Consumed by Fire (DigitalSiren x Vekraihr)

[Bunny]

The admission that it was in Sol's nature didn't come as a shock to Orii, nor was the fact that for her, his attention was limitless and focused. The feelings that surrounded the statement made her smile, fangs flashing, "I would be annoyed, but I can't seem to hold that feeling." All it would mean for them was she'd need to try harder if she wished to surprise him. It made the prospect of surprising him a challenge, one that Oriane was more than up for. His smile made her feel warm through and through and for a moment, Oriane felt the full weight of what being together meant. Sol was her shelter in any storm. She wasn't alone. She'd not be alone with Bella either, but it was different with Sol. She couldn't place her finger on it exactly. Bellamere had been like a mother to her, looking out for her. That alone was different, but Oriane had felt protective of the older woman. She was protective of Sol, but again it held a different weight. The realization came to her almost without warning. While she could be mostly who she was with Bellamere, there were limitations, things she kept away from her. With Sol, there was nothing like that; she could be who she truly was, not worry about accidentally hurting him with her heat and to let that side of her free that she'd never had a chance to know, the one he drew from her with ease.

His mouth claimed hers and Oriane melted into the kiss, her heat rising. One of the things Sol brought out in her in spades was that heat, she didn't need to regulate, she could set the world on fire with him and he'd come through no worse for wear. Another thing was a neediness she'd never once experienced. It was more than something carnal, it was a need for him, in all aspects of her life. He caught her, Oriane had known he would as she jumped up into his arms, one strong arm curling beneath her backside as her legs wrapped around him. His lips brushed her own as he commented on her being dessert and she smiled, the tip of her tongue flicking out teasingly along his lower lip. Sol also drew out the carnal, wanton firebird who had slumbered before meeting him. As she teased her mate, fingers curled in his solar mote, with fantasies she hoped he made reality at the very first opportunity, Oriane felt the heat spike between them and as his own clothing gave into their passions, catching fire. Laughing as their kiss broke, his manhood pressed firmly against her. Panting she gave a small growl, nipping at him.

Her question was answered with one of his own and her smile was slow, "I couldn't think of a single reason," there was a mischievous tone in her voice, "Assuming you never wanted to leave the bedroom again." Her mouth had trailed along his skin, but as always it was his reactions to her that gave her the most delight. Her tongue traced her bite marks that lingered in his skin. Oriane desired more, to bite harder, but there was still something holding her back. Fear, perhaps. She didn't want to hurt him and while Oriane didn't think Sol was fragile in the least, it was likely the culprit. However, she learned the provoking his possessive side was delightful. From the warning growl at her parading around naked in front of others, to the nip that made her mouth go dry and then finally the warning. Sol's little firebird squirmed in his arms, a whimper leaving her. There was absolutely no doubt that whimper was anything but desire. What came next did not help, his mouth closed along her neck and that was enough to make Orii moan. However, when his teeth joined in, the small flash of pain drew a cry from her mouth and her hands found his hair, curling in the platinum locks tightly. She could feel them move, knew their destination, "Yes," her voice was hoarse and her fingers curled tighter.

The tender kiss made her eyes close, and she could feel the skin where his mouth and teeth had just been, feel her heartbeat in the mark, its rapid pace. What she'd expected was to be tossed onto the bed, to find his body covering hers. What happened made her gasp. Lifted, his mouth trailed along her body, flicks of his tongue leaving a wet trail down her front. Could she have predicted what he'd do next? Perhaps. His head was suddenly between her thighs and his tongue pressing against her slit. Her moan was low, ragged and her eyes closed. His grip tightened and Oriane was unsure if she could wiggle free even if she wanted to. As he slowly devoured his dessert, her heat spiked again, her carmine locks floating slowly upwards, their combined light dancing along the darkened walls of their bedroom. Her grip hadn't softened in his hair, now, more than ever it was grounding her to this world, to him. The sweet sounds of her pleasure slipping from her without restraint. Had her mind been able to focus, she might have been truly happy that Bellamere was on the other side of the home.. Unable to wiggle free, Oriane offered herself up to him, gently grinding against his face.

 

[Vekraihr]

There wasn’t much that could stop the smile that spread over Sol’s face at her mischievous words; talk of never leaving their bedroom and the image of them spending hours together in ecstatic bliss was more than enough to stoke the passion burning within him. Truly, she knew how to coax him and lead him on until his thoughts brought nothing but images of claiming her again and again. As she bit down on him, he felt the hesitation to bite harder and he wondered if she feared for his safety or if she had different reasons for it. Next time, he’d encourage her to let loose. There was something primal within her that she wasn’t quite releasing— perhaps out of inexperience or caution— but he wanted her to let it loose. All in due time he reminded himself, thinking on how she was merely beginning on her adventure to discovering herself. Certainly, he wished for her to find herself to express it but he didn’t want to push or rush her to the point of discomfort; rather, he desired to bring her to the edge of where excitement and apprehension intermingle with each other.

Those sweet noises she made, if only they could sustain his body so that he might never need to distract himself from her again. Sol begrudged the frailty of flesh and its constraints which bound them to certain obligations and, yet, found himself grateful for the pleasures of their mortal wrappings; for the peculiarly devoted gesture in offering up the remainder of something preciously finite to another. As he marked her again and released, his molten aureal orbs sought the essence of her so that he might devour that also. His fingers welcomed by her soft, supple flesh as he took a firmer hold and he felt the way she anticipated him in that delightful little tremble of overstimulated nerves. Then, as his hot breath met the humid air between her legs it took more than a little self-control to keep himself from devouring her like a ravening beast. The line was thin and wearing thinner as his tongue drew her lips apart and dove into her sex, burrowing within her love canal as her hips pushed in waves against his face.

He growled, sending rippling vibrations through his tongue and lips as he teased his way around her insides, stirring her within with his powerful and surprisingly lengthy muscle. His golden hues burned upwards, cast towards her face so that he might more completely absorb the way she enjoyed him. Her crimson waves floating around her head and framing her lovely face as an angel’s halo might, Sol could understand the legend behind her species and why they were perceived as divine. Had Oriane been on Earth during the earliest years of human exploration and colonization, he had no doubt that entire armies and navies would be pitted against each other for merely the opportunity to speak with her. This beautiful, elegant being was his and his alone and his tongue flourished within her walls before withdrawing suddenly as Sol’s grip shifted as he suddenly and fiercely threw her onto the bed. As her body bounced upwards from the recoil of the soft bed springing back to meet her, he leapt overtop her and licked his lips while he stared wildly at her.

“I think we’ve waited long enough, haven’t we?” he growled dominantly as his glowing aura brightened and one of his hands left the mattress to seek the rod of throbbing flesh that pressed so urgently against her lower stomach. His hard body was inches away from hers, heat roiling from both as he grabbed hold of his manhood and pushed himself downwards, poising himself to reclaim what was rightfully his. His tip passed over her waistline and then brushed against her clit as he began to spread her further to receive him. Now that he’d experienced her fully, he found himself nearly incapable of containing the outrageous desire he held for her. How he yearned for the two of them to join and experience each other in ways only they could. Never before had the platinum-haired man felt such an insurmountable level of feeling invoked by another. No one had ever given him as much to need as she had.

He caught against her entrance, the first half-inch popping inside from the pressure before he buried himself to the hilt within her with a loud clap of their flesh and a pleased, animalistic moan of delight left him. With his hand parted, he grabbed hold of her hip and securely grasped her as if to bring her ever closer. His body lowered as he sank into her, eliminating the gaps between them as he kissed her with feverish intensity. Simultaneously, he drew back from her quickly until the crown of his head met with the tightening ring of her entrance before he crashed back down into her and, without missing a beat, began a fluid, needful pace. His lips fastened against hers fervidly as his tongue pierced her mouth to wrestle with hers. His heartbeat, rapid and climbing, could be felt through his thick cock’s rhythmic pulses inside her as he made it a point to show her exactly how much he’d been holding back. Each time their lips parted so that one or the other could draw a breath or cry out their pleasure to echo through the room, Sol would toke on her lip and nibble at her in rapacious ways.

 

[Bunny]

A raving beast wouldn't have been unwelcome, for Sol was right when he pondered about the wildness trapped within her. Perhaps it was just Oriane, perhaps it was what she was. Fire was wild, fickle and she was pure fire made flesh. Slowly Sol was kindling that wildness that lived just beneath her skin, setting her free in ways she had never thought possible. The growl that slipped from her made her quake, the vibrations seeming to hone into that sweet aching need that was being created by his tongue. Oriane's head fell backwards, her hair streaming past her face as she tried to not come apart at the seams. Oriane might have been unwilling to share her mate, but she couldn't help but be thankful for the experience he'd picked up along his way to her. Panting softly, she released his hair, trusting him to keep her upright, her hands slowly exploring her own body, finding pleasure in the combined touches. Her hands cupped her breasts, fingers finding her nipples, as she discovered herself and the pleasure that she could bring.

A whimper left Orii, a sound that could only be described as outrage as Sol's tongue withdrew from her, leaving her aching in its wake. His grip shifted and she let out a cry as he tossed her onto the bed, laughing as she hit the soft mattress, his body coving hers before she could bounce a second time. Her eyes had turned molten gold as they met his own smoldering gaze, the hunger that was etched into his face made Oriane swallow, nodding, wordlessly at his question as he robbed her at least for the moment of her voice. Orii knew what was coming, her body knew and even had he not eased the way, she'd have been more than ready for her mate, his pull on her body complete. Her head rose from the mattress, nipping at his jaw as he aligned himself. When the tip of him brushed her clit she gasped and growled, a low demand. She needed him, this went past wanting at this point, "Sol," His name slipped from her in a moan, a plea, desperate, needy. While he'd never had someone draw this side of him out with such ease, Oriane knew no other would ever be able to satisfy her like he could. No other could bring her trembling before him like Sol could.

Her lips parted as the first half inch slipped inside of her, growling, she lifted her hips as he drove into her, the clap of their bodies coming together drowned out by her cry of pleasure, her eyes closed tightly, her arms sliding along his chest, nails leaving red marks in their wake. His mouth found hers and Oriane kissed him as if she were a drowning woman, and he alone could provide the air she so desperately needed. There was a difference this time, she could feel it, the way he took her. She responded in kind, her hips rising to meat his each time he thrust back into her. Arms had slipped around his neck at some point, her nails raking along his back, unable to restrain herself, even had she wanted too. Here, in this moment, she was unable to hold back that wildness, her reservations melting away. His back would bear the lingering marks of the day and now night.

Oriane's heart raced, her breathing hitching as they came together like a tempest. Wild with their needs and desires, their temperatures spiking. How many could stand up to her rising heat, let alone match her? It was as if their heat were two beasts, neither willing to be outdone, dancing and spurring the other to burn hotter. If nothing else, they were going to put their fire resistant home to the test. Their combined cries of pleasure, intermingling between the sound of their bodies coming together, the slick sound echoing around them. Oriane whimpered and pulled from him, shifting, the desire almost overwhelming, that beast inside her demanding the change. She didn't know what made her twist under him, rising on all fours. The change didn't mean she stopped meeting him, but this satisfied something primal in her, something that willingly submitted to Sol, her mate. Something that needed his claiming of her. With each thrust her body jerked and her moans slowly grew, the closer and closer she got, panting.

 

[Vekraihr]

There was a deep satisfaction in the way that Oriane responded to him which whet Sol’s appetite for more of her. Hungering hues of gold met hers, smoldering and bright as soft lights danced across the surface of their bodies and the room from the bioluminescent jellies which lazily drifted just outside their window. His name sounded so sweet upon her lips, honeyed in her rapture and sending a shiver through his spine. “Oriane,” his response was a rumble of desire, his voice low and fierce as the hunter within rose to the surface. As she rose to meet his thrust, Sol moaned with delight at the warm welcome he received. As her nails raked along his chest, he pushed towards her firmly to the brink of his skin tearing from the pressure. Marks on the front to match the back, Sol took pride in every single line she placed on him and the gentle sting that reminded him of their presence.

Passion and lust, tempestuous emotions of which these two burned for the other with, flared further as the two entwined themselves further together. Arching his back towards her nails, Sol groaned as he bit down on her lower lip and tugged before suckling the newly tender flesh. His one hand gripped her hip firmly, nails leaving half-moon welts on her as he held fast as the other hand, which bore his weight, wrinkled the sheets below as he continued to drive into her as if a man possessed. Their climbing heat ensured the sweat that would have been accumulating on his flesh began to steam the instant it left his pores, combining with the subtle glow of his coronal aura to create tendrils of light that rippled outwards away from him. Nothing mattered more to him than their present and immediate surroundings; to him, everything else need not exist for the time being.

As she shifted beneath him, Sol almost growled with agitation at the interference with their carnal act. That was until he felt her shift towards her hands and knees to prostrate herself before him. “Good girl,” he praised her as he looked down towards her and ran his fingers along the supple skin of her lower back as he appreciated the way she looked beneath him in this posture. It didn’t take long for him to find a rhythm again, plunging his twitching manhood into her relentlessly as the new position gave him more power and liberty of movement. His hips shifted in position with each stroke, hitting different spots in a primal dance of amorous lust. His eyes closed for a moment and he listened to their noises: her growing pleasure, the joining of flesh, and their breathing. Something within him was satisfied by this and he slowly opened his lids as one of his hands slid up her back, tracing the curve of her spine before burying into her carmine locks. His other hand made busy by grabbing hold of her voluptuous waist and he held her petite figure a little steadier.

Grabbing a large handful, Sol steadily began to pull backward on her hair as he leaned forward over her, changing his pitch within her once again. His lips parted next to her ear and he drew in a heavy breath before he spoke, voiced mixture of a moan and a rumble, “You, all of you, belongs to me…” There was a slight tremble in his body, a signal that his own crescendo was approaching, as he pulled her head a little further back and planted his lips beneath her ear. At first, a kiss but his teeth soon found her and he bit down firmly as his voice vibrated into her skin. All the while, he continued his assault on her as his hips maintained a consistent, pleasurable pace as he mounted his mate. Sol loved how Orii’s nature seemed to complement his own; the supplicant to his masterhood, demure to his boldness, and yet growing in her own desires and voice. He pulled on the skin beneath his teeth, painted it with his tongue before letting it fall so that he might place more kisses along the length of her slender neck. His orgasm seemed tied to hers, as his wouldn’t arrive until the moment after hers began to wrack her body and he sank fully into her once again as he called her name out to the distant heavens in a howl of pleasure, “Oriane!” His hips were pressed against her ass as he gyrated into her, riding their waves of bliss as one hand continued to hold tight to her waist.