District 7 (Rave & darkangel76)

[Rave]

The moments he had her pressed into his chest were the warmest, safest, best, and happiest he'd ever felt in over two decades. When he held her, he forgot who her father was and he forgot where she came from. He forgot all his hardships and he forgot all the death and suffering he had to witness. All there was, was her arms and and her warmth. All there was, was the gentle softness of her skin as his tears fell against her neck, his eyes buried into her until she began to speak. He held her tighter than he'd held anything before, his breath fell upon her neck, his body ached for her own so much that when she parted just lightly to look up at him, his grip firmed around her and tightened in instinctive fear that she was letting go.

She told him to keep his eyes locked onto hers, and his head barely managed to pull back enough so he could see. They were...more captivating than before, bluer than all the skies and the seas and no matter how hard he looked, he never saw a thread of mistrust, doubt, nor lies. Her eyes were both honest and seductive, in a way that just constantly kept him staring at her, wanting more of her embrace, more of her touch.

"Don't ever leave me...then...I've been alone for too long. I can't stand it anymore, I can't stand...being so afraid all the time. I need you...please I need you, I can't...I can't..."

He couldn't seem to finish his last few words, perhaps because he hasn't spoken to anyone in years, perhaps there was no words for what he felt, or perhaps he was so overwhelmed with feeling and emotion that he could not speak words.

No, it all came out through action. Before he knew it his hand had gripped her ass lightly, and his hold on her tightened as he found himself leaning forward and pressing his lips into her own. It was rash, he wasn't thinking, nor did he know or have control over his body. Still, here he was pressing his lips into her own. As if his body told him to shut up and to tell her how he felt that way instead. Yet suddenly, after the realization of what he did, he broke off. He looked at her somewhat stunned, shocked at what he did, not understanding what he did. He simply just...looked at her, wondering if she'd step away or return him to the heaven that was her kiss.

 

[darkangel76]

The tension in the air thickened as Martina felt Zaine's grip about her body grow stronger, firmer. She desperately tried to read his eyes, searching his soul for an answer. Everything in her life, her world had turned upside down and in the past couple of hours she knew it had also been forever altered. As she continued to peer into those strange pools, those windows that showed her image reflecting back, she felt her muscles contracting as she sucked in a tiny breath. But just then... she saw it—her answer. For a brief moment, she wasn't sure if she fully understood. For a brief moment, she almost thought she'd be condemned to death and then the ever present hell of roaming the district as a mindless flesh eater while her own flesh rotted, that which hadn't been consumed and torn off by the others...

But no. Martina knew that wasn't Zaine's choice. He was a man who could see past the cover of the book, past who her father was. He saw the woman beneath it all and somehow she could tell he hardly saw her as ordinary... After all, he'd thought her an angel initially. This just wasn't something she used to at all. Just then she felt the air become electrified, sparks and currents causing her skin to heat up as she felt Zaine pull her closer still, his hands wandering, almost exploring. She swallowed hard, her eyes fixed to his... a trance... waiting... waiting...

And then Zaine's lips were against her own.

In an instant, everything about Martina snapped into focus. She had no idea how long Zaine's lips remained in contact with hers, but in those moments, something happened. It was as if time froze and everything, all the chaos and nonsense of the world, suddenly made perfect sense, the path clear and straight before her instead of twisted and winding and filled with dark uncertainties. When he pulled away, she felt breathless, like a strange comfort was being ripped away. A tiny whimper escaped her as her blue eyes welled with tears.

She was home. In this hell of hells... she was home.

Martina looked deeply into Zaine's eyes, her lips barely moving as she whispered. "I won't leave you. I promised you, I wouldn't... my word, Zaine."

A strange yearning need to be closer to this man fell upon Martina. She needed him as he needed her, a destined and fated meeting between two unlikely souls. They'd somehow found each other against all odds and obstacles and nothing would part them now. Would it? Could it? She hoped not with all her heart and soul and mind.

"I don't understand what I'm feeling..." Martina then whispered, her cheeks flushing slightly. "It's all so new and strange. So... unexpected. Maybe together we can come to understand this..."

Martina was trembling slightly, her body pressed against Zaine's. As she looked into his eyes, she could see the hunger, the yearning, the near desperation. And the strangest part... in his eyes, the reflection that she saw mirrored back showed the same things as well.

 

[Rave]

First and fir-most, Zaine took a moment to snap himself out of his instinctual shock at what his body had done. He had never felt any feelings that resemble love or care in many years...let alone feelings of sexuality and anything that follows that line. After all, who was there to teach him? Who was there to be a harbor for his feelings? But no, she was not simply the 'only' choice. If she had been in a crowd of billions he still would have been most attracted to her, and he finally started to understand why. As she spoke in confusion just as he had, elated by the kiss more-so than him, and re-affirmed her stay with him he finally came to realize the truth to this girl. It seems that in her own way she had suffered as he did. Perhaps not as much, and perhaps not as physically but still she had seen dark days of rejection and cruelty. That fact was what drew him to her so generously. She understood him...she was like him.

As everything started to make sense, his hands found themselves becoming more comfortable along her body and loosened their awkward grip to have his hands roam around her sides. They slid down to her thighs, gripping her soft skin just beneath the torn skirt so he could lift her. He wrapped both of her legs around her waist and carried her with almost too much ease, holding her as a queen upon a pedestal, him being her latter and gladly so. He looked up into her eyes and before he did anything else he resumed his kiss along her lips, slowly walking forward to press her back against the wall gently and himself into her. He didn't know the slightest thing about what he was doing, he just trusted his body to move naturally in that situation as he trusts it outside the cave to keep him alive. It was not awkward nor sudden, his movements were...surprisingly fluid, just letting her touch and warmth dictate every movement, every grace of his hands upon her skin. He parted their embrace of lips for a moment, as passionate as it was, to speak for a few seconds.

"It's...really dangerous out here, I'll have to teach you if...we're going to stay here a while before leaving this hell...but for now...you're making this hell seem like the purest and gentlest of places, you're making this ragged and painful place seem like my own personal heaven...there's...so many feelings I...I can't stop my body from moving."

 

[darkangel76]

So many things were running through Martina's mind just as so many emotions were flooding her body. She was overwhelmed with sensations she could barely comprehend, let alone explain, and they were all bubbling up to the surface in that moment as she stared deeply into Zaine's eyes. His arms felt strong as they held onto her body, right as they moved over her—touching, exploring and feeling. She found herself craving more and just as a whimper rolled over her lips, he picked her up and held her against him—the fit perfect—and moved so that she was soon pressed up against the wall of the cave.

Martina hardly noticed the cold hardness of the stone. Her mind was too focused on Zaine—his body, his warmth. Everything about him and the moment was sheer intensity as the electricity running between them, over her flesh the more he touched her caused her to let out a sudden gasp. Her grip on him tightened and she let her legs about his waist squeeze a bit as she pressed herself more firmly against him for balance.

When Zaine pulled away after several more kisses, Martina looked deeply into his eyes. Biting down on her lip, cheeks flushed with heat, she was very aware of him—every angle and plane, committing it all to memory as best she could. She then gave him a nod, her eyes remaining fixed upon his.

"I'll do my best..." Martina then spoke, her voice thick and husky. "I'll learn from you..." She began to pant slightly the more Zaine moved against her, her body heating up with sensations she found herself suddenly craving more of. She let out another gasp and her hips began to roll slightly causing her to let out tiny mewling noises. "Then... then don't stop... moving..." she begged, her cheeks reddening further as she continued to hold onto him, her body reacting and responding in ways that normally would have made her want to hide. But with Zaine... she only wanted to experience more, to feel more... "Please, Zaine... I want to give you heaven..." she whimpered.

 

[Rave]

She was like a missing puzzle piece that fit ever so perfectly against him, her body cupping his own in a perfect marriage of touch and heat. There was no way to escape the passion, the primal lust and affection that held him to her at that moment. He was helpless against her, how captivating she was, how every single detail about her voice and body drew him in like a fish snagged on a line. It was impossible to escape, and he would have rather died at that moment than to take one step away from her.

He felt her legs tighten around him, and in response he pressed her into the wall a little tighter so she was fixated firmly against his body, her legs locked in an embrace that did not allow him to move the slightest bit backwards. She spoke to him, and he understood, but the words were hazy as his concentration was much more focused on more primal thoughts of heat and lust. Then he felt it, he felt her hips moving forward, rolling against his own concealed cock that was only hidden from her by a pair of shorts. His breath was held still in this throat, unable to let it out from the sudden surge of pleasure and natural, primal lust. He didn't need to think, she mew'd at the feeling and he finally let out that gasp of air stuck in his chest from the feeling alone. In an instant his body reacted, without him sending any signals. His cock hardened and grew, starting to erect at the thought and feeling of her hips pushing against him. He started thrusting forward on his own accord, grinding into her as she did him. When she pushed forward, he pushed upwards to touch and stroke every single nerve in her body that would pick up the feeling of lost and ecstasy.

He was at a loss for words, only able to stare at her in passion and lust. His lips found their way back to her lips as soon as she whimpered, but he did not fully kiss. Instead he spoke, with his lips brushing against her lips with every word, his breath flowing against her skin as his movements picked up pace, his thrusts picked up power, and his grinds into her grew more lustful and needy.

"I want it..."

He whispered.

"Heaven...I want it all..."

 

[darkangel76]

Martina could feel Zaine pressing against her. His body was hard and strong and her tiny hands were holding him tighter the firmer he pressed. It was strange. She had no idea what to do, only that her body wanted this just as her heart and mind wanted everything that was happening between them in that very moment as well. The air was thick with raw emotion and instincts of a primitive nature were running rampant. Her mind was wild with an energy unlike anything she'd ever known, her body wanting to give itself over to him and him alone. Tiny jolts of pleasure coursed over her flesh, a slow build up of intensity as their bodies moved and grinded against each other, working up to something she knew would eventually be this heaven.

"Then it's yours, Zaine..." Martina panted, her body still pressed against his. She could feel her own responding so strongly now, an ache ever rising between her legs, one she knew only Zaine could sate, for she knew no other could nor did she want no other if they managed to escape. "It's yours to take... yours and... no others..."

Martina's breathing grew heavier, her chest heaving as her hips rocked a bit more against Zaine's hardened cock. As her body's arousal grew, her panties becoming wet with her own juices with each roll of her hips, she wondered what it would be like to be taken. She wanted that. She needed it. And now she'd told Zaine as much. And in those words she'd implied... that she was also his.

Leaning back slightly, Martina looked down into Zaine's eyes. She was a bit frightened to venture into something new, something... carnal. But she also found herself willing to trust and give completely. Maybe it was because he'd saved her life and maybe it was also because he was willing to accept her despite where she came from and who her father was. Regardless, she knew what she felt and everything pointed to him. He was her center now and she'd never leave him. Never.

"Please... Zaine..." Martina then whimpered, her body on fire now, her panties soaked. "Take your heaven... please... it will always be yours to take..." Hot tears suddenly fell down her pale cheeks as desire and emotion flooded her entirely. Yes, in that moment, she knew without a doubt to whom she would always belong.

 

[Rave]

His emotions were flooding him in a surge of plesaure spiked through his body when he felt her panties getting soaked with anticipation. His thoughts of home, loss, death, and just about everything else besides her and how she pressed against him vanished. His body unable to stop his hips from pressing and grinding forward into her rolling hips, his cock pulsing and twitching in pleasure and heat. There was no better feeling in the world, none except one which would follow ever so soon. His lips parted and his breath came out in pants, his hands clutching her like she was the only thing left in his world, his heat and passion growing as he dry-humped her into the wall with no hesitation, like a hungry animal who's just pinned his prey.

As much as he sank further in love with her, lust followed hand in hand. She was his everything right now, all he needed and all he would care for. He would die for her, love her, protect her, save her, and he would fuck her like she was his queen. He knew no ettiquete, he knew not the meaning of gentleness or how to take it slow. He was as close to a rabid animal as a man could ever get, and with her he had less control. His lust grew further and his hands began tearing at the corset, dropping it to the ground beneath them quickly. Just then, he managed to break their grinding hips apart so that his hand could reach down and pull his cock out of his pants.

"You're mine...m-mine alone. Fuck, I need you now."

It sprang up like a trapped animal finally being set free, all eight inches of flesh, twitching and pulsing as it tried to it's purpose. His hands instantly traveled back and grabbed her ass cheeks tightly, pressing her forward into him and grinding her panties against his raw cock. He couldn't help but let out a lustful moan just then, his cock getting a feel of how wet she was at the touch. Instantly he grinded his hips upwards, pressing his cock and roughly rubbing it all the way from the very tips of her folds to the very clit. His body shook and his nerves snapped, his touch confident and eager. She would be taken and fucked, initiated as his bride the only way an animal knew how, the fiercest, first, and best fuck they'd both ever have. It was worth more than any wedding ring or marriage ceremony. It was pure love, pure lust.