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It started with a touch. A simple graze from the back of a hand followed by a caress from the palm of another. It was dark, bedding ruffled and disturbed the silence of midnight. Breathing quickened, and the air was heavy and hot. Trembling bodies fumbled with each other, clumsily situating themselves, finding the right touch - finding what felt good. Each one awakening something in the other they’d never experienced but very much wanted to explore. A hunger that grew quietly from the moment their eyes met, now an aching thirst that needed quenched and neither of them knew how to act or what to say. Yet, it still happened.Slowly at first, building up a speed once things were just right - once bodies and instinct took over and directed the union. Once two became one, the outside world became nothing. All that mattered was him - all that mattered was her.
Like a rollercoaster, the two fell from great heights and sped through twists and turns. Each move shifting their bodies to and fro, each one being overcome by the momentum and struggling to find a balance between receiving pleasure and giving pleasure. Years of emotional torment flowed through their bodies and released in a sudden wave that crashed over both and pulled them into the undertow and out to sea once more. Stuck in the middle of nowhere, lost and weightless, they pulled each other back to shore. Again and again struck with the waves of ecstacy, neither sure of how to stop but neither sure they even wanted to.
Drenched and drained, the two finally rested their fatigued yet bliss filled bodies, gasping for air and relishing in the tingles and sparkles left on their skin permeating to their very core. Moonlight pooled in, reflecting off the beads of sweat that kissed the skin of one and formed on the skin of another. Two creatures, unalike in form yet kindred spirits all the same, drifted off to sleep in the wonderment of the euphoria they’d just been brought to. No word was spoken, no words were needed. Mutual understanding had been reached through a dance of love. A dance neither of them wished to end.
----- Much Later -----
Chise yawned and stretched her body from head to toe, rubbing her eyes and blinking into the fresh morning light that warmed the cool countryside air. She rolled to her side, her husband still in a deep sleep beside her, and wiggled her way close to him, soaking up his warmth for a minute and planting a soft kiss on his forehead before sliding out of bed. Her system jolted awake at the sudden shock of cold violating her. Crouching down at the end of the bed she picked up Elias’ discarded shirt from the night before and slid it over her small frame, practically swimming in the fabric. She was warmer wrapped in the long sleeved cotton dress shirt, but her legs, only in a small pair of shorts, were beginning to feel icy and she hastened her pace to the hallway and down the stairs.
It wasn’t this cold last night. She thought, kneeling down next to the fireplace and summoning a small flame at the tip of her fingers - effectively lighting the logs within. How can it be so warm during the day but so cold in the morning? She sat next to the fire as it picked up fairly quickly and chased the chill out of the air. It would need more logs soon, but she was hungry so this would have to do for now.
Yawning, she swiftly carried herself into the kitchen and lit the stove before filling the tea kettle with water and setting it on to boil. She opened a cupboard above her and frowned. The oatmeal she wanted to make was on the top shelf - again. Chise reached her arm up as far as she could stretch it but only made it halfway over the first shelf. She pushed to her tiptoes to no avail. She jumped as high as she could but still the oatmeal remained out of reach.
She sighed heavily and turned around, grabbing a chair from the table and pushing it to the counter. Bracing herself on the back of the chair with both hands, she pushed herself up and stood, elevated enough to reach clear to the back of the top shelf. The redhead smiled to herself, a small morning feat accomplished, and grabbed the box of oats, carefully dropping it to the counter below with a small thud. She looked back up to the shelf and spied the container of brown sugar, a must for oatmeal.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when she extended her arm once more to snag the sugar and was met with two arms wrapping around her midsection. She gasped as her husband nuzzled her cheek from behind.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to stand on chairs to reach something?” He tightened his grip slightly and tugged her backwards towards him.
“How many times do I have to ask you not to put stuff so high I can’t reach it?” She tilted her head back and looked up at him, smirking.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he slid a hand under the waistband of her shorts and between her legs, making her inhale sharply and grasp at his wrist. Her efforts were futile to pull him back and his hand pushed in further, a finger dipping into her. The pink on her cheeks grew to a red that crawled down her neck.
“Ahh! H-hey,” she squeaked, attempting to wiggle away from him. Stifling a chuckle, he took his other hand up to a breast and cupped it, gently tugging on her hardened nipple through his shirt she’d slipped on earlier. Her body stiffened and she leaned against his skull, now dipping down between the nape of her neck, his hot breath sinking in through the fabric and warming her skin.
“Good morning,” he whispered in a low tone, trailing his finger out and circling her center of pleasure - the small nub that elicited the most exciting reactions out of his wife.
“G-good morning,” her voice shook and a moan snuck out as he plunged his finger back inside her, pulling back and sliding two in. “Feeling hungry, I see,” she whined through her panting and he released one nipple before moving to the next, pulling and twisting it lightly, humored at her reactions.
“Mmhmm,” he hummed, taking in her scent of growing arousal.
“Not here though,” she shook her head, pushing his arm off her chest gently. Elias sighed, disappointed, still keeping pace with his hand below.
“Why?”
“Because - ah,” she whimpered. “Please, anyone could walk in.”
“So?” He huffed in her ear. “It’s my house. I’ll do what I want.”
“Yes - But…” She hesitated to finish, a guttural groan escaping her lips as he ran his tongue up the length of her neck, grazing over her cheek and circling her mouth. She felt something building up in her hips and she ground slowly against his palm while his other hand left her breast tingling and found her neck. Fingers wrapped around her throat as he tilted her head upwards to him, allowing more of his tongue to sink into her mouth and so he could taste her completely.
Chise tasted absolutely decadent to him, like a cold refreshing glass of water on a hot day. The more he drank in the more he wanted - needed. He pulled out of her, leaving her wanting, breathing heavy and holding tightly to his arm still between her legs. Her aftertaste was akin to honey, a sweetness he could also find within her blood, unsure if it was simply her being or the magic that flowed through her - though it didn’t much matter. Sometimes he craved her taste madly, nearly past his point of control, but she would always deliver and beg for his just the same.
This time, however, she pocketed her own urges for just a moment. With shaky and shallow breathing, she stroked the tip of his skull and ran her own tongue over a canine teasingly. “We can go upstairs and do more...please.” As if on cue, the kettle began to whistle. He sighed and released her, helping her step down from the chair. She twisted a knob of the stove to turn off the burner and set the kettle aside, calming the whistle and bringing a quietness to the room once more. She turned back and found she was alone again.
Chise straightened her shorts and put the chair back to the table before hurrying upstairs, passing a confused brownie on the way. When she stepped into their room she was surprised to find Elias was not there. She turned to leave when the door slammed closed with a loud bang that echoed through the house and made her jump.
Shifting back, a smirk fell on her face as her eyes met with two red-white dots that sat in a shadow under her.
“What are you doing?” She asked, coyly.
“That thing you like,” he replied, matter-of-factly, moving off the floor and up her feet. Chise shivered at the sensation of his shadowy tendrils creeping up her legs and taking control. It was surprisingly soft, despite the thorn shape, and felt like a clouded mist was sweeping over her. Her nerves tingled in their surrender to his will as he moved further up, taking her hips, back, breasts and resting at her neck.
Her chest moved rapidly in anticipation at first. He was taking his time, teasing her, and enjoying the reaction of his possession in this manner. Soon her lungs caught a regular, paced rhythm as he took full authority of her body and flung her on the bed.
“E-Eli-” she stuttered and struggled to push his name out of her mouth. With his control over her she was helpless to do anything but sit back and enjoy the ride. And though he's done this several times before, it was still a thrilling experience each and every time. To willingly submit herself to him in her entirety, to be at his mercy, to carry out his commands as he willed them, her body feeling everything, his body completely wrapped around hers in a way that was unique to them - in a way nobody else in the world could do or feel… It excited her every time and drove her places she could only dream of years before. Places she never grew tired visiting. Places she yearned for. Places he was about to take her to.
He pushed her body to the center of the bed, laying flat on her back and pushed her hips up enough to quickly slide her shorts off and down to her ankles. A quick shake of her foot and they went flying, resting at the floor beneath, soon to be joined by his shirt that he expertly pulled off in one fluid motion.
Laying back down she watched as her darkened hands met with her pert breasts and cupped them gently, fingers running over her erect nipples and sending an electric pulse down her spine to her hips. She closed her bright green eyes, a blush decorating her cheeks, as she could no longer stand the sight of her own body doing something so primal and so dirty, yet so very human.
Slowly, one hand fell to her waist and trailed down to her delicate center. Pushing on his reigns she bucked her hips up and he quickly regained control, setting her down and spreading her legs apart leaving her open...leaving her vulnerable. A moan left her lips quietly, growing louder as he dipped her small fingers into the wetness below and circled her sensitive bundle of nerves creating a throbbing want deep inside her.
Sweat formed on her flushed cheeks while he used her own body to pleasure her, feeling his own parallel pleasure alongside his wife. He knew her body - every curve, every hair, every inch of skin that would form raised dots where he would touch. When he possessed her, his body in its shadowy, almost ethereal form didn't just envelope hers, they both became one. If he wanted to, he could take her completely, but that wasn't the point of their dance. She needed to be at the forefront of her consciousness: aware, alert, toying with the bit of control he allowed her but falling under his dominance as he brought her to her peak with her own hands. This gave him his own pleasure, his own rush of emotions. In a sense it empowered him in ways he never knew he could master. He was the essence of shadows, a powerful mage, a feared creature not fae nor human and in most areas he found himself easily able to imitate and mimic. Years of study grew his skills with magic. But this wasn't magic. Oh no, it felt magical, but it was something that only he could do with someone he loved dearly. He could express to her how much she meant to him in ways his words could not. And when she gave him the reigns to do so fully he did so gratefully, wanting nothing more than to please the one and only being who ever look at him the way she did - with love.
In another sense he was humbled. Taking into account the essence of his own being, he was, at best, inexperienced in this show of love. As was his wife, and she loved him all the same regardless of how it was expressed, but he took his time to explore her in this way. Learning the in and outs to be able to hold so much power over her pleasure and in giving herself to him she held that same power of him. It was a beautiful balance they grew into and developed as time passed. It was a beautiful dance they still were learning all the right moves for.
Right now, the right moves were a series of tugs and rubs at her nipples while he filled her with one of her hands and rubbed her clit with another. Slowly but deeply he slid two fingers in and out, pushing against her G-spot as she whined at the nagging throbbing driving her crazy. She so badly wanted to push her hips against her hands, to kick and wiggle, to thoroughly finger herself quickly, to match the rate of her heartbeat and release the buildup inside. But she was his, and he was enjoying this far too much to let it end just yet.
“P-please,” she whimpered, gasping as her fingers plunged back inside, deeper than before. She felt a familiar heat starting under her hand and growing out of his shadow. It covered her hips and radiated from her back to her front, up her tummy, over her ribs and to her nipples, leaving a chilled buzz on her skin as it moved. “Ahh! Y-yes!” Chise cried out. She loved when he did this in this form. It was intense and unlike anything she'd ever felt before. When Elias covered her like this, it was as if he was running his hands all over her, the heat as if from his own skin on hers. The sensation was explosively thrilling, indeed 'that thing she liked.’
She heard the low rumble that emitted from her skin - from the shadow that covered her body - from Elias. The rumble that told her he was getting as much pleasure out of this as her. That reminded her he was still there, still in control.
The rumble reverberated within her and she twisted her face, wicking her nose and squeezing her eyes tightly closed. “Elias!” She all but screamed. “Please! I-I'm going crazy!”
“Are you?” He asked, chuckling. He released her legs and hips and watched as she took back control and kicked her legs, almost like she were shaking him off. Pushing from her feet, she raised her hips upwards to meet her hands, now fucking her at a moderate pace, her other fingers still circling her clit with a constant pace, her fluids plentiful and dripping down her inner thighs. It was maddening.
Then that feeling built up within her. Growing from a curious little tickle in her center to something digging and tearing at her to be set free. She begged him to free her and he complied, suddenly withdrawing from her. He pooled on the bed next to her in a thick black mass that grew to his usual form, still in his pajamas, crouching above her on all fours. With a sharp gasp she stared up at him and lay there motionless, taken by his immediate departure.
“Why did you stop?”
Chise Iooked at her husband and reached up to run her hand along his skull, a small smile forming.
“I love you,” she said, breathlessly.
Elias quickly snatched her hand in mid air and held it in front of him, snaking his tongue out and running it from the tips of her already drenched fingers, down her wrist and up her arm, taking in all of her and savoring her juices.
“I love you, too,” he whispered. Chise bit her bottom lip and took her other arm to his chest. With a push, she found herself now sitting on top of him. He held himself up on his elbows while holding his breath.
“What are you doing?” He asked, genuinely curious.
“That thing you like,” she responded with a grin, leaning down and kissing the tip of his skull. She landed her next kiss on the side of his neck, causing him to shiver in return. It was rare anybody ever touched him, and when Chise had first done it, ran her fingers on the side of his head and promised she wouldn't leave him, he knew she was different from her touch. Nothing else, nobody else could make him feel the things he felt when she did it. Nobody else knew his sensitivities. But Chise did.
Her tender kisses continued down his chest. She lightly grazed his deep violet skin with her lips as she trailed down further, working her fingers as quickly as she could to unbutton his shirt as she moved. Down, passed his ribs and over his stomach where she stopped and sat, placing her small frame directly over his excitement. Steadily, she ground her hips over him, leaning over and placing both her hands on his chest for leverage.
Elias drew a sharp breath in as he felt her wetness soak into his pajamas and coat his shaft while she rocked her hips over him. His eyes went dark and he focused on the sensation of her softness meeting his hardness in yet another way. He peaked at her when she shifted herself down further and her hand slowly found its way from his hips to under his pants. Teasingly, she gripped it and ran her hand from the solid base, over the patterned bumps and ridges to the knobbed head that tapered where his thick, dark skin met and sheathed his cock. Pulsing in her hand, he grew larger and tilted his head back, trembling under her touch, holding back his urge to ravage her.
Chise wiggled further between his legs and released his length from under his waistband. She tugged on the skin, revealing the sensitive tip below and brought her head down to lightly skim her tongue over him from base to head.
He squirmed under her and placed a shaking hand on her head. He loved it when she did this, though he never asked. He's always assumed she wasn't interested or would be put off by his inhuman body. Strangely enough, it seemed to have the exact opposite effect on her. She always requested his true form, even when he offered to adjust himself to provide her perhaps a better experience. But no, she wanted him. Always just him. That alone did things to him. Combined with her adoration and yearning for his body to please hers, he'd was driven by something that made him lose himself in her, something that sometimes frightened him, something that dug deep into his subconscious and directed his actions and his thoughts, something that made him vulnerable, something that made him...human.
“Chise, please…” he groaned, smoothing her hair back as she teased him just as he'd done to her moments before. Oh, to be at the mercy of your other half. What a cruel twist of fate.
Before he could say anything further, she took him into her mouth and pushed herself as far down as she could go, as far as her mouth would open, and delighted in his taste - took in his scent. He stiffened at the slick, wet sensation inside her mouth and the suction it provided, pulling him in deeper and pushing his sanity further away.
He watched as she moved her head up, felt her tongue roll over his tip, anknowd swirl back down - over and over. Each act with purpose and intent. She tilted her head and looked up at him: mouth agape, thick saliva pooling out and down his heaving chest. She felt him throb within her and knew he would be close soon.
The redhead pulled away, leaving her own saliva to glide down his shaft and glisten in the early morning sun. She straightened up and relished in her effect on him with a shudder and a smile. He lay there, propped on his elbows, watching her intently. Unmoving, he sensed the build up of ecstacy slowly drowning him, reaching just to the top and holding there. He twitched and pushed his hips up, a whine begging his bride to take him there - take him to that place.
Slowly she delivered, positioning herself over him and guiding his cock to her tight opening and sliding down inch by inch, her legs spread wide around his large frame. She leaned over, placing her bare chest to his, and held on to him, clinging tightly as she took in his entire length - filling her completely.
He was now in a battle against himself to hold back. The waters within him rose once more and pushed at his seams, threatening to burst. Chise arched her back, pushing her hips out and back down. Once. Twice. Three times. Unhurried and leisurely her body melted at the full sensation - the heat emanating from below. Her heart raced as she quickened her pace, feeling that twinge, that urge, that animalistic drive to pump him hard and find her own bliss while giving him his. She felt a dribble between her legs, the tell-tale sign that Elias was about to burst. She took his juices mixed with hers and with one hand rubbed her swollen clit, taking her to the edge.
Jutting his hips up suddenly, the Magus could no longer hold it. He needed it - he needed her. In one swift motion he kicked off his pajama pants and sat up, holding her in his arms. Still inside her, he dropped her backwards to the bed and pushed her legs up and to her chest, taking her in the deepest position possible. Her insides tightened around his girth while he steadily pumped into her and she trembled under his intensity.
A low growl formed in Elias’ chest and harmonized with his bride’s joy filled cries. She reached behind her knees and held her legs up for a moment before being taken by the hedonistic thralls that overpowered her and made her melt with every thrust. Instead, he rested his hands on her legs, pushing them farther apart and opening her wider. Exposing her cunt and pushing deeper and deeper into her, the rumble in his chest broke to open grunts. Her moans changed to whimpers and he felt a tightening within her - a pulsating spark that told him she was about to lose herself. With the pad of his thumb, he caressed her clit, running it in circles around the sensitive nub, as he pounded into her once more, - no, twice. She turned her head to side, eyes closed and face red, and yelled his name, her whole body twitching and shaking under his weight. Her juices all but spraying out of her, drenching his cock and hips. He replaced his hands on her legs and drove into her, every push now multiplying her orgasm. She repeated his name each time he buried himself deeper. His soaked thighs thudding against her tightened and she felt the familiar pulse of electricity overcoming him as well.
“Chise,” he called her name faintly, with monstrous harmonics. “Can I?”
“Yes,” she whispered in return, nearly holding her breath. With that, he pushed into her once more, hands tightening around her legs as he released himself inside her, filling her even more.
Elias stayed inside her while they caught their breath. She stretched her legs down and out, resting on either side of him and looked up at him, realizing she'd kept her eyes closed nearly the entire time. Her eyes adjusted to the light and saw her husband looking down at her, his body still shaking from it's release.
He watched her calmly lay under him, the red fading from her cheeks. He loved seeing her in this way - there was a free air about her, a happiness he could only see with her like this. Her red hair was wet with sweat and stuck to her forehead. Her skin was a beautiful cream color that was highlighted by the moisture created between the two. Her muscles twitched every now and then as she rode out the aftershock her orgasm. She wore a smile of satisfaction and looked at him in a way nobody else had - with pure adoration, love, acceptance, understanding. Her bright green eyes spoke to him with a gratitude he wished he could express to her. He would if he knew how.
Instead, he withdrew from her with care and lay on his side next to her, an arm folded under his head minding his horns.
He used his free arm to run his hand from her collar bone down her chest to her tummy and back up again, finding her cheek he cupped her in his hand and flicked his tongue out across her lips, his version of a peck of a kiss.
“You're so perfect,” she said, caressing his hand.
“I was about to tell you the same,” he replied. She rolled to her side, taking his deep violet colored arm and holding it to her chest as she cuddled close to him.
“Mmm,” she hummed. “Are you still hungry?”
“I'm always hungry for you.”
“Again?” her smile morphed to a smirk and she peeked up at him with one eye.
“Mmm,” he lowered his skull to her neck and nuzzled her. He opened his jaw slightly and ran his sharp teeth down her neck, leaving a small red mark behind. She bit her bottom lip and twisted to her back, eyeing him.
“What are you doing?” she asked, breathlessly.
“That thing you like.”