Carpe Diem
Someone once said Burn My Dread, babe
- Joined
- Mar 5, 2019
- Location
- A Corner of Memories
Heat like he'd never felt before pervaded his every sense, invaded every pore of his body and burned him as he pressed his body against Morgana's. His body was aflame with a passion he didn't know was possible for him to muster as Morgana's sweet, sweet voice was made into nothing more than gasps and breaths for him. A man as experienced as him knew when a woman wanted him, by the way she looked at him, by the way her voice shrilled just that one tone higher, by the way she tried her best to play off her excitement. In his travels, he'd known feisty women, seduced assassins sent to him by cowardly nobles, but not once had he met a woman with the temperament like the princess'. If it had been any other woman, she would have been lying naked and helpless in his bed back at his castle, but that was why he had yet to grow bored of her. Beyond her body, he wanted to know every part of her, talk to her into the night, understand why the look in her eyes was so pitiful, even in the face of such willful aura.
At this moment, though, he wanted to know every inch of her body. He wanted to taste her. Wanted to know what made her squeal. What made her groan.
“Xeno.”
"Say my name again..." He breathed into her ear, feeling as a smooth, lean intruder pushed through the intimate proximity of the two. At the same time, he noticed the small protrusions that had found their way out of wherever Morgana hid them, begging against the woman's bashfulness that he continued, that he never stopped. He found her horns to be incredibly cute, despite how unnatural and ungodly they truly were. The implications meant nothing to Xeno as he allowed a hand to snake his way from her waist through the side of her abdomen and up her neck, gingerly touching the horn with the tip of his index at first, probing for a reaction. If, and when, she didn't resist, he stroked the proof her demonic descendance delicately, as if worried that a strong-handed treatment might cause more pain than pleasure to her. "Say it, Morgana. I want to hear you say my name..."
He sighed shallowly against her neck before pulling away just slightly to look down at the spade of her tail, the small, thin appendage worlds more honest about her feelings regarding the man. The smell of her honey had grown unbearably stronger as her tail covered itself in it, practically tempting the man into taking things to the next stage. To make her his. Yet... that was the demon side of hers talking. A side of hers that tortured her existence. Even to him, a man dulled to such weak emotions, it was apparent to him that she wasn't quite ready to accept that side of hers. Only a road where his death laid and her suffering remained lay ahead were he to take her by force now. A short life of carnal pleasure that would inevitably end with his death and with her closing her delicate, pained heart.
“You sound as though you want it to be…”
Xeno chuckled, his breath clipped and shallow, his heart beating onto her chest. Excitement, fear, desire. "Perhaps my calling you my wife isn't a sham... but a wish," Xeno's nose nuzzled into her hair, his lips kissing her earlobe before he pulled away to face her. He hissed, maybe in pain, maybe in pleasure, as her nails, turned now into claws, dug into his arms.
“You have a terrible habit of playing with fire, Beast. And I can’t promise you won’t get burned.”
"Burn me, Morgana. Kill me, destroy me..." He growled against her throat, canines nipping at her neck as the hand on her thigh slowly crawled its way inside her frame, ever so slowly teasing as it got closer and closer to her core, his nails digging into Morgana's hair and pulling her back. His lips kissed the tender flesh of her neck. "Burn this wretched existence in front of you to ashes. Kill me slowly, painfully, so that I may feel pain again. Make me hurt again, Morgana." A challenge? A plea? The words of a man who had lost his sanity, at the very least. Xeno could no longer tell if what he said was a joke, an attempt at seducing the woman, or just aimless rambling. Instead of concerning himself with such trivial manners, the man turned the woman around, pulling her hips out. A hand reached out behind him, finding some a handful of liquid soap and spreading it evenly in his palms.
He immediately began to explore her body, lathering her up with the soap. Her arms were first, running his rough, calloused palms across her own, pale forearms, her elbows, her shoulders and her collarbone. As he reached her chest, the soft mounds of her bosom that had tempted him all day long were finally within his reach. He grabbed either of the pillowy breasts in his palms, tender and wary in his touch, but eager. He squeezed the modest mounds in his palms, felt as her pink, pale nipples perked up in response to her arousal and moved on to run the soap across her stomach, the sides of her abdomen. Just as he moved his hands toward her core, he allowed them to retreat back up. "It feels pretty hot down there, doesn't it? I'm sure it's a heat unlike any you've felt before... but you can't do anything to get rid of it."
He leaned into her, placing his rod, hotter than a white-hot piece of metal, between the pillows that were her buttocks. "... I can make it go away. But only if you give your body up to me for now..."
At this moment, though, he wanted to know every inch of her body. He wanted to taste her. Wanted to know what made her squeal. What made her groan.
“Xeno.”
"Say my name again..." He breathed into her ear, feeling as a smooth, lean intruder pushed through the intimate proximity of the two. At the same time, he noticed the small protrusions that had found their way out of wherever Morgana hid them, begging against the woman's bashfulness that he continued, that he never stopped. He found her horns to be incredibly cute, despite how unnatural and ungodly they truly were. The implications meant nothing to Xeno as he allowed a hand to snake his way from her waist through the side of her abdomen and up her neck, gingerly touching the horn with the tip of his index at first, probing for a reaction. If, and when, she didn't resist, he stroked the proof her demonic descendance delicately, as if worried that a strong-handed treatment might cause more pain than pleasure to her. "Say it, Morgana. I want to hear you say my name..."
He sighed shallowly against her neck before pulling away just slightly to look down at the spade of her tail, the small, thin appendage worlds more honest about her feelings regarding the man. The smell of her honey had grown unbearably stronger as her tail covered itself in it, practically tempting the man into taking things to the next stage. To make her his. Yet... that was the demon side of hers talking. A side of hers that tortured her existence. Even to him, a man dulled to such weak emotions, it was apparent to him that she wasn't quite ready to accept that side of hers. Only a road where his death laid and her suffering remained lay ahead were he to take her by force now. A short life of carnal pleasure that would inevitably end with his death and with her closing her delicate, pained heart.
“You sound as though you want it to be…”
Xeno chuckled, his breath clipped and shallow, his heart beating onto her chest. Excitement, fear, desire. "Perhaps my calling you my wife isn't a sham... but a wish," Xeno's nose nuzzled into her hair, his lips kissing her earlobe before he pulled away to face her. He hissed, maybe in pain, maybe in pleasure, as her nails, turned now into claws, dug into his arms.
“You have a terrible habit of playing with fire, Beast. And I can’t promise you won’t get burned.”
"Burn me, Morgana. Kill me, destroy me..." He growled against her throat, canines nipping at her neck as the hand on her thigh slowly crawled its way inside her frame, ever so slowly teasing as it got closer and closer to her core, his nails digging into Morgana's hair and pulling her back. His lips kissed the tender flesh of her neck. "Burn this wretched existence in front of you to ashes. Kill me slowly, painfully, so that I may feel pain again. Make me hurt again, Morgana." A challenge? A plea? The words of a man who had lost his sanity, at the very least. Xeno could no longer tell if what he said was a joke, an attempt at seducing the woman, or just aimless rambling. Instead of concerning himself with such trivial manners, the man turned the woman around, pulling her hips out. A hand reached out behind him, finding some a handful of liquid soap and spreading it evenly in his palms.
He immediately began to explore her body, lathering her up with the soap. Her arms were first, running his rough, calloused palms across her own, pale forearms, her elbows, her shoulders and her collarbone. As he reached her chest, the soft mounds of her bosom that had tempted him all day long were finally within his reach. He grabbed either of the pillowy breasts in his palms, tender and wary in his touch, but eager. He squeezed the modest mounds in his palms, felt as her pink, pale nipples perked up in response to her arousal and moved on to run the soap across her stomach, the sides of her abdomen. Just as he moved his hands toward her core, he allowed them to retreat back up. "It feels pretty hot down there, doesn't it? I'm sure it's a heat unlike any you've felt before... but you can't do anything to get rid of it."
He leaned into her, placing his rod, hotter than a white-hot piece of metal, between the pillows that were her buttocks. "... I can make it go away. But only if you give your body up to me for now..."