do the same. “And to the center and back,” he added, his eyes locked on her as the statement was a bit of a play on the physics of it. One could never truly find the center of the universe and, so, what he meant was that he wished to spend all of the rest of time with her. He wondered if she would get the reference, due to the specific knowledge and thought process needed. Even if she didn’t, Sol knew that she was the one for whom he was made, and who was made for him. Every fiber of his being yearned for her closeness, celebrated her touch, and jubilated at her happiness.

Every ounce of sweetness she gave to him filled him with joy and he relished in her closeness as they prepared to bathe together. Sol grinned broadly when she obeyed his orders and began to wash him, his own fingers gliding over her breasts sensually as he simultaneously cleaned and caressed her. Then, as she began to answer his question, he arched towards her hands as they slipped down his body. His silence spoke volumes as he growled deeply at her wandering hands and he gave a slow nod in response to her ask regarding the pasta. His imposing figure loomed over her as she knelt, his chest rising and falling steadily as his eyes locked onto hers, smolders growing all over again as a shiver ran along his spine. Her fingers slipped between his thighs and began washing him, her lips on his lower stomach making his abs tighten a little in response and Sol groaned softly with appreciation and salacity.

At her words, Sol’s desires flared in his eyes as he stared at her and she could see his self-control draining as her lips pressed against his tip, and his hips arched forward just enough to pierce that beginning taper between that rouge flesh of hers. “There...Is…” he strained to form the words without merely showing her exactly how. Visions flashed in his mind’s eye of his hand on the back of her head, fingers tangled in dense curls of her carmine locks, while he guided her head back and forth along his length and instructed her on what to do with her mouth. He was certain she would at least see the intent behind his eyes; the ardor which bubbled through and his severely dwindling self-control. His cock twitched hard at the thoughts, his balls feeling quite hefty indeed in her small fingers as they drew in a little from his excitement. Luckily for Bellamere, she had moved on before Sol lost the battle against his desire for her as his stellar mote whizzed about energetically. Sol had never seen it behave this way, to be honest, and he could only think that it felt happy— despite the fact he knew it to be merely an extension of himself.

As she asked him to turn, he obliged slowly and he relaxed as he felt her dexterous fingers working up along his legs, ass, and back. Even with her strength lacking the power of his, the massage she worked into him felt wonderful and she would feel him loosening at her ministrations as soft moans occasionally left him. “That feels wonderful, Orii,” he encouraged her as he allowed himself to enjoy her touch to the fullest. Then, as she tickled his sides, a low chuckle left him as he watched her with bright, affectionate eyes. Soon, she was around him, and, with an unusually assertive tone, she demanded him to allow her to wash his hair. A brief flash of defiance flashed in his eyes before he replied, “Je le ferai, mais tu ferais mieux de ne pas compter sur dormir ce soir. Je vais vous ravager de m'avoir commandé.” His sultry, seductive tone conferred that he did not mean the literal meaning of the word he chose; rather, he used it to emphasize just how much more of her he was craving. “Mais vous allez attendre que je termine,” he added as he knelt down and placed his hands on both of her thighs and pushed them open a little wider.

Gazing up at her, he began to wash her thighs in slow, erotic waves as he brought his head forward and placed a heated kiss below her belly, just at the apex of her slit. His lips were so very close and his breath washed over her as he exhaled deeply, bringing his hands slowly upwards and inwards as he washed. Then, he dipped his head a little lower, leaving his lips to brush against the more sensitive parts of her flesh before he gave a teasing flick of his tongue towards her entrance. His gaze never left her, his eyes tempting and defiant as he further smoldered with desire. Duty was all which held him back from her and it was her love for Bellamere which informed his decision to weigh her retrieval as something of great importance. His hands moved onwards, slipping around to wash her ass and he pulled his head slowly away from her sex. Then, his hands worked down the backs of her legs, wrapping around her knees and washing the entire circumference of her lower legs. He lifted one of her feet, balancing her and dutifully scrubbing it before settling it back down onto the textured tiles and then he lifted the other and just as thoroughly washed before he turned to sit on his butt before her and he gave her an expectant look with a roguish grin. "Allez!"
 
It wasn't hard to think of which one he had offered so willingly and Sol had never his that from her. He'd told her the night before in the club. Night before... It had really only been a few days; it was odd how it was true, Orii had felt like she'd known him a lifetime. The thought didn't bother her in the slightest for she planned to spend the rest of her life with him as well. Sol seemed to know either by his words, or hands, how to make her melt. She'd never known there was one more than one way to melt before Sol either. Be it by the sweetness he offered, the gentleness in which he touched her or by his salacious hunger that made her whimper. A whole new world had opened its doors to her through him and she'd walked through without fear. She hadn't known the facts of his words, but the sentiment was not lost on her.

That sound that bubbled from his throat always made her feel weak in the knees. There would never be a time that she didn't desire to hear him growl at her. Oriane was sure it had to do with the primal nature, like feeling from him or being thrown over his shoulder, carried back into the room and ravaged. As she cleaned him, her thoughts allowed to wonder, Orii debated if there could ever be a sound he'd make at her, because of her questions, touches or actions that wouldn't please her deeply. Like that little groan as she'd kissed him. Or any action, she mused as she questioned him and his eyes flashed at her. When his hips moved, perhaps of their own accord she smiled and licked the tip of him. So she'd been right... She could taste them on his tip, the aftermath of their love making; a touch salty and something else.. She looked forward to learning at his hands, but it was only the fact they had other obligations that tamed Orii's teasing. She could see his mote from her position on her knees before him as it spun, eagerly, happily around him. It was behavior like this that made it seem alive, even if it wasn't true.

She didn't side until after cleaning his legs when he had turned for her, doing so only after she was ready to clean his back. A smile touched her lips as he made sounds of appreciation and when he commented, he was given a kiss between his shoulder blades. "I am glad" Her words whispered against his spine, lips brushing the now clean skin. Oriane was far from dominant and she was unlikely to be with Sol except on occasions like this. His answer a clear reason as to why... Her cheeks flushed and her eyes lowered for a moment. His words about devastating her were not taken literal; it reminded her of one of her friends telling her about a particular... thorough love making... where she couldn't walk after. "On peut facilement dormir quand le soleil se lève alors, mon amour" A smiled curled on her lips, playful and almost innocently she asked "Vais-je pouvoir marcher après?" Chuckling she nodded, "Oui, I will let you finish first, love" Her smile growing. Her cheeks still held blush as he knelt and pushed her legs further open. No doubt, meant to echo how their love making had started. Biting her lower lip, Oriane watched him with hunger.

He was not the only one who desired more. She'd never had this sort of need or desire with anything else. She enjoyed food, might crave more of a certain thing, but she had always been able to temper that need or desire. With Sol it was a struggle. When his head bent to mimic the kiss she'd placed a hand on his hair, stroking along the damp golden locks lovingly, even if his was far less tame, much lower on her body. The pressure on her lower lip increased as Sol brushed his lips lower, eyes on her. He could see with ease as her gaze changed, heated and the way she struggled to not beg him for more. "Sol" His name was said in a husky tone, her lower lip finally released. She moved with his gentle instance, one leg, then the other lifted so he may wash every inch of her body. His demand that she start made her laugh as she poured shampoo into her hands.

Shifting, she gently pulled closer, so his forehead rested on her stomach as her fingers worked the scented shampoo into his hair. Nails gently massaged the product to his scalp, taking her time as she washed his hair. She loved this simple task, it was in a way subservient and deeply intimate between the two of them. It would take her near five minutes to fully lather the shampoo into his long hair and then another three to wash it free of suds. She followed this with conditioner, another seven minutes. When he stood at her gentle touch to his shoulder, Oriane moved behind him, carefully gathering his hair into her hands. With deft motions she braided his hair from his face and down his back in a single plait. It would stay put like that until she could tie it off. A kiss brushed his shoulder. "All done."

She leaned up and kissed him sweetly. "Go dry off, I will do my own hair quickly and then we can leave. Maman is going to be worried" She gently nudged him out of the shower, making quick work of her own tresses. Washed and conditioned, Oriane was out much quicker than it had taken to wash him. Clearly more effort applied to her love. Grabbing a fluffy towel she began to buff water off her skin. There perhaps more than collecting Bellamere on her mind. There was cooking for them both and then the promises made by Sol... Her hunger twofold. Dry, she made her way back to the living room naked. "So we will get Maman and then decide what sort of dinner to have, pasta, but what kind... and then show Maman our new house and then make dinner!" She dressed slowly, watching him as he dressed as well. "Maman.. will not be able to hear us, right?" Her cheek blushing, it was clear to what she referred to, suddenly shy all over at the thought of Bellamere hearing them as he carried out his threat.
 
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