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Denying Fate (Anjeru and Raziel)

His voice, those noises, were an aphrodisiac all their own; how could any woman not be affected? She could feel her own arousal growing within her, but she steadily kept in check. She wanted to break him, not give into her own desires - at least not yet. She was a fool to think she had been living before he had appeared in her life; never had she felt more alive than with him, with the way he made her feel. Never had she felt desire so potent - no where near, if she ever had at all. Her lips and tongue continued to torment him, working along the length of his shaft, from tip to base, her cheeks hallowing in to create a hot suction around him as she slid her lips over him again and again. Her nails, gently, made a path down his chest, back to his hips, and then over to his thighs where she gripped them to give herself slightly move leverage.
 
She was trying to drive him over the edge, to break him. And she was good at it, but he wasn’t going to give into it. He couldn’t. He refused to lose. And even as he told himself that, his head was tilting back, letting out a long moan as he fought to push his hips up. The pleasure was excruciating, her nails leaving small trails along his chest and hips, gripping him lightly. His mind was slowly leaving him, although if anything he made sure his hands were still pinned down. It wasn’t long before his back arched slightly, hips pushing up against her hot, teasing mouth. “Ah, Alirei.” He groaned out. “You sinful little Valkyrie…”
 
She chuckled, her lips sliding free of his length with one long, lingering lap of her tongue. "You know you like it," she chuckled. She drew her tongue around his tip, sucking strongly on it for a moment before she pulled back and stood. Her eyes met his as she slowly began to strip herself of her clothes, making a show of it until every little bit of her pale, luscious flesh was visible to his gaze. She slid her tongue out, over her lips, wetting them as she peered down at him for a moment, as if contemplating what her next move was; she knew, of course, with the way her own body was burning for him. It was time to up the stakes. She sat astride his hips, arching her back and letting her head fall back as she rubbed her core against his rigid, hot erection that was all for her.
 
As she slowly moved her head off him, a soft groan left him, his length bouncing slightly from the enjoyable attention. “I do.” He whispered hotly, eyes locking onto hers as he watched her final flourish on his length before she stood up. She stripped slowly, and he could feel his length bounce in anticipation, growing even harder until it was nearly painful. She was beautiful, smart, fierce… and all his. He couldn’t believe how fate worked in his favor. Zalera licked his lips when she did, seeing her predatory eyes as she moved onto him, straddling him, feeling her hot core pressing against his length, slowly rubbing against him. A hard, hot moan left him, his head tilting back. “Tu sei il mio vero amore.” He groaned out, before trying to lean up, to take her lips in a hot kiss.
 
Alirei couldn't help but at least give him that much, leaning her head down to press her lips against his hotly; she used the momentary distraction to slide herself down and over him, her wet walls instantly clinging to his hard shaft as it pushed deep within her. She arched her back, head falling back as a long moan slipped free from her lips. Her tongue slipped out to wet them. Her nails bit into his hips as he settled within her. Once completely joined, she peered down at him with her hot gaze, licking her lips again. "Tell me what you'd like me to do," she hummed, tracing his lips with a finger. "And none of that 'whatever you want' - I want to know what you desire, what you crave, of me."
 
Zalera was more than happy that she gave into that one unspoken wish, the hot kiss going until he felt that hot grip overtake him, his head tilting back in unison with hers, a long moan leaving him. His eyes were closed for a long moment, until he as buried deep into her, her body unmoving. Slowly he lifted his head, looking into her eyes hotly, letting out a soft growl as her nails worked on his hips. That tongue went over her lips again, and the image of a hunter eyeing her prey sent a shiver down his body. Her words sent a shudder down him, and he gently nipped at her finger, before his eyes found hers again, hot and needy. “Grind on me, tease me.” He groaned out, his hips already shifting slightly to distract her a little with soft movements. “Then ride me, hard and fast, milk me for all I’m worth.”
 
She chuckled softly and nodded, a saucy little smirk over her lips. Her eyes intentionally locked with his own, she bit her lip and moved her hips back against in soft, grinding movements against his own, just enough to tease him with half shallow strokes of his erection within her. It wasn't just a tease to him, it was a tease to her as well, making the burning in her center greater with each movement, until she wasn't sure she could hold back any longer either. So next came the other half of his request, one she was more than eager to fulfill herself, for both of their pleasure now. Her head lolled back as she gripped his hips, her own lifting and falling now in a harder, faster, almost eagerly aggressive, way. Her own moans filled the room; half panting whimpers, long drawn out moans, shuddering groans - all a mix of pleasurable sounds from the way his rigid shaft caressed her, filled her, hit her, each time their hips came together.
 
She locked eyes with him, and a long, soft groan left his lips as she started her delicious tease of grinding on him. His hips moved ever so slightly in tandem with her, his eyes never leaving hers, his breathing somewhat ragged as he fought to control himself, not to break the bindings he placed on himself. It wasn’t long before she broke and started to ride him hard, fast, her every sweet sound pulling shivers and hip shifts from his own body. Hot moans and groans left him, his breathing heavier and hotter. But he refused to break his gaze with hers, head tilted up slightly and mouth slightly agape as he forced control, even as his hips met hers with every sweet, hard, hot thrust. “Sinful woman.” He was able to groan out, a sly smirk on his face for half a second before it was wiped with another moan.
 
"Deviant man," she chuckled back on a soft moan as her hips came back down on his, his length filling her and stretching her. Her amusement lasted as faintly as his once she rolled her hips in a downward grind against his, her breath quick and uneven as she gave herself - no, he gave her - unimaginable pleasure; he was just helping her channel the hunter in her into something they could share between them. She had called him deviant, but perhaps she was the real deviant, locked away behind all that hatred that seemed so silly now. "Take them off," she gasped, nodding toward the cuffs that held him in place, no longer caring about who had the power, just wanted him and wanted his arms around her, touching her. She stilled herself through sheer will, leaning down to kiss his lips, nipping his lower lip ever so faintly with her little fangs, her blood still boiling through her like lava that threatened to consume her.
 
He heard her call him the deviant, and a low but playful growl escaped him until her grind turned it into a low moan. He fought tilting his head back, keeping eye contact with her, even as his hips worked on their own, feeling her tight grip on him, the pulsing and squeezing that brought him closer and closer to release. His eyes didn’t leave hers until he heard her words, her gasping request as she buried him deep inside her and refused to move. He lifted his head to look at the bindings, taking a long minute before they were dispelled. As he felt her kiss, his fingers went into her hair, pulling her close as he kissed her deeply, gripping her hair, then sliding down to grip her shoulders, hips doing a sudden hard, deep thrust. A groan left him before he started thrusting again, fast and deep, drunk on his pleasure and love for her.
 
Alirei couldn't help the long, pleased moan that spilled from her lips into his mouth. His kiss had to be the realms greatest addiction. It made her head reel, her center pulse around his lenth, her skin tingle; she never wanted his kiss to end. Dimly aware, she felt his hands slid to her shoulders and grip; then his cock thrust suddenly and hard. She gasped, nearly keening from the way it made her feel. Her toes curled and her back arched, nails scoring across his chest as he began to thrust hard and fast within her, walls slick; hot; tight. It wasn't long before she threw her head bacl, body tightening as the coil snapped free and she bathed him in a hot release, her orgasm intense, white dancing across her vision. "Zalera!"
 
Every little movement, every little emotion coming off from her, every sound that she made, sent shivers of need through him. Her nails left little red marks on his chest, his mind not ready to heal himself as it was. His hips continued the lusting thrusts until his mind broke, a long groan leaving his lips as he came with her, hot seed filling her inside as his eyes rolled in his head. “Alirei…” He whispered as he slowly came down, his arms shifting to wrap around her, holding her to him. He was panting, but it didn’t stop the soft chuckle that left his lips. “You are a naughty tease…”
 
She'd collapsed against his body at some point, she realized vaguely as his arms wrapped around her, holding her against him, flesh to flesh. Her brow arched at his words and she couldn't help but chuckle herself, ever so slightly. Her, a tease? A naughty tease, at that? Unlikely, but after what had just happened between them, she couldn't really brook any sort of denial, at least one that would be valid. She allowed herself to bask in the afterglow, nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder where it rested; how had he come to mean so much to her in such a short amount of time? It was bizarre, and amazing, so contradictory, yet true.

"What can I say," she finally murmured, "you bring out the wild in me."
 
They laid together for a long while, breathing heavily as both tried to catch their breaths from the amazing moment they had together, his fingers slowly trailing along her back, teasing her spine. Slowly, he moved to sit up, holding her in his lap, before kissing her softly but long, not willing to break the kiss, nor their connection together. But he knew it would be inevitable for one reason. “We should get dressed and get going.” He said softly. “I’m sure there are others that would want to use the room for other reasons.” He kissed her again, a soft chuckle in his voice. “I’m sure we would be a distraction otherwise.”
 
The reminder was enough to make her flush in embarrassment. She disconnected her body and limbs from his, scooping up her clothes and shimmying back into them; just what she would have needed was one of her Valkyrie sisters walking in on her and Zalera...and what they'd been doing. Normally, she would have been training, to hone skills to fight him and others like him. So much had changed, she was almost unsure of what she was to do. Hah, she could ask Nucking Futs Nix, but she preferred not to. It wasn't like her to let her control slip in such a way, but he just seemed to affect her that way. "True, not exactly what this room is used for, really."
 
He was saddened when she got up off of him, but he knew why, and he was quick to stand on his own, his clothes appearing on him with half a thought. “No, but I’m sure we aren’t the only ones to use it like that.” He teased a smile to her before turning away, looking around them room… and then slowly walking outside, his mind watching to see if she followed. “Its sad that these moments will be so rare. A war is coming. Something unstoppable. It can only be finished.” He sighed, shaking his head, turning to her. “I really don’t want you going into battle… but there is hardly a choice on either side of the matter.”
 
His teasing comment caused another blush to tint her cheeks almost prettily. It almost made her want to scowl, but instead she shook it off with a small chuckle; he was probably right. Somehow thinking that her sisters sometimes may have had lapses of control similar to hers was a lift off her shoulders. She followed him outside, listening thoughtfully to his words. Typical guy - didn't want her fighting, but she was a warrior in blood, body, and spirit. She couldn't not fight, choice or not. She folded her hands behind her back, looking up at the darkness of the skies above them. "I'm a warrior, Zalera - a Valkyrie. Warrior-maidens born of the souls the god Freya saved upon numerous battlefields. It's in my blood." She offered him a small, understanding smile. "Not that I don't understand why you wish for me not to fight."
 
“I know you are a warrior.” He said in a sigh, turning to face her. “Just as your sisters are warriors. Just as my brothers are warriors. My kin. And yet…” He turned around again, slowly walking around the building. “I am not the great warrior my brother is. I am merely a scout, although even with that I can hold my own.” He fell silent for a long while, walking in silence. After half a lap he stopped. “I can’t lose you, for whatever reason. I don’t know if I will be on the battlefield with you. I want to. I want to be there to protect you, whether or not you think you need it.”
 
She followed, quietly listening to his words, knowing they resonated with feelings of her own. She didn't want to lose him either, she realized, and it was almost frightening when they hadn't even known each other for more than a day or two. "We'll just have to fight for all we're worth then, won't we?" She pressed her palms against his back in reassurance and comfort, the action surprising her in that she very rarely offered comfort but found that she wanted to offer it to him. Over anyone else, as it were.
 
He felt a sense of relaxation and calm cross over his troubled mind, his eyes closing as he allowed himself to relax in her grip. “I suppose we will.” He said softly, before turning around, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close, into a gentle kiss. “I will fight knowing that my love is a proud warrior at my side. We will be unstoppable.” He kissed her again before letting her go, looking around. Where to? He was sure that they were doing something before their delicious distraction, but he couldn’t remember what.
 
Alirei leaned into him as he pulled her close, pressing his lips against hers' gently. His words make her smile, with pride and at how sweet they really were. At least he didn't seem to be that type of man that believed it was the man's job to fight while the woman stayed home and toiled away with menial tasks. She chuckled as he pulled away, looking a little confused as he looked at the grounds around them. "We were taking a tour," she supplied for him, grinning. "But I think we've covered the important bits. Is there anything you would like to do?"
 
“Ah, yes, the tour.” He said that as he looked around once more, nodding his head, noting how she grinned at him, hiding a grin of his own, even as he wanted to wipe it off her face in some sort of pleasurable maneuver. “But we covered it all already? Hmm…” He turned away from her, pulling his hair back for the moment. “Well, there are a series of things I would like to do.” He sent her the mental images of being over her, pinning her down, her riding him, so many different ideas. But they were gone in a moment. “I think I would like to go on a run. It has been a while for me.”
 
She nodded, watched as he pulled back on his hair, just enjoying watching the way he moved, so fluid. "Oh?" Her head cocked to the side in curiosity, then her cheeks flushed red as the images flashed through her mind; quick, but potent, gone before she could focus too intently on them. She cleared her throat and tried to push off the red tint she knew to be in her cheeks. Those couldn't have been her thoughts, they were gone too fast. "Ah, a run. A run sounds nice," she agreed as she let her eyes slide back over to him.
 
He had kept his mind in hers for a little longer than he had kept the images, to see her reactions. He wasn’t kept waiting, seeing the instant heat in her cheeks for the moment she lost her control. Interesting… he would have to keep some images in her mind longer next time. He turned his head to give her a playful smile. She was so strong, a rock he could lean on when he lost his inner strength, and yet he enjoyed making her falter in ways she hadn’t thought of, seeing that little bit of need in her that she so desperately wanted to be rid of not long before. But before he let his mind hold those feelings for too long, he dashed away from her, to the forest, where the trees hid him so perfectly, even with his red hair. It was second nature, moving through such obstacles.
 
Her eyes watched like an expert predator as he dashed off from her, straight into the mass of trees - the forest - that surrounded the estate. He was good - no, he was more than good. She could barely catch sight of him, even with her heightened and fine-tuned senses, even with her Valkyrie senses. One would think he would stand out with that hair of his, and yet, she too could hide despite her pale illuminating flesh and her auburn orange hair. She gave him a moment before she chased after him, her own lithe body moving with fluidity through the obstacles that were the trees. She kept her senses wide open, feeling for him, listening, eyes catching the slightest of movements even in the black of night.
 
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