The kelvic shifted up against the headboard, his naked body rippling in fantastic sensations brought on by the friction of a smaller and fairer form. His black eyes were open with wonder and a dazed sort of bliss that one might find on the face of a drug den inhabitant. His muscles ached from a combination of working most of a shift and spending the rest of his strength and stamina on satisfying the unsung desires of the Lady Craven. Allister couldn’t think of a time when she looked more beautiful than right now. The stress that she normally carried about in rigid lines of tension which held her back straight and neck taut were gone. Instead, the nubile goddess sat atop him in a splendor of relaxation and carelessness that suited her well. As she ate the muffin and took time to feed him, the young shifter felt like praying. He wanted to thank someone for his good fortune and the joy that he felt as he listened to her enjoy the delectable treats.
Allister wanted to answer. His hand went idly to the shark tooth fetish that his maiden had created for him. The once owner of the tooth was in pieces beneath their deck. It was his demise that led to the discovery of the tin. The black eyes smiled up to his woman. “I found it on the deck below here.” He planned to tell her more but Madeira closed the tin and opened it to find another muffin. She stuffed a hunk into his partially open mouth which he greedily consumed. As her fingers pulled away, the hyena pressed his lips down and sucked the sticky sweetness from them. The way she straddled him kept his body warm but it also made his made him want her again...more. His hands fell upon her hips as his grin spread over his face.
The events of the previous night were like some kind of dream. Allister wasn’t aware such feelings existed or could be shared but he was more devoted to the spiritist now than ever before. Mind body and soul, he had pledged to her and in recent weeks, she had neglected every part of him. It had made him bitter and jealous -things he had never felt before. With those experiences and the hurricane that was their time together in the bunk, the kelvic now had a deeper understanding of the emotions that he felt when he looked over the skinny girl and her nearly flawless skin. She was like porcelain and silk and the more he thought about her and focused upon the milky complexion, the more his grip tightened. He pulled down on the pointy hips and flexed his bottom to gently lift his pelvis. He was awake and so was the part of him that fueled his urges.
Then the strangest thing happened. She thanked him. Allister’s face lost the rapscallion charm as pure love filled his ghastly skin, dark eyes and thin lips. His fingers curled into her flesh with a kneading roll of pressure that could be seen as it filled his body. Muscles tightened and shadows deepened along the lines of his physique. Her tracing fingers and massaging hands sent ripples of pleasure along his every nerve as he tried to find the words to say to receive her gratitude. His mouth opened to speak but nothing came out. His arms flexed and his hands carved higher on her body. The strain and action was meant to draw her down to him -to eliminate that pesky space between them. He trembled underneath her for several ticks in a rising wave of emotion that was leading him back to a place that reminded him of last night. Then the words came into his mind.
Allister was not smart and, sometimes, the most basic of concepts took a few extra breaths to get from one place to another. Even after the long pause, he still finished her thought. Thank you for last night. It was… “Perfect.” A hand slipped from her side and floated up to caress her cheek and hold her jaw in his hand. “I don’t know why it happened and I don’t care.” The other hand on her side found a hand of dainty fingers and pressed it to his lips then held the back of her hand against his cheek. “I’ve never felt so alive or so happy. Happy doesn’t seem like a good word. I’m sorry if I hurt you but you opened the bond and it had been so long that I just tried to give you want you needed and I…” The former slave realized he was rambling and went silent. He smiled at her with his entire being. He felt silly and blushed a little bit. Without saying anything else, he rubbed his thumb against her cheek and kissed her fingers one at a time on the tips. The boiling feelings of love and devotion stirred in his lions once more and when she asked him the question of another round, he simply rolled his hips up like a wave into her. His body answered.
The little ghost’s voice broke into the room like sunlight through curtains and it startled Allister but no half as much as the reaction of the blonde who sat on top of him. The way she fled his body left him cold and scared. He even pushed up against the headboard a bit more despite not feeling a desire to do so. The blanket covered him and his eyes took in the completely nude figure of Miss Craven and he found his blood boiling with lust. Her scarlet-tinged cheeks and chest highlighted the puffy lips and blue eyes while her messy blonde hair looked like it was perfectly disheveled. The way she sat, twisted her body and did her best to moderately maintain herself in the presence of the little dead girl made Allister desire the spiritist even more. The view he had was different than what Emma saw. Black beady eyes followed the scent of the woman as she clenched her ache while answering the ghost’s questions. His nostrils flared and the raging desires bubbled and manifested which caused the sheet to rise. Only once Madeira saw the phenomenon did Allister bend his knees beneath the fabric to conceal his excitement.
When Madeira laughed, Allister initially just watched. It was a strange thing like she didn’t know how to make the noise at first but then it grew into something pure and unrestricted. Her laugh was as thing of beauty just like her and it made Allister smile. Soon the kelvic was laughing, too, though he had less of a notion as to why. When it passed and she crawled to him, he placed hands gently on her body and stroked her as one touches a musical instrument. Then she drew away and said she had to leave. Allister blinked then sighed. All things have their time, he supposed.
“Madeira, I have to tell you something.” His eyes were serious but he still held the sheepish grin brought on by her body’s exposed state and the whirling memories from last night. “It’s important and...I don’t want to keep it from you.” He took her hand and pulled her back down to the bed. He leaned up and put his hands around one of hers. “I think...I mean. Hmm.” the words weren’t there. Petch. “I found the tin but I wasn’t alone.” He watched her face carefully as he continued. “That boy, that fool,” The word was like poison in the kelvic’s mouth as he spat, “he thought to take you from me. He thought himself worthy of you and I had to straighten him out.”
Allister leaned closer, his body, though larger, somehow filtered in against her to a place of submission, his face pressed against her collarbone and the hot breath, thick with molasses muffin cascaded against her neck. His hands still clasped her own. “He was strong but he didn’t realize that your love makes me stronger and I put him down.” The kelvic squeezed with an ever increasing grip upon her as his eyes took a faraway look while the scene was replayed in his mind. “I beat him. I beat him sound but I knew that the sailors wouldn’t stand for it. Not after what happened on the ship from Alvadas.” Allister’s former experience with a sailing crew had nearly gotten them all killed when he crossed members of the crew to do what he felt was right for Madeira. “I made sure he’ll never tell anyone.” The black eyes looked back up to Madeira’s blue pools of majestic soul. “He can’t tell anyone and no one will find him, I promise.”
The hyena slid into her more but also down into a more subservient state, his face resting even with her bosom, his sides having parted her legs as his waist and knees dropped to the ground. “Please don’t be mad at me, Madeira. I did it for you.” The rapid pace of rambling and scrambling for a hold took over. In the bond, he pleaded for her understanding and forgiveness. He tried to convince her that his motives were purely in her interest. “I did it for you. I do everything for you. He can’t bother you anymore and they’ll never know.” Allister sank further towards the floor, hands clutching hers and his face now resting upon her thigh. He was afraid she would cut off the bond again. They way she had sealed him from her emotions for weeks had nearly drove him mad. He wasn’t sure how he would survive if she did that again. With his eyes focused on her navel, he let go of his anxiety as his body went heavy on to her leg.
Allister’s cheek flattened against the flesh where his mouth and fingers had so thoroughly explored in the night. “Please don’t be mad at me. I did it for you. For you, I’d do anything. I love you. I need you. Madeira, I did it for you.” Over and over again, words filtered from his lips in soft whimpers and tangents. The kelvic clung to to the place where he had fallen against Madeira’s leg. He had told her his secret and now he would come to realize his deepest fear...or greatest dream.
Allister wanted to answer. His hand went idly to the shark tooth fetish that his maiden had created for him. The once owner of the tooth was in pieces beneath their deck. It was his demise that led to the discovery of the tin. The black eyes smiled up to his woman. “I found it on the deck below here.” He planned to tell her more but Madeira closed the tin and opened it to find another muffin. She stuffed a hunk into his partially open mouth which he greedily consumed. As her fingers pulled away, the hyena pressed his lips down and sucked the sticky sweetness from them. The way she straddled him kept his body warm but it also made his made him want her again...more. His hands fell upon her hips as his grin spread over his face.
The events of the previous night were like some kind of dream. Allister wasn’t aware such feelings existed or could be shared but he was more devoted to the spiritist now than ever before. Mind body and soul, he had pledged to her and in recent weeks, she had neglected every part of him. It had made him bitter and jealous -things he had never felt before. With those experiences and the hurricane that was their time together in the bunk, the kelvic now had a deeper understanding of the emotions that he felt when he looked over the skinny girl and her nearly flawless skin. She was like porcelain and silk and the more he thought about her and focused upon the milky complexion, the more his grip tightened. He pulled down on the pointy hips and flexed his bottom to gently lift his pelvis. He was awake and so was the part of him that fueled his urges.
Then the strangest thing happened. She thanked him. Allister’s face lost the rapscallion charm as pure love filled his ghastly skin, dark eyes and thin lips. His fingers curled into her flesh with a kneading roll of pressure that could be seen as it filled his body. Muscles tightened and shadows deepened along the lines of his physique. Her tracing fingers and massaging hands sent ripples of pleasure along his every nerve as he tried to find the words to say to receive her gratitude. His mouth opened to speak but nothing came out. His arms flexed and his hands carved higher on her body. The strain and action was meant to draw her down to him -to eliminate that pesky space between them. He trembled underneath her for several ticks in a rising wave of emotion that was leading him back to a place that reminded him of last night. Then the words came into his mind.
Allister was not smart and, sometimes, the most basic of concepts took a few extra breaths to get from one place to another. Even after the long pause, he still finished her thought. Thank you for last night. It was… “Perfect.” A hand slipped from her side and floated up to caress her cheek and hold her jaw in his hand. “I don’t know why it happened and I don’t care.” The other hand on her side found a hand of dainty fingers and pressed it to his lips then held the back of her hand against his cheek. “I’ve never felt so alive or so happy. Happy doesn’t seem like a good word. I’m sorry if I hurt you but you opened the bond and it had been so long that I just tried to give you want you needed and I…” The former slave realized he was rambling and went silent. He smiled at her with his entire being. He felt silly and blushed a little bit. Without saying anything else, he rubbed his thumb against her cheek and kissed her fingers one at a time on the tips. The boiling feelings of love and devotion stirred in his lions once more and when she asked him the question of another round, he simply rolled his hips up like a wave into her. His body answered.
The little ghost’s voice broke into the room like sunlight through curtains and it startled Allister but no half as much as the reaction of the blonde who sat on top of him. The way she fled his body left him cold and scared. He even pushed up against the headboard a bit more despite not feeling a desire to do so. The blanket covered him and his eyes took in the completely nude figure of Miss Craven and he found his blood boiling with lust. Her scarlet-tinged cheeks and chest highlighted the puffy lips and blue eyes while her messy blonde hair looked like it was perfectly disheveled. The way she sat, twisted her body and did her best to moderately maintain herself in the presence of the little dead girl made Allister desire the spiritist even more. The view he had was different than what Emma saw. Black beady eyes followed the scent of the woman as she clenched her ache while answering the ghost’s questions. His nostrils flared and the raging desires bubbled and manifested which caused the sheet to rise. Only once Madeira saw the phenomenon did Allister bend his knees beneath the fabric to conceal his excitement.
When Madeira laughed, Allister initially just watched. It was a strange thing like she didn’t know how to make the noise at first but then it grew into something pure and unrestricted. Her laugh was as thing of beauty just like her and it made Allister smile. Soon the kelvic was laughing, too, though he had less of a notion as to why. When it passed and she crawled to him, he placed hands gently on her body and stroked her as one touches a musical instrument. Then she drew away and said she had to leave. Allister blinked then sighed. All things have their time, he supposed.
“Madeira, I have to tell you something.” His eyes were serious but he still held the sheepish grin brought on by her body’s exposed state and the whirling memories from last night. “It’s important and...I don’t want to keep it from you.” He took her hand and pulled her back down to the bed. He leaned up and put his hands around one of hers. “I think...I mean. Hmm.” the words weren’t there. Petch. “I found the tin but I wasn’t alone.” He watched her face carefully as he continued. “That boy, that fool,” The word was like poison in the kelvic’s mouth as he spat, “he thought to take you from me. He thought himself worthy of you and I had to straighten him out.”
Allister leaned closer, his body, though larger, somehow filtered in against her to a place of submission, his face pressed against her collarbone and the hot breath, thick with molasses muffin cascaded against her neck. His hands still clasped her own. “He was strong but he didn’t realize that your love makes me stronger and I put him down.” The kelvic squeezed with an ever increasing grip upon her as his eyes took a faraway look while the scene was replayed in his mind. “I beat him. I beat him sound but I knew that the sailors wouldn’t stand for it. Not after what happened on the ship from Alvadas.” Allister’s former experience with a sailing crew had nearly gotten them all killed when he crossed members of the crew to do what he felt was right for Madeira. “I made sure he’ll never tell anyone.” The black eyes looked back up to Madeira’s blue pools of majestic soul. “He can’t tell anyone and no one will find him, I promise.”
The hyena slid into her more but also down into a more subservient state, his face resting even with her bosom, his sides having parted her legs as his waist and knees dropped to the ground. “Please don’t be mad at me, Madeira. I did it for you.” The rapid pace of rambling and scrambling for a hold took over. In the bond, he pleaded for her understanding and forgiveness. He tried to convince her that his motives were purely in her interest. “I did it for you. I do everything for you. He can’t bother you anymore and they’ll never know.” Allister sank further towards the floor, hands clutching hers and his face now resting upon her thigh. He was afraid she would cut off the bond again. They way she had sealed him from her emotions for weeks had nearly drove him mad. He wasn’t sure how he would survive if she did that again. With his eyes focused on her navel, he let go of his anxiety as his body went heavy on to her leg.
Allister’s cheek flattened against the flesh where his mouth and fingers had so thoroughly explored in the night. “Please don’t be mad at me. I did it for you. For you, I’d do anything. I love you. I need you. Madeira, I did it for you.” Over and over again, words filtered from his lips in soft whimpers and tangents. The kelvic clung to to the place where he had fallen against Madeira’s leg. He had told her his secret and now he would come to realize his deepest fear...or greatest dream.
