Starlit Night (Mizzet&Wing)

[Wingshadow]

Gima nestled herself comfortably within his arms, savoring the sweet sensation of his warm body pressed up against hers. She did not seem to be making a conscious effort to intensify the intimacy of the embrace. Instead, she merely kissed his shoulder, wings slowly moving closer together then apart again. She could feel the need within her small body grow... How long had she harbored such feelings toward him? Her mind was a muddled cloud of confusion at the time, unable to determine past from present emotions.

"I want to go with you... Wherever you go," Gima whispered softly in her own language, scooting herself forward in his lap ever so slightly until her hips were pressed up flush against him, her legs pushing assisting as her arms clung to him affectionately, "Can you feel my heart? Its beating quickly in my chest because of you." She could hear the sound of her heartbeat ringing in her ears, the flush of her cheeks full and apparent due to the paleness of her skin.

"I missed you last night... Couldn't you sleep in here with me from time to time?" the fairy peered up at him with a hopeful glance, unaware of the complications associated with such a request. To her, it was merely an expression of her desire to never be apart from him, as he was constantly on her mind since the day before to such a degree that it was practically a newfound obsession.

 

[Mizzet]

Aren was not sure what to say. The mind numbing affects of her scent was really taking it's toll on him, and he was no longer feeling cautious about being with her. He did not even think about if they where being watched or not. He breathed softly, slowly, his body trying to counteract the effects, as he seemed to realize it unconsciously. But he couldn;t his heart still beat wildly even as he tried to slow his breathing.

"I would like you to stay with me," he admited softly to her in her tongue. He could not speak english even if he wanted, the languag was lost to him at the moment, and his fairy dialect was, almost fluid and perfect save for the rougher sounds he made as he panted slightly. Her hips nestled into him, oh how he wanted to tease her. To play with her and make her once more cry out in pleasure. "Yes I can...can you feel mine?" he asked her.

He was like a teenager, wanting to impress his lover. Though he knew they could be caught, he wanted her to scream his name to the heavens. "I could...but....it might be....unwise too..." he stated softly. "The others, might take it...as....inapprpriate, and try things," he managed before he softly kissed her lips. The taste of the berries she'd eaten still lingered on her lips.

 

[Wingshadow]

"Yes... I can hear it and feel it," Gima smiled, her hands gently sliding up his back then down again, the warmth of the embrace causing her desire for him to continue to build with each passing moment. She didn't know what he meant by the others, or what he meant by inappropriate, or even the ambiguous 'try things' of which he spoke. In her understanding, mating was never a shameful act and once a female had mated with a male it was an understood rule that no other male attempt to mate with her until she had conceived and given birth. Afterward, of course, she was once again fair game, but Gima's connection with Aren was something a bit different than the connection most male and female fairies shared. Gima did not see him simply as a mate, rather he was a companion, a friend, and a confidant that she never had before. Hearing him confirm that he wished for her to stay with him only deepened the love and affection she held in her heart.

When he kissed her, she kissed him back, throwing her entire weight up toward him as her tongue brushed across his and aggressively slid about, prodding and exploring every corner of his mouth. A fresh release of pheromones filled the air as they remained locked in each other's embrace. She breathed through her nose, unwilling to back away from him for even a moment as he gave her such sweet pleasure from the kiss alone. Her hips were already starting to grind against him, however, indicating that her bodily desires were winning over her rational thought.

 

[Mizzet]

He kissed her more, his thoughts melting away, and replaced with the dire need to once more take her as he did before. He felt her grinding against him and he knew the feeling was shared by her. "Gima do you want to?" he asked her. He felt he did not need to ask it all, she knew what he desired. If the message was not clear though, he caressed her round backside, cupping i in his hands. His finger moved down, rubbing her from behind, he could feel her nector once more beginning to drip.

His member was swelling once again, he wished to mate her, to have her scream once more in bliss. He wanted her to beg for more and drown in there love and lust. He never thought like this, even with his ex wife he never felt so lustful, and loved. He slipped his finger gingerly into her dampening folds, hoping his advance would be appreciated.