Denying Fate (Anjeru and Raziel)

[Defiant.Anjeru]

The good thing about being a hunter and a Valkyrie - something the two things had in common - was that she was very flexible; so when he lifted himself from the feast between her luscious thighs, her leg still on his shoulder, it didn't phase or hurt her in the least bit. She gasped into his lips as his clothes disappeared, then cried out into his kiss as he thrust forward, filling her oh so wonderfully. Her walls clamped down on the intrusion, a hot velvet caress, as she pressed her hips back toward his own. Her other hand found his upper arm and held tight, the other in his hair teasingly tugging on the strands as she nipped at his lower lip. "You feel so good," she whimpered against his lips.

 

[Raziel99]

At her outcry, a soft cry of his own left as his eyes closed in the throes of pleasure, feeling her tight grip around him, pulsing, beckoning his movements. His hips gave little time to tease, thrusting hard, fast, deep into her. “You feel amazing.” He whispered, a low growl in his throat as he felt her nip, then broke it as he pushed against her in a rough, hot kiss, the need plain in his actions. “You are amazing.” The thought drifted from his mind and into her own, along with plans of his, many ways of taking her, tasting her, years upon years of delights ahead of them if they would just start them right now and go into eternity searching for another way, another pleasure between the two of them. And yet the worry of the war was still on his mind, as pushed back as it was, overshadowed with his love and need for her, right then and now.

 

[Defiant.Anjeru]

She could feel nearly every thought that came to him, every feeling and sensation, and it nearly made her as delirious as the pleasure did. There was something so infinitely intimate about letting a man into her body, mind, n' heart and soul, all at once; the latter was almost a tad frightening, considering how fast she had come to care for him. But she paid it no mind, not wanting to spoil the intensely satisfying and intimate moments with doubts and insecurities. Her little fangs bit into her lip as her head fell back, eyes falling shut as loud, almost lewd, moans spilled forth from her lips. Her walls clenched tight on him, like a vice, milking him with each thrust that she met with undulations of her own.

 

[Raziel99]

His mind was surprisingly focused, the hunger and need bare, in his movements, his eyes, his mind. Her moans sent shivers of pleasure through his body, and he had to slow down for a moment to make sure his knees wouldn’t give way as he felt her grip down, milking him. But only for a moment, before he moved faster, deeper in her. He kissed her, hot and needy, before his fangs grew. He teased her lip, before going to her neck, a kiss, and a second, before he bit down. A stray hand shifted down, taking her other leg, wrapping it around his hip so he was holding her up himself. He drank slowly, his hips slowing to a similar pace, rocking, caressing her deep inside, his mind relishing and sharing the pleasure he as getting, how she tasted so perfect on his tongue, the building of his release so on the edge. Intimate knowledge, what she did to him.