*I know not what wakes me....mayhap the thud of another heartbeat so close to my own, or the dull aching florets of pain on my skin that can only signify the onset of bruises....I have no doubt there will be bruises. I am eternally marked as his....his fangs had tasted every pulse in my body, not one inch of me left unattended, his tongue, his fingers, his....everything had been inside me, his blood raced with mine through veins raw from his hunger, muscles protested the soft stretch that searches the length of my body for the heat of his, caressing the sprawled mass of warrior a hairsbreadth from the splay of my ecstasy sated curves....he had seen every inch of me, had sculpted me to new heights with the carving bliss of his tongue, a devastating attack of slick velvet on intimate silken flesh, stroking away my embarrassment and shuddering me over and over into the molten cascade of ecstasy I would forever feel at any memory of his mouth. Wicked male. Torturing, tormenting master of my body....my fingers seek gently, careful to not disturb the hold dreams have over the Primale, his breathing soft, the darkness amplifying every sound to a tremble in my core....I would not wake him, but I would see with my mouth what my eyes deny me, a passionate urge arisen from sleep and whispering the room into a feather touch of soft I love you's....* I love you...I love you...I love you...*laced into the path of silken lips and grazing fangs, the words travel kisses over your flesh, woven into the tender caresses that taste and wander, exploring the broad muscled expanse of your chest and shoulders with tentative touches and soft possessive sucking bites, teeth finding gentle holds to mar your skin to red nips of passion...just teasing, marking, driven by dream needs to place my brand on your body, and swallow your scent to feed my soul eternally*
{I am floating…hovering somewhere between a darkly erotic dream state and reality, submerged just beneath the surface, lured upward by your sensual assault to a sudden jolting awareness.. Ahhhhh sweet fuck....my neck arches on instinct, head falling back into pillowed silk, warrior hands fisting the white satin expanse on which I am laid out, a male sacrifice, a powerhouse of tense, honed, sinewed muscle flexing up into the fanged worship of your mouth, deliciously wet tongue stroking tingles of pleasure from my skin, the reticence of your nipping bites a sweet, erotic torture, my mind is drugged, drunk on your scent, the quiet voice inside of me saying I should stop you...too intimate...this is too exposed, even to your unseeing gaze, but the voice is quashed by the intoxicating pleasure of your mouth on my skin, body hardened to a state of full arousal, only the death grip of fisted silk restraining me from taking you like an animal as I have these past days and nights, over and over, in every imaginable way and some ways beyond lesser imaginations} Fuck. Chosen...
mmm....*no muscle left untasted, the dips and hollows of your abs rippling under the flat velvet of my tongue, lining you in wet painted heat...and your body flexes, low growls peppered over your skin as I skip to taste the rolling muscle that bunches and surges to my kiss, a slow, leisurely devouring mapping of golden skin, fangs and tongue and lips caressing you in the passionate drive of a deep craving hunger, an instinct so far beyond innocence, my lips already know their destination, the pinpricking pierce and raked welting lines scattered across your torso, delved into muscle, just the journey. A hint of pain to contrast the pleasure of my mouth a tentative motion testing the hitch of your breath and the growled moans for signs of a 'No'...and delighting in the urging, the fluid ripple of warrior power guiding my mouth lower, to dig fangs in a sucking kiss over the muscle of your hip, penetrating just the surface to lock in and bruise, tongue sweeping potent crimson beads of your intoxicating essence with a purring moan.... strength and purity unleashed, wildly daring to assume I can take even a drop of your soul uninvited but I cannot stop, I want to devour, explore the body I'd only ever caught glimpses of through the water...to touch you as no other ever had...obsidian lashes flutter up for just a moment, casting my gaze to the darkness where your face should be, and the words are freed, tentative, shy drawn up in the lyrics of a soul symphony and whispered to your tongue wet flesh...asking.....* Please....May I?
{Oh God...FUCK.... tense tremors of shivery pleasure wrack my body and I might as well be bound and gagged for all the resistance my body is putting up against this sensuous, all-consuming attack, any protest caught in my throat, strangled by the feral growls grunted out through clenched molars, fangs fully primed and slicing into my lower lip...why am I allowing this..how?...the intimacy, the surrender of control is mind blowing in its intensity, my heart is hammering in my throat, pumping through the rigid shaft of my cock, lying a thick rope up the length of tongue-glistening, tensing abs, weeping a crystalline tear, a plea for mercy as your raking nails claw my spine to an arch of submission and then your fangs are piercing the sensitive flesh of my hip, jolting my pelvis up from the silk, a hiss escaping my lips as my neck cranes to catch a glimpse of crimson stained ivories sinking into golden skin, your lashes lift, revealing the dulled emerald of your sightless gaze, blind perhaps, but no less intense for that, and we are locked in a moment of perfect understanding...no fucking going back...my response a deep gravelled growl} Fuck Serhenity...Please...
*that word...it curls my spine up in a feline undulation, disconnected from your hip with a gloss of tongue to lips and slowly trailing my mouth to the hot pulsing steel flesh of your erection....you granted me permission, you offered up to me a surrender, it's in every growled breath, every twitching roll of your body, surging power beneath me and awe ripples through the raging swell of lust ripping my desire into an inferno...mind switched off and offered up to a higher consciousness, there are no nerves, no hesitation, just the sudden wet seal of my mouth over the crown of your erection, blindly sought with an unerring precision as delicate fingers shape your shaft in a slow eased stroke, lapping at the crystal tear weeping for my touch, your arousal bright on my tongue, flaring through molten curves with ragged torn out purrs...exquisite...desire strokes my tongue from base to tip, reluctantly leaving the heaven of your essence to explore velvet iron with dragging cushioned kisses, silk lips shaping the underside of your shaft in a slow ascent of tongue curling licks and fanged suction, snagging at delicate flesh, reverently teasing every inch in a roaming blissed out pattern, rough bitten touches interspersed with the softest breathed caresses, delighting in every buck of your hips, the growled moan that stutters from your lips as my fingers trace delicate satin scars music to my ears...not a no...as I worship your silk flesh, my lips locked over the head of your arousal in a gentle grip of fangs and descending...slowly, ever so slowly, purring devouring inches, savouring with a riding flick of my glossing tongue...mmm...yes....mine...*
Fuckfuckfuck.... {growled curses spilling from my mouth...that first searing breath on the hot pulsing flesh of my arousal, that first kissing seal of lips....this is what it feels like to die...touching the Fade, a piece of my soul offered up willingly to this blind angel of death and seduction, luring me to my end with the most exquisitely beautiful torture, your delicate fingers wrapping hot as a flame to my pulsing flesh, Ohhhh fuck...the velvet sweep of your tongue across the tip of my cock jolts darts of shuddering ecstasy through the base of my spine, bucking my hips, a reflexive plea, your lips are a silken caress to the throbbing steel of my erection, excruciatingly tender as they worship the scarred, misshapen skin of my groin, crystal tears stinging behind closed lids as a tidal wave of emotional release crashes over me, raw, utterly exposed to your exploring mouth...I should be cringing, but somehow you make me feel like a fucking God, invincible not damaged, powerful, sexual, even in this act of total and complete submission...and then the wet sucking heat of your mouth is engulfing my shaft, every muscle tremoring, screaming out for your touch, before I can control it, my gloved hand releases silk to knot into a great handful of your cropped waves, fisting tight. An anchor? Seizing control? I know not, I only know that your full pink lips are stretched taut around my cock, gliding friction down the thickly veined, iron girth, glossing velvet skin as inch by inch, the tight suctioning heat devours my cock and my hips are pumping up off the silk, straining to thrust myself deeper still, to see myself swallowed to the hilt by the molten passionate embrace of your mouth} Oh fuck...Chosen...I'm...FUCK!!!!!
*The violent intimacy of this, such an intense trust allowing you to gift me free rein to explore and devour, to unleash the desire for your taste in an act of tender possession, my mouth claiming you, owning the thick iron length of your arousal with a gloss and glide of silky lips, a twisting assault of tongue and fangs caging you in the suctioning kiss of my hungry mouth..I know you, every inch a familiar descent parting my lips wider in a growling purred ride to take you deeper, to obey the thrusting demand of your hips and envelop you in the liquid constriction of my throat..every withdraw a nick of razor touches, travelling coiling wet licks to the base and taking inch after thick inch with a merciless progression..slowly savaging you in the heat of my mouth, a brutal rhythmic stroke building up a tempo that vibrates through the arched straining bunch of your muscled form, bowed from the bed, hair tugged roughly into the reining guide of your fist and spurring me on...harder, fast, slow, fastslowfastfastslow...a dance of tongue to shaft and lips to the blunt head urging me to lock you at the very base, fangs bruising your skin, the entirety of your length taken and purred over, swallowing the tip of you into the clenched vice of my throat, more...hunger pushes us deeper, sets the rhythm of your hips to the flex of my throat, curses filling the air, flavouring the musky bloom of arousal with strained passion and catching my fangs into your most sensitive skin....yes, please, more...it's in the air, a pressure charging through an electrical storm of sexual energy to spike my spine into rolling undulations, building up in your body, shivering through mine, ripping flames over my skin and tightening my throat around your shaft...my hand works free from its claw on your hip and searches blindly for yours, lashes lifting once more, the most natural thing to be looking upon your face even if all I get is the shade without the sunlight....reassurance as the thunder storms wild with passion... please...give me...your all...my love...*
{Oh sweet mother of fuck... there is a fucking storm building inside of me, a mounting tension coiling tighter and tighter vining around the pillar of my lust, or is it the shaft of my arousal, pulsing in the cushioning glide and wet razor retreat of your rhythmic sucking? My brain is short-circuited on pleasure, climbing a merciless path to dizzying heights, where the only air is the scent of you and the dark musky spice that leaches from every pore of my blisteringly hot skin and fragrances the bright sheen of sweat defining every taut flexed muscle of my warrior body, poised, bowed up in submission to the wet silken clamp of your throat, my fist so tight in your hair...fuck...you are swallowing me, consuming me...and it takes just that flash of hell fire in your blind eyes, that blaze of passion that grants my soul permission to fly. Gripping onto your offered hand like a lifeline, warrior fingers interlaced with yours with bone crushing ferocity as the storm breaks loose in shuddering, bucking convulsions of high octane ecstasy, surging molten bliss in rhythmic jolts, a detonation of liquid release that once unleashed, crests on and on, washing me in divine, soul-altering pleasure...I am inside you...my heart and soul are fucking home and the bellowed roar from my throat is a raw, unfettered release that shakes the walls of the Primale Temple} Fuck I love you Serhenity...MINE!!! Fucking MINE!!!!
*Jolted by the current of electricity racing through the livewire that connects us, the surging pulses of your ecstasy are not so much of a surprise, my mouth sealed hard and twisting kisses that lock to your shaft and drain every swell and release of excruciating pleasure with purring thrums of exquisite satisfaction....your climax is an explosion of bliss on my tongue, emotions in liquid fire channelled to light my heart with the intensity of this...bond...this union of souls that stutters my life to the erratic hammer of yours and cocoons me in a world of erotic velvet dark spices, our world, surrounding us in the roared detonation of my name from your lips, and the unceasing symphony of your essence on my tongue. As brilliantly blinding as your blood, drugging, addictive, soothing my craving and stoking it up to caress my core with the ripples of your ecstasy...linked, I can feel every shudder, every seized flex of pleasured muscle as my own wringing the very last drop of your bliss into my lingering kiss, tongue curling your shaft in glossing strokes as my fingers flex in a loving hold around yours, intertwined in a weave of unity, cheek nuzzled tenderly to your thigh as I rest my words to your skin* Yours Vishous...all yours....*fangs nipping adoringly at your flesh, whispering tentatively* as you are....mine....
Yes, Serhenity. Yours. All fucking yours... {the words come out deep gravelled and distant, glazed diamond eyes struck with awe, my body still shaking with the after tremors of immense release, the ferocity of my emotions arresting, even as my arms reach to haul you up my body until your lips are less than a breath from my own, my soul knows yours, we come together like second nature, as though carved from the same heart wood...some bond that is more immense than I can even begin to comprehend, our lips crushed bruisingly together, I can taste the salty musk of my own arousal in my mouth and it draws low growled purrs of primal satisfaction from some place deep inside of me} Chosen...I...fuck {I lost control, or did I relinquish it? Mind in turmoil, struggling to comprehend what just passed between us} I didn't mean to..fuck...are you okay?
*lips swollen and bruised, fused to yours in a starved contact that feeds your pleasure to your tongue with the dance of mine, stroking boldly inside, loving your mouth as I loved your body, passionately, tenderly, viciously, you unleash so much of me I never knew I had, ripping the robes from my mind to free personality, to free my soul from the restraints of vows and obligation to just delight in you, to savour every kiss, the heat of you infused into my skin and trembling through draped curves, saturating me in the scent of carnal paradise and wicked possession...owned and owning....laughter is soft to your lips, confusion on my brow* I am...ecstatic, Primale *such euphoria from your pleasure, I do not question how I feel, what allowed you to surrender to my desires...I simply bathe in the aftermath, soaking in every sensation, shifting back slightly, my lips curve down* You did not mean to...what? Did I hurt you, sire? *eyes widening in blind horror, my hands stroke for injury, fangs tinged with your blood, as the scent of our passion blooms heavy and wild*
Fuck no..you didn't hurt me {strong hands manacling your wrists to bring the focus of your attention back to my voice} quite the opposite Chosen {the sultry growl of the words and the smouldering diamond of my eyes speaking of the untold pleasures you have inflicted on me, and my relief is a palpable thing, a diffusion of tension in the air...you are not disgusted or ashamed or regretful...damn the realisation is frightening and exhilarating...no female ever, on this side or the Far, have I cared about their feelings toward me, as I do about yours...never relinquished my body, my control, my trust, so completely to any other and yet it feels so very, very right with you. Shaking my head, the beginnings of a smile pulling at the corners of my mouth} you are incredible...you make me feel things I have never felt, Chosen {grazing my lips to yours in a growled confession} I love you...I love what you did to me...I would have you do it over and over until we were both spent and heaving for breath...I...thank you...Serhenity
*Your kiss speaking silently all the things your voice cannot shape, a confession that layers your words and stutters my heart, swelling emotion in my chest as your reassurances wash over me, releasing tense curves to sprawl languidly atop you permitting myself to enjoy this rapturous relax of a comforting union...drawing my arms up to encircle your neck, fingers slowly tracing over your face with a lazy smile...I did not hurt you..and...you...love me..the emotion that made me light as air, and sizzled my skin like fire, completes me, fills my soul with a light warmer than your gaze is returned upon me, felt for me..and my smile is a rough kiss to your mouth...you give me everything...so strong, so powerful, in control and yet you give yourself over to me with ease, trusting I will only please and never harm...how could I ever hurt my soul?* You are incredible, Vishous, you make me feel....you fill nothingness with your presence, you're light in the darkness...and you make me feel alive...*nuzzling soft breaths to your mouth, my words are hushed, low with sincerity* I love you...I love what I did to you, I love when you....*my cheeks pink in a sweeping blush* I would do it forever....
Oh, I am so holding you to that, Chosen mine {winding my hands up into the silk curls of your hair, your lips crushed with bruising possession} you bring me to life Serhenity..{growling a fanged kiss to your lips} Fuck, I love my scent on you...
*breaking from your mouth to rub eskimo kisses to your nose, lips inched up in a teasing smile* hold me to it, Primale mine….I find myself always ravenous for you....*forehead pressed to yours, sharing breath as my body blankets you* the only robing I should ever wear is your scent...*your mouth spills growls to my lips and teases me with fanged temptation*
Then you will never leave this Temple, Chosen mine {hands riding rough over the contours of your curvaceous form} no other male will ever see you naked and live, feel me {the dark incense of bond rising up in fresh plumes from my skin}
*head dipping to run my nose along your shoulder on a deep inhale, the air heavy with blooms of possession once more, fogging my brain with the sultry floral spiced accents as your hands shape desire edged curves with rough authority* Never, Primale mine...*a dream on the curve of my lips, wrapped up in the peaceful embrace sheltering me in warrior arms* I will stay here with you forever...I am yours
As I am yours, my Chosen {burying my stubbled jaw in the scented haven of your hair} I will have no other, true...never again
My sisters...*fingers curling, lips curved up, purrs rolling free on waves of sated soul happiness* will not be pleased...
Your sisters {dragging the luscious flesh of your lower lip through the score of razor fangs} can go fuck themselves, true… {Your laughter, a burst of startled amusement, stamped into silence by the pealing resonance of the voice rising above it, announcing the presence of another in the Temple} <<How you disrespect my handmaidens Warrior>> {The words snap my spine bolt upright on the bedding platform like a stringed fucking puppet... yup...and that would be the Scribe Virgin's puppet, true...the authority of her deeply resonant voice filling the Temple, just as the commanding glow that spills from beneath her robes floods into every nook and shadow of the darkened expanse, trained like a spotlight on the scene of myself and the forbidden Chosen entwined on the bedding platform, my bonding scent hanging heavy in the air like a guilty confession. Shit!! Yanking the silk sheet to cover Serhenity's flushed and naked curves, my torso twisted to shield her from the Scribe Virgin's scrutiny. Now? Of all the fucking times she might have broken her seclusion, might have aided Serhenity when I could not, the mother of the race, in all her great fucking wisdom chooses this moment to make her grand entrance, no doubt here to carve out her pound of flesh.. <<Cover yourself, Primale. I would have words with you on this matter>>
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