Moonlight filtered through the room and across the sheets, melding with the warm rays of candlelight in their otherwise frigid quarters. Her saving grace was the unholy tangling of their bared bodies, injecting a stream of lust into the air. She was high on it. The taste of eroticism on her tongue, accompanied only by his lips. Exposure never felt quite so good. The myriad of vices Rafiya offered could never compare to the arsenal within that Beast. She’d only known an inkling of the sin that transpired by a Fae bonfire. But she had a hunch it didn’t even graze the surface of what the Beast had in store for her. Her verdant gems were riveted by the sight of him nuzzled into her thigh, his bewitching mouth curled into a vile expression.
“Should I apologize, too, for having been unfaithful to you? I wouldn't mind kissing you a thousand times over if you wanted. No, make it ten thousand. A hundred thousand... A million.” He simmered small apologies, empty of regret. The lashes of her sultry gaze lowered to shade her vexing orbs. She didn’t believe him for a moment. He seemed almost satisfied with himself as he crawled over her, anything but repentant of his transgressions. “You know, I'm really sorry...”
She lurched at the white-hot presence pressing into her slit, daring her to break composure. Her brow twitched, a bead of sweat running down her temple under strands of her damp hair. It was near impossible to ignore the urge eating at her temptation, begging to have him fill her ravenous void. “I know a man of conquest when I see one.” She retorted urbanely. Morgana was undaunted by the prospects of Xeno’s past. The woman was a huntress at heart and simultaneously coveted prey. She was no stranger to the flirtatious games of courting. His words were nonetheless suggestive, falsely depicting chivalrous intent. Though his lips proved otherwise, flashing her a roguish smirk. “So go ahead, Beast. Show me what you’ve learned.”
He obliged her, dragging his tongue over her skin and leaving a glistening trail down to her core. The girl sank her fangs into her lip, summoning all resolve left in her system as she beheld his descent. The captive of her voice was wrestling free, a strangled moan wrenching through her teeth as he spread her. His fingers dug into the excess flesh of her backside, eliciting a groan from the girl as she writhed in his grip.
Endless, it was. Depraved as it rumbled in the caverns of his chest, reckoning, tearing up his throat into a beastly growl. “I swear, woman, the more I see of you, the more it makes me want you.” She could feel the fathomless desire in his words. The woman couldn’t begin to understand how deeply the roots of these emotions ran. It was unbelievable, how little she knew of his devotion. And how her understanding would start to evolve at the brush of his fingers, and the kisses he’d lay onto her flesh. Part of her was baffled by the insanity of it all. Of how the Beast worshipped her without opposition nor restraint. At least, restraint in his feeling rather than action. But he never once questioned the bond between them. He never revoked the feelings he harbored towards her. Xeno was… unconditional, in his devotion- in his ardor. The power that resonated through his being was not from entitlement, or something as simple as being a man. It stemmed from the extension of his very soul. It was a part of his soul, so bottomless, centered- and entirely made of the man she adored.
“Xeno.” She breathed his name like a prayer, knotting her fingers into his hair. Her vivid eyes fought to witness what he was doing to her, dying to know the secret that made her so delirious. Pleasure was bolting through her so thoroughly, exhaustion dangling over her tired body like death. She was losing touch with the world, tethered solely by the bond between them and the havoc it wreaked upon her physical being.
“Gods.” She plead, and she could feel tremors raking through her legs. A knot of tension had built in her belly, climbing into heights that made her vision go blank. “I can’t-” The girl verbalized her necessity, under various shrieks and moans. “I need you. Oh Gods, Xeno…! I need you.” Her cries bled from her lips and rose her hips into ecstasy. “You make me insane, and it feels so good! So, so… good.” Morgana groaned, digging her nails into his scalp. “I can’t; I don’t want to cum- …but I want to.” A squeal amassed between her fervently sealed lips, threatening to break loose as her whole body began to shake. “Yes, I want to cum. Oh, Gods. I want you to destroy me. Destroy me, fill me, consume me.” The girl uttered her last words with such desperation, surrendering to the wave Xeno wrought on her. Pleasure was her last conscious thought, a darkness blanketing her into the night.
The morning came, though her mind did not wake. Her slumber was ever peaceful as she lay comfortably among the sheets. The soft, but fine features of her face were etched into seventh heaven- never quite so beautiful as she appeared then. There was colour and warmth to her pale skin that the sunlight could not do justice. An unpronounced smile swept across plump pink lips. She only ever stirred in her lover’s absence, settling into sanctuary dreams as he returned.
“Should I apologize, too, for having been unfaithful to you? I wouldn't mind kissing you a thousand times over if you wanted. No, make it ten thousand. A hundred thousand... A million.” He simmered small apologies, empty of regret. The lashes of her sultry gaze lowered to shade her vexing orbs. She didn’t believe him for a moment. He seemed almost satisfied with himself as he crawled over her, anything but repentant of his transgressions. “You know, I'm really sorry...”
She lurched at the white-hot presence pressing into her slit, daring her to break composure. Her brow twitched, a bead of sweat running down her temple under strands of her damp hair. It was near impossible to ignore the urge eating at her temptation, begging to have him fill her ravenous void. “I know a man of conquest when I see one.” She retorted urbanely. Morgana was undaunted by the prospects of Xeno’s past. The woman was a huntress at heart and simultaneously coveted prey. She was no stranger to the flirtatious games of courting. His words were nonetheless suggestive, falsely depicting chivalrous intent. Though his lips proved otherwise, flashing her a roguish smirk. “So go ahead, Beast. Show me what you’ve learned.”
He obliged her, dragging his tongue over her skin and leaving a glistening trail down to her core. The girl sank her fangs into her lip, summoning all resolve left in her system as she beheld his descent. The captive of her voice was wrestling free, a strangled moan wrenching through her teeth as he spread her. His fingers dug into the excess flesh of her backside, eliciting a groan from the girl as she writhed in his grip.
Endless, it was. Depraved as it rumbled in the caverns of his chest, reckoning, tearing up his throat into a beastly growl. “I swear, woman, the more I see of you, the more it makes me want you.” She could feel the fathomless desire in his words. The woman couldn’t begin to understand how deeply the roots of these emotions ran. It was unbelievable, how little she knew of his devotion. And how her understanding would start to evolve at the brush of his fingers, and the kisses he’d lay onto her flesh. Part of her was baffled by the insanity of it all. Of how the Beast worshipped her without opposition nor restraint. At least, restraint in his feeling rather than action. But he never once questioned the bond between them. He never revoked the feelings he harbored towards her. Xeno was… unconditional, in his devotion- in his ardor. The power that resonated through his being was not from entitlement, or something as simple as being a man. It stemmed from the extension of his very soul. It was a part of his soul, so bottomless, centered- and entirely made of the man she adored.
“Xeno.” She breathed his name like a prayer, knotting her fingers into his hair. Her vivid eyes fought to witness what he was doing to her, dying to know the secret that made her so delirious. Pleasure was bolting through her so thoroughly, exhaustion dangling over her tired body like death. She was losing touch with the world, tethered solely by the bond between them and the havoc it wreaked upon her physical being.
“Gods.” She plead, and she could feel tremors raking through her legs. A knot of tension had built in her belly, climbing into heights that made her vision go blank. “I can’t-” The girl verbalized her necessity, under various shrieks and moans. “I need you. Oh Gods, Xeno…! I need you.” Her cries bled from her lips and rose her hips into ecstasy. “You make me insane, and it feels so good! So, so… good.” Morgana groaned, digging her nails into his scalp. “I can’t; I don’t want to cum- …but I want to.” A squeal amassed between her fervently sealed lips, threatening to break loose as her whole body began to shake. “Yes, I want to cum. Oh, Gods. I want you to destroy me. Destroy me, fill me, consume me.” The girl uttered her last words with such desperation, surrendering to the wave Xeno wrought on her. Pleasure was her last conscious thought, a darkness blanketing her into the night.
The morning came, though her mind did not wake. Her slumber was ever peaceful as she lay comfortably among the sheets. The soft, but fine features of her face were etched into seventh heaven- never quite so beautiful as she appeared then. There was colour and warmth to her pale skin that the sunlight could not do justice. An unpronounced smile swept across plump pink lips. She only ever stirred in her lover’s absence, settling into sanctuary dreams as he returned.