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Moon Slave...[In More Than One Way]

His movements were slow, lazy, as the bars unwound from his wrists and his arms went around her, holding her to him. He made it look like it was on purpose, but the truth was that he was barely able to move, he was so wiped out from their physical adventures. He kissed her forehead lightly as his hand moved up her back, moving to brush the hair from her face.

"Don't worry, I can carry you, love." He whispered, gently nipping at her ear. His mind went through what she had thought during their play, and he whispered softly. "If you don't like using your mouth on me, love, you don't have to. I had a bad experience once, so i don't mind."
 
She knew he was just as sore and tired as she was, perhaps more so because of the restraints. But still he moved to touch her and hold her close, which she gave into without resistance. She growled low in her throat, pleased when his hand moved up her back slowly until he reached her face. It was pleasant whenever he touched her, and she felt the lightest spark of arousal, but she was much too tired to even think about another round, much less move to perform it. She breathed softly, her chest pressed against his as she watched him without that hungry, predatory look, looking more like a lazy, satisfied cat. She sighed in content when he nipped her and she closed her eyes a moment as he spoke. She shrugged lightly and then looked at him.

"I do not mind it with you. The sounds you make are encouraging and make me want to do it, not because I feel obligated, but because I know it gives you pleasure."

She smiled lightly as she kissed him gently, softly, so unlike their previous kisses. The press of her lips against his own was filled with worship and adoration. She soon rubbed her cheek against his before moving to his other one, extremely affectionate, much like wolves were known for. She made a lightly content sound in her throat before she relaxed against his body, nose firmly pressed against the nape of his neck. Her eyes closed in exhaustion. She was thankful that she had at least two hours before she had to prepare for the council. She needed the rest as much as he did.​
 
His breathing was slowing from the deep pant that it was doing before. His body moved ever-so-slightly against her, little caresses and nuzzling that made him smolder with the affection. Hearing her words, he shook his head slightly and kissed her lightly.

"Me and some friends were making bets and dares with each other when someone was dared to do that. She finished it with nearly biting mine off. It took a week to fully heal." he cringed slightly from the memory of it. Her kiss pulled a similar response from him, a soft but deep kiss of adoration for her. His cheeks nuzzled back against hers before laying back against the bed, sighing in content.
 
She felt a shiver move up her spine when he moved, but soon relaxed into the light caresses, nuzzling, and cuddles that were exchanged between them. The movements heated her skin, but it was a slow burn that she didn't ignore, but didn't have to worry about it consuming her any time soon. She tilted her head after his kiss, wondering what the head shake was about until he started to speak. She hissed through her teeth at the phantom pain she felt in her groin, almost reaching down to make sure it was intact. It just sounded so painful. And him cringing from the memory proved that it had been. When he laid back, she laid right down with him, his skin cooling and soothing beneath her.

"What a wretched creature that woman sounds like. Biting isn't for such sensitive places.."

She grinned against his skin as she placed a few kisses to his chest, but that was all. She couldn't possibly go another round so soon. And she was too comfortable to even think about it.​
 
He couldn't help but smile at her words, his hand coming up to run through her hair. "I have heard people that like light biting, but I have to agree, there is no place for biting something like that like a steak." His lips gently placed over her forehead, feeling her warmth.

He was still hard, buried deep inside her. he was still heated like magma, but for her he tried to keep himself cooled down.
 
Amaris leaned into his touch as he threaded his fingers through her hair. She smiled at his words, snickering lightly before he placed a kiss to her forehead. She could feel his desire, almost a tangible thing and it caused her to blink a bit before she smiled down at him as she moved her hips very lightly, biting her lip from the gentle wave of pleasure. Winking at him with mischief in her eyes which were bleeding towards that lusty silver, she purred.

"What would you like to do to me, Alex? We still have some time..."

She was tired but strangely not sore in the least. She pressed her lips to his as her nipples brushed his chest, pearled and hard from the pleasure beginning to burn a little hotter in her body.​
 
Her own passion and need beat at him, mixing with his own until he didn't know where he ended and she began. His lips kissed her back just as passionate, holding her close to him, his tongue flicking along her lips to tease. But soon he broke the kiss, looking into her eyes. His own had the edge that showed his passion and need, but he kept himself firm.

"Just to hold you right now, love. You need your rest before the meeting. If we go again, you won't be able to walk. When we get back, I'll give you the most passionate night you have ever had, though." He gently kissed her before adding. "I could use with a small snack, though..." his smile was devilish.
 
She sighed against his lips, feeling his tongue teasing her until he broke the kiss and looked at her. She could tell he was needy and hungry, but his words made her nod and simply concede to him. She grinned though at the not being able to walk part, and she was almost willing to make him change his mind about not going again. She kissed him back just as gently, though heated. She listened to his words and noted his smile, grinning back at him. She feigned innocence and shock as she moved back. a little bit.

"Alexander! Why I would never conceive such a notion would come from you.."

She smiled lightly, a faint blush painting her cheeks prettily. ​
 
(first thing, happy 300 for your next post)

He smiled, slowly sitting up as she moved up, his arms pulling her back to him and he found her lips in a very passionate kiss. He gently nipped before flicking his tongue against her lips, gently opening them and dancing around her tongue.

You want it too. His mind stroked gently over hers, and soon he broke the kiss, kissing down to her pulse, at the very edge of the mark. He gently nipped to make it hotter before biting down, feeling her blood pool in his mouth and letting out a soft moan.
 
[Whoa. Haha, thank you very much.]

Of course, there was no resistance against him. She was easily pulled back to him as their lips collided again in gentle but passionate surrender. She opened up to him and their tongues danced together, her body shivering in the slightest when his mind caressed her own. She licked her lips when he broke the kiss. She leaned her head back to expose more of her throat, hissing in pleasure at even the briefest touch he placed to her mark. The nipping got her blood boiling before he bit down enough to break the skin, causing her to moan loudly and twine her fingers in his hair to keep him there.​
 
He drank for a long moment, enjoying her amazing taste, rolling her blood over his tongue and drinking it before sucking more into his mouth. He sealed it after a bit, careful not to take too much, and he rolled the last few drops around his mouth, enjoying her amazing flavor. He found her lips and kissed her deeply, letting a few drops of her blood enter her mouth, so she could taste how amazing she felt on her own, sharing the flavor with her mentally. But soon, he broke the kiss, and tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck to her. "You look a little hungry yourself..."
 
She sighed as soon as he stopped, but her lips were soon made busy with his own, his tongue making its way into her mouth. She tasted her own blood, tasting it through how he tasted it and how the flavor hit her own tongue. It was rather mind-boggling, not knowing how much Alex had been enjoying her taste. She let him feel her approval, slightly turned on by the taste of her own blood, but even more so by the thought of tasting his. Amaris watched him exposed his throat, and she felt a shudder rip down her spine before she bent her head to lick and kiss the mark, making sure to send flares of pleasure into his body. Soon, her mouth opened and bit down on his flesh, his blood pooling into her mouth, causing her to moan.​
 
He felt her lips move to the mark, kissing and nipping, sending a shock down his spine to his still hard member, which was still buried deep inside her, and making it bob slightly, pressing against her walls a bit. Every little kiss and nip sent small little shocks that made the same thing happen. But the bite that broke his skin made him moan out, the shock larger, coursing through him, sheer force of will stopping his back from arching. But his piece got harder, bigger, pulsing inside her, feeling her tight grip getting a little tighter from it.
 
She felt his shaft moving inside her with each nip until she finally bit down through the skin. He was trying to restrain himself and she moved her hips slightly to get him to move. Ravishing would be had later, but if he needed more to take the edge off, she was willing. Always willing. She swallowed down his blood and then sealed the wound with her lips and tongue before she moved her lips to his ear, whispering heatedly.

"I'm yours....just make sure I can walk after.."

She pulled back to wink at him, cheeks flushed. She wasn't going to force him, but the need and hungry etched into every taut line of his body was more than enough to tell her he needed more.​
 
He blushed slightly when he heard her words, but he kissed her passionately, doing a few grinds before slowly pulling himself out with a moan. "I can wait, love. And You will have a hell of a time when we get back."
 
She always enjoyed making him blush, and kissed him back, sighing and groaning a bit when he removed himself from her core. She missed him there already, but they had things to do tonight. She smirked at him and kissed the edges of his lips before kissing his forehead as she extracted herself from the bed. She was a little wobbly on her feet a moment before her body healed itself up and she stood properly. She let out a sigh as she moved to her closet and flung open the doors, focusing on skirts and dresses. What to wear, what to wear...​
 
He watched her stand up, wobbling slightly but getting a hold of herself. His eyes watched the curves of her body as she moved across the room, her long hair and curve of her ass beckoning to him. He got up slowly, silently, and moved over to her, his arms going around her and pulling her against him. He turned her head gently and kissed her passionately, hands resting on her hips. His body was pressed firmly against hers. "If it was up to me, love." he whispered. "we would stay naked in this room forever."
 
She squeaked lightly when he got his hands on her and she laughed a bit before she as silenced with a kiss, her body flush against his. She pressed her hands over his as she listened to his words, eyes closed. Her lips curved into a wicked grin as she chuckled and turned in his embrace, arms wrapping about his shoulders. She looked up at him and smiled as she kissed his cheek.

"But love...there are so many other exciting places to be naked."

She nipped his ear lobe as she smiled even more, love all over her face. She could have stood there in his arms all day and night, for eternity. But, duty called. Though, she had an idea about her attire and what he could wear if he chose to wear some old clothes that had belonged to her father. He was about his height and build, so perhaps they would fit him. She took one of his hands and threaded in her own as she tugged him along to the side of her closet, feeling for the difference in the wood. She found it and a door suddenly creaked open, revealing a dark, dusty corridor.

"I want to show you something."

She smiled at him.​
 
He smiled brightly as she turned around and offered her advice. he could think of a few good places, but he kept them to himself. He kissed her passionately until she led him into the closet, looking for something. She eventually opened a hidden door, and he moved to look down it, but he couldn't see too far. "What do you want to show me?" He asked softly.
 
"You'll see.."

She said with a wink as she led him into the hidden passageway. It wasn't a long walk, and the light from outside was just enough to penetrate the dark so they could see. Soon she pushed open another door, which seemed stuck at first, but then it opened with a sigh. The room was dark, but seemed as though frozen in time. The items in the room were at least a few centuries old, the youngest piece being a century old. It was masculine with its touches of femininity. But it wasn't dusty and yet the room seemed undisturbed. It was set it contrast: dark and light shades, obviously a couple's room. There was a painting above the mantel of a four-year old her with her father and her strikingly beautiful mother.

"This was my parents room. And they always had contrasting attire. I thought it was silly when I was little, but so romantic. I don't really remember my mother, but when I come in this room, it's like she's here with my father."

She looked at him with a smile, no tears in her eyes, no sadness on her face, just a twinge of yearning that would never be shaken by time. There were trunks set at the base of the bed and she went to one of the large, older ones. She flipped open the locks and was greeted by black and silver clothing. She aired out several dresses and male outfits and laid them out on the bed. She couldn't decide between a silver dress with black lacing up the front and a top-dress combo. It was meant to allure while showing off power. It was a top made of white-gold, the cups of the top forming crescent moons while the skirt was basically a strip of cloth that encircled her waist with two long flowing triangles. Much like Egyptian Queens wore. It had a matching male counterpart, that had a choker, arm bands, and a similar skirt style pair of pants, but thicker and obviously more masculine. She held up the top and skirt to her nude body for Alex's approval.

"What do you think? It was designed to show power, and was made to allow free movement, too."

She grinned. If they were going to fight, might as well knock their socks off first.​
 
He followed her down the dark corridor to a room which made him freeze in awe. It was like time stood still in here, and he was afraid that moving would break the spell. But after a moment he followed her, sharing her memories, finding himself more and more in awe with his love. He watched her pick out a outfit and hold it up to him, and he nodded, smiling. "You will make that outfit look beautiful. It will surely stun the council."

He looked around for something that would match somewhat, showing off it's own power and amplifying his own. Soon, he found it, and clothes appeared on his body, dark clothes that were rather form fitting, but expanded on him a little. "What about this?"
 
She smiled as she put down her outfit, moving to encircle him and touch him, checking out the attire. It fit him, but was slightly bigger than his normal clothes. She liked it though. It was very alluring in its own right. She touched his chest until her thumbs stroked over his pulse points as she leaned up to kiss him. It was sweet and filled with love. Soon, she pulled away to and slipped on the top that conformed to her chest, shielding her breasts just enough as she tied off the ties that went around her neck. It was backless other than that. She slipped on the skirt, and it slung low on her hips, showing off her legs and thighs. She dug around in the trunk a moment, wondering where it had gone and then turned to the vanity dresser. She searched the jewelry box and came upon the choker that matched her outfit. It was a black and silver lace choker with a thick crescent pendent. She slipped it on along with a white-gold spiral arm band.

She paused a moment in her seemingly frantic movements. She moved to a smaller trunk with care, as if afraid to touch it. The skirt pooled to the floor between her legs as she knelt before the trunk. She had never touched this one but knew what was in it. Her mother's precious wedding attire and the shoes that matched it and her current outfit. She opened it up and was greeted with white, gold, and silver cloth and thread. She lightly touched the dress before she touched the shoes, sandal style shoes that were heeled. She pulled them out and then closed the trunk. Slipping the shoes on her feet, they were slightly big on her feet, a few adjustments with the straps and they fit much better. Turning to Alex, she twirled once.

"What do you think?"​
 
When she had kissed him, he returned the kiss, hungrily and needily. her new attire fit her well, waking up another roaring need in him. But he kept himself under control. Now it was business. He watched her put on a choker, then move to another chest and put on sandal high heels. He saw her spin around and ask what he thought, and he moved close to her, pulling her close to him and kissing her deeply.

"I wouldn't let you out around others in this if it wasn't to stun and throw off the council." He said in a husky whisper, bouncing his eyebrows so she got the intent of his words.
 
She kissed him back just as deeply and passionately, enjoying the feel of his arms about her and how their bodies touched. She listened to his words as he broke the kiss, noting the wiggle of his eye brows and she burst out into laughter before she calmed and kissed him gently.

"This is for you as much for the council. You can have fun taking it off later, they cannot."

She winked.​
 
He smiled as he heard her words, picking her up easily and slowly carrying her out of the time-locked room, back to her own room. "I will enjoy that immensely, love." He whispered to her, before kissing her deeply, the door to the dark corridor closing behind them. He gently moved her to be standing by the door, before pushing her back and kissing her deeper, holding her against the wall with his hands on her hips. But he had to break it quickly, because there was a question on his mind.

"So when will we be getting married?"
 
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