Azmere was not bashful about what he wanted and that desire was folded up on the couch cushions with her legs in the air. The tenderness he used was born of genuine love but the insatiable way he moved and the things that came through the dirty in the back of his mind originated from some place else. For a man unaccustomed to such revelries, the sounds Taurina made were sweeter than any symphony he’d ever hear and more enticing that the rolling of thunder across the Sea of Grass. These things mixed with the dance of her fingers and the contractions of her muscles; all of which drove him onward in a quest for the ultimate culmination of emotions long repressed by both himself and his love.
The Drykas’s mouth fell open in agitation when he was yanked by his hair from the sacrament of Taurina’s garden. His hands took hold of her swiftly as if to protest but her kisses silenced the upheaval. The man did not cave to her request so much as adjust his mindset to incorporate her latest need. Az had always considered himself a provider ever since he took up the mantle of ankal. While satisfying this type of need was not a duty for the leader, he was so tied to the Ethaefal that he raced through every ounce of knowledge he possessed to find ways that would ease the suffering of her lust-filled heart. Desire was pain if left to want and the scarred man refused to let any shred of Taurina’s longing go unfulfilled.
His eyes widened when their mouths danced but he took to it quickly, enough so that he created a game where one tried to pin the other. It was a strange sensation but a wonderful feeling especially to share the salivating delight that she had blessed upon his lips with her fruit. He wanted her to hit that place again where her back arched and she emitted a rumble of thunder that let him know her body loved his touch as much as her heart. As alive as her body had been while he performed his selfless acts of exploration, her return upon his own flesh had set him on fire. Voices called from within the muscles and nerves of his own form to act, to move and quickly. This would never do for such a treasured moment.
While Taurina engaged his core, his lips and his passion, Azmere set his hands and mind to work by adjusting some of the pillows and cushions upon the couch. It was an idle task, but vital as he wiggled his hips a bit so her thighs had an even space to rest on his sides. Hands scooped the small woman against him and connected their lusts as their hearts had always been. The impact was slow, gradual but as intense as a blacksmith’s forge. He let his weigh settle naturally while his arms bound her against his chest. Kisses were broken and began as a muse strikes an artist but they had slowed since the two had become one.
Azmere kept his eyes open. The blue and gold orbs searched through the caramel oceans for the soul that seemed to belong to his own. He could not dream of anything so pleasant as this- as amazing as this. His mind struggled to process the feelings, both emotion and physical, that saturated him to the point where his sweat was laced with joy, relief and need. As the last bits of space between them vanished, a big hand found the back of her head and fingers curled into her hair. The hold was strong, unbreakable and possessive but there was no anger or haste in these actions. The scarred face leaned in until his lips brushed Taurina’s and their breath became a shared source of vitality. “All my life I’ve wanted to know what my purpose is…” He inhaled her exhale, licked his lips and kissed her sweetly but quickly went back to the frame where all was still and they had meshed completely. His idle hand pulled her thigh tightly to his hip and held her there with a pressure that was clearly being restrained as if his inner longing wanted to explode. “It’s you, Taurina.” The eyes were serious, wet with love but as steady as the stone of the earth. “To belong to you is why I am here…” Another soft kiss aided by the hand upon the back of her head. “And to own you.”
Az lifted her head to him this time, the contest for who could control the other’s lips ensued with a splash of fire but it was merely a sideshow that forced him to close his eyes. He lifted his hips and felt the cold air rush in between them and address the void as an enemy. Steadily, he removed the threat as heat once more covered them entirely where their bodies converged. A rhythm was created and built upon that grew in both size, speed and intensity but it was a slow process. The weathered hands made certain to always support the tanned Drykas who rested beneath him for she also sat upon the throne of his spirit and as such she was treated like an empress. Every move he made was to bring her joy. Every sound he uttered was to give her comfort and every time they connectedfully, the lightning that struck through his heart etched another piece of her name into the man. This was truth. This was life. This was everything and Taurina was the key to it all.
The Drykas’s mouth fell open in agitation when he was yanked by his hair from the sacrament of Taurina’s garden. His hands took hold of her swiftly as if to protest but her kisses silenced the upheaval. The man did not cave to her request so much as adjust his mindset to incorporate her latest need. Az had always considered himself a provider ever since he took up the mantle of ankal. While satisfying this type of need was not a duty for the leader, he was so tied to the Ethaefal that he raced through every ounce of knowledge he possessed to find ways that would ease the suffering of her lust-filled heart. Desire was pain if left to want and the scarred man refused to let any shred of Taurina’s longing go unfulfilled.
His eyes widened when their mouths danced but he took to it quickly, enough so that he created a game where one tried to pin the other. It was a strange sensation but a wonderful feeling especially to share the salivating delight that she had blessed upon his lips with her fruit. He wanted her to hit that place again where her back arched and she emitted a rumble of thunder that let him know her body loved his touch as much as her heart. As alive as her body had been while he performed his selfless acts of exploration, her return upon his own flesh had set him on fire. Voices called from within the muscles and nerves of his own form to act, to move and quickly. This would never do for such a treasured moment.
While Taurina engaged his core, his lips and his passion, Azmere set his hands and mind to work by adjusting some of the pillows and cushions upon the couch. It was an idle task, but vital as he wiggled his hips a bit so her thighs had an even space to rest on his sides. Hands scooped the small woman against him and connected their lusts as their hearts had always been. The impact was slow, gradual but as intense as a blacksmith’s forge. He let his weigh settle naturally while his arms bound her against his chest. Kisses were broken and began as a muse strikes an artist but they had slowed since the two had become one.
Azmere kept his eyes open. The blue and gold orbs searched through the caramel oceans for the soul that seemed to belong to his own. He could not dream of anything so pleasant as this- as amazing as this. His mind struggled to process the feelings, both emotion and physical, that saturated him to the point where his sweat was laced with joy, relief and need. As the last bits of space between them vanished, a big hand found the back of her head and fingers curled into her hair. The hold was strong, unbreakable and possessive but there was no anger or haste in these actions. The scarred face leaned in until his lips brushed Taurina’s and their breath became a shared source of vitality. “All my life I’ve wanted to know what my purpose is…” He inhaled her exhale, licked his lips and kissed her sweetly but quickly went back to the frame where all was still and they had meshed completely. His idle hand pulled her thigh tightly to his hip and held her there with a pressure that was clearly being restrained as if his inner longing wanted to explode. “It’s you, Taurina.” The eyes were serious, wet with love but as steady as the stone of the earth. “To belong to you is why I am here…” Another soft kiss aided by the hand upon the back of her head. “And to own you.”
Az lifted her head to him this time, the contest for who could control the other’s lips ensued with a splash of fire but it was merely a sideshow that forced him to close his eyes. He lifted his hips and felt the cold air rush in between them and address the void as an enemy. Steadily, he removed the threat as heat once more covered them entirely where their bodies converged. A rhythm was created and built upon that grew in both size, speed and intensity but it was a slow process. The weathered hands made certain to always support the tanned Drykas who rested beneath him for she also sat upon the throne of his spirit and as such she was treated like an empress. Every move he made was to bring her joy. Every sound he uttered was to give her comfort and every time they connectedfully, the lightning that struck through his heart etched another piece of her name into the man. This was truth. This was life. This was everything and Taurina was the key to it all.