It hadn’t take them long to cross back through the Mansion and down to the grounds, the open areas made it easy for such activities but Kane had chosen a more secluded area toward the outer edges of the grounds, this would ensure they were left alone, but have more than enough moonlight to work with, several long hung lanterns also added light to the area.
Kane stepped onto the grass, pulling off his cloak and weapons tossing them beside one of the lanterns, squatting with his knees apart hands placed to the ground.
“My second favourite offer this evening” He smiled waving his hand across the combat area “We will be uninterrupted here, we can be as loud as we desire” His last words were more indicative of other intent than the actual spar, but he was determined to allow whatever events came next to happen as natural as possible.
Aishani walked at his side, silent still, while only the echo of her boots on the ground announced her presence, as well as her lingering scent that tickled his senses. He caught the faint sound of the leathers that whispered upon her legs with each pull of muscles to their stroll to the designated location.
She paused taking in the surroundings with a sweep of her golden eye, moving to lightly rapt on a lantern with a finger, Aishani was a little distance away and her scent was still present but not as overwhelming with the proximity to each other. She turned back to look at him, her sensual lips curling into a sinister smirk with his squat hands placed on the ground. Her fingertips made quick removal of her weapons belt and even each venomous strap at her thighs.
"You want me, Kane? Come and get me." She beckoned him with open arms and a flicking gesture of her hands at the wrist. "...the trick is you have to catch me."
Kane wondered if she were aware of his greatest trick, legend told of him been able to seemingly be in one place then another almost instantly, a slight exaggeration as he vanished amid a flurry of emerald flame only to reappear behind her his hand catching hers turning her to face, immediately he felt her scent drown him almost throwing his guard, he gave a playful smile before he pressed in tight against her just for a moment he pinned her arm behind her and her body tight to his, before moving back and circling slowly
“I think this may be just what we both need” Kane stated in a soft tone the edge now of his keen sense for her
As he appeared behind her after the flurry of emerald flame, Kane heard a gasp with his hands to hers and the spin stirring that miraculous scent. Now, he caught the expression on her features, the surprise was stunning as the mask was dropped for the moment. Pressed against her, Aishani's figure appeared to curl with a snug fit, Kane now felt the exquisite mounds supported by the under breast corset crushed into his chest and her heart...was thundering as though ready to burst forth from the restrictive rib cage.
To the release, her silken skin that held at her wrist in the previous pin of her arms back, haunted his senses as the aroma from her was intense. "H...How did...?" She shook her head, while still there was no fears in her features, though, utter surprise and astonishment.
As he began to circle her like predator to the next kill, she watched him and the moment he reached the blind spot of her back, Aishani did a series of movements. The grace of her body now was revealed to him in the near perfection of the elite training, stalking him now, as the expression disappeared to be replaced by that smooth mask.
Abruptly she went running forward to him, which was an open run, then leapt up. While in mid-air, Aishani disappeared, only to appear behind him with a sweep of her legs to catch him off guard, in order to fall. In the effect of such, would she straddle him and grasp his wrists to pin above his head, while female and very trained, it would not be a surprise to her strength, but, it appeared to be nearly unnaturally so. "Tell me, how you did that?"
The feeling of her pinning his arms over his head was a unique place to be for him, as his eyes settled on hers, he twisted beneath her just to test her balance against him quickly figuring he wasn’t about to simply buck her free of him. He drew a soft breath with a smile.
“Allegedly vampires turn into bats; sadly I never figured that particular trick out. However my father’s side have a particularly useful trick we call displacement, the ability to move from one point to another using the natural flow of the realm, there is of course the fact you must know exactly where you’re going or the results are less than predictable”
As he finished talking he snapped his wrists down just for a moment throwing her balance as his hand would break free of her grip he reached up catching the back of her neck and pulling her aside in one single motion rolling through, taking a position not to different to the one she had pinned him with. His knees straddling just above her hips, each hand pinning one of hers his body curved up above her just barely touching her, his face hovered just above her own, he could taste her clear in that moment the scent of her entrancing every part of him.
“Now I’ve given away my secret, how do intoxicate a man so deeply that in a short period of time his mind can think of no one but you?” It was a strange revelation that he would admit her effect on him. Between been sure she wasn’t trying to kill him he was sure their connection was oddly deepening with each moment they spent with one another.
Aishani grunted softly to the transition, now, beneath him with her own wrists pinned above her head. Her breathing had quickened, causing her bosom to rise and fall rapidly, twisting her wrists in his hold and testing the grasp. Her skin was still wrapped in that satin texture, now, even he could feel the heat her body radiated and the maddening flow of the crimson life in her veins. Within the close proximity of his face to her own, the moist breath washing over his face with the entirety of her delicious scent wafting as well.
"My curse is your gift...I too can utilize the displacement, but, I refer to it as blink. It is a singular ability that requires no ties to the realm to be manipulated. I was marked since the day of my birth; the runes allow such to be present." She paused, rolling her hips in an attempt to be rid of him above her. "I was raised...to seduce men, dominate them. But, I do not warrant any forced control as the women of my kind. I left that life behind when I ventured to the surface. My seduction must be meant for you and you alone. Because, I am unaware of doing such."
She closed the distance now, the warmth of those plush lips crushed against his own. Sweet and warm. Just beneath the surface, Kane sensed the rush of the blood. Now, her lips worked against his in the instigation of a kiss, her presence all-encompassing now and drowning him in the taste and scent of this exotic creature pinned beneath him.
He didn’t fight, simply melted into the entanglement of the kiss his body now coming down tight against hers, he could feel the rise and fall of her chest as his hands let go of hers slipping down her wrists softly down over fore arm and her elbows and down along her shoulders holding just above her breasts.
As he drew back from the kiss his was evidently aware of himself pressing hard against her abdomen, a slight flush caught him as the winds swept between them the moment fraught with passion and desire.
To the release of her wrists, the ripples of fabric graced his fingertips to the pathway that lead down her arms in the halt above her glorious mounds. The thundering of her raging passion was articulated in the press of her body so tightly against his, one leg lofted to tangle within his, anchoring him to her.
When he drew back, Aishani suckled upon the retreating flesh of his lower lip, a smack speaking of the separation to the locked embrace forged by unbridled desire and carnal passion. Her golden eye fixed upon him, humming softly in the shadow his position cast upon her from the lanterns, the milky hue appearing to focus as well with the grizzly scar drawn down her brow and across her nose to her cheek.
Beneath the tunic, that lazily hung down her shoulder to expose her ashen skin, in the light, against the cream coloured fabric, he caught the faintest flicker of light that cast the shadow to a dark pert buds beneath ensuing in a rise of the fabric. Speaking the clear arousal such brought upon her physical essence.
But, those lush lips curled into a slow coiling smirk, taunting him even in the absence. His lips throbbed in the past possession of her own, yearning to claim and crush the distance again, the flutter of her breathing dusted across his features. That scent that taunted him, drew him in and suffocated him, now completely consumed him.
A hand lifted now, the fingerless gloves offering exposure of her digits. Caressing the side of his neck, upwards was the back of her nails, and then in the downward stroke was the gentle stimulating brush of her nails. This repeated, again and again, a strong stimulus. The sexual tension between the two was defiantly thick; so much in fact, even a burning blade would not be able to shatter.
Kane watched just for a moment before letting his hands slip up and over her breasts, just enough pressure to make her aware of his actions, his eyes remained on hers soft despite his body already drowning in her.
He let his hands work down her body slowly then back to pull her up to him capturing her in another deep kiss, his arms wrapping around the back of her neck keeping her close in that single deep kiss.
Their eyes remained locked on each other; a strange way of assessing the other, yet, this was not for the conflict but measuring the intense desire of the other. As his hands roamed upwards and upon her bosom, now, he felt the heat beneath his fingertips radiating beyond the fabric of her tunic, even the light rub of the pert treasures beneath upon his palm. Her head tilted back, as her luscious lips parted in a truly intoxicating sound of pleasure to his simple, yet, taunting action.
The depth of this kiss was completely different than the prior one, her response was not in all investigatory but brash. Aishani's slick muscle broke past the gate of his lips, twirling the tip of his with her own, instigating the erotic dance. The plush lips kneaded upon his, essentially demanding in a suction to draw back within her mouth. A hand of her own, slithering within the dark threads of his hair, tangling the hair into her fingers with intense kneading against his scalp.
Abruptly, yanking his head back and tearing her lips away from his with an articulate smack, the warmth of her kiss transferred to his neck in a harsh bite, now, curling both her legs to tangle within his keeping him from escaping. Following after was the intent of leaving indentations on the surface, the tongue sweeping apologetically to his throbbing flesh. Only second after the transition, the glide of the slick and moist muscle travelled upwards to suckle with intensity upon his lobe.
Her scent was incredible, fuelling the fires in Kane's mind, after the suckling to his lobe lessened; she parted with a blow upon the moistened flesh. Aishani, then, guided her lips, soft and supple with a fraction down from the sensitive connector flesh of his lobe to face, tracing the strong jawline. "You taste...magnificent..." Aishani whispered in a purr, thick and drawling in lust.
Kane moaned a low deep growl as she bit against his flesh, his body ignited with a deeper need that sent his sense spiralling in all directions, he could taste her scent as it ripped through him, his mind spun in a furious mix of passion and complete need.
His face was now crossed between a deep seated hunger for her and the desire to simply take her in that moment, his hands slipped to the hem of her shirt slowly beginning to ease it up, his need to see the flesh beneath now leading their passionate encounter.
As his fingers found the fabric of her tunic, it was in that moment that Kane would realize there was more than just her tunic. The black leather under bust corset, the buckles at the sides gleaming wickedly at his forgotten memory. Now, she lay upon her back, that golden eye glowing, yet, focused on him entirely. Her bosom rising and falling between the speeds of her breathing, then she accepted his advance and guided his hands to the buckles at each side, silently instructing him with her touch but never once removing her gaze from his own. Once he began to understand, her hands lifted to prance with the fingertips caressing up and then lightly toying with his skin by her nails down in a gentle touch.
She was exotic beneath him, as the whispering promise of the buckles chimed in being undone; Aishani sat up to gather the accessory, an arm around his shoulder. But guided him back to sit with his ankles tucked beneath his bottom, slipping within his lap, powerful legs wrapped around his waist to lock behind.
Again her lips dove, to nudge his dark threads from the veil of his ear with her nose, perfectly suckling again on his lobe. This time though, the tip of her tongue flicked upon the flesh within her kneading lips, incited with a new sense of her teeth lightly nibbling. But, in that moment, her scent was so close to his nose, mouth-watering with the musk of excitement, danger and whispering of floral. It was difficult to describe the scent, but, all was known it sung to him down into his very deepest core. Then a soft growl tickled the flesh in a vibration, caused the fine hairs to tremble, but the melting sound of a muffled moan added the luxurious texture and fire to the already blazing moments of passion.
With gentle ease he managed to free the buckles of the under bust corset, easing it from her shoulders as it sunk to the ground with a dull thud his hands roamed the flesh of her back, feeling her nipping against his ear a reminder she was the one with control in that moment, his body ached in ways it hadn’t in a long time, it was now he finally allowed himself to place soft kisses against the flesh of her shoulder, each one light and momentary.
His hands slipped along her spine curling slightly to drag his nails downward, gentle yet enough to feel, before pressing his hands flat to her skin and running them back to her shoulders to repeat the process. Another well placed kiss against the flesh of her neck just above the collar bone before allowing a fang to nick the flesh just enough to draw a drop of blood which he captured with his tongue allowing it to spread across his tongue before sinking down his throat the taste incredibly and unusually sweet, his mind spun for those few moments before the realisation settled to him.
“Mmm sweet and pure perhaps?” His voice heated with pleasure low against her ear
The flesh of her back was not entirely smooth, but his fingers brushed upon the risen webbing of scars that wrapped her back like another set of cloth. On his investigation, he discovered the horrid past was only on the centre of her back with a few scars extending up over her shoulder blades and down to the delicate contour of her back. Though, proceeding beneath the scars, was the excellent contours of a powerful back wrapped in the flesh of this exotic female.
Her arm that secured her closeness to him, caused her bosom to suffer against his chest, now with the under breast corset removed the tunic on her body slipped to expose the contour of her shoulder all the way down to her elbow, clearly this was nearly falling off her figure.
There was a brief moment, when his fang nicked her skin, as a hot knife through butter, the bead of her blood trickled upon the tip of his tongue to slither deeper. A hiss parted her lips in a display of surprise, though, not more than an instant after the purr of her gratification was instilled. The intensity of her lavish attention to his lobe increased the nibbling beginning to instigate a sharper pressure. As the taste was delicious, ambrosial, and indescribably intoxicating. Her hand lofted curling at the nape of his neck and kneading with a kitten-like precision.
Aishani released the suction upon his lobe with the ever present scrape of her teeth against the flesh, her golden eyes looked to him, intense and burning at his words. Slowly, her plush lips transformed into a sly and devious smirk, while there was the possibility many would run with the enigmatic response. Instead, she leaned forward, running the tip of her nose against his jawline and then rolled her lips to linger a hairs width from his. When she spoke, the purr was undeniably thick with lust and desire. "Define...pure..."
His eyes watched her just for a moment before he breathed his response “Pure as in untouched with another, I would have said innocent but” he kissed her throat softly then back to her mouth just for a moment a lingering kiss “I would say we are far from innocent”
He could feel the awkwardness of him pressed tightly against her, her legs keeping him in position would allow her to feel the strain beneath, his heart seemingly skipping each beat as their need built even further.
The intense hunger for her now sat in the very centre of him, things were building to a passionate height that they would both not forget quickly, but the gentleman or the lord in him prevented him from simply taking her without at least knowing he may cause her even a moments discomfort, most wouldn’t wait and he did not intend to wait either but in that moment he needed to know, to him the blood of the pure was far richer than any other.
Aishani tilted her head to the side, allowing for her dreads to shift and expose her neck, that was flecked with the beauty of scars of past. Her eyes closed as that soft rumbling purr of pleasure dripped past her lips, then, she looked to him with that beautiful golden hue, tongue sweeping across her lips to give chase in the absence of his own.
"I'm neither innocent, sweet....nor pure in the sense of intentions. But...if you mean that I have not been...fucked..." The last word was spoken in a very seductive manner, sensual in the whisper. "No one has touched my treasure, either front nor back." Without waiting for his reaction, he felt a pull in his surroundings.
First, he noticed the weight in his lap was absent, as well as Aishani's heat. Then a blur settled, Aishani was on hands and knees before him, her golden eyes fixed on him. Opting on the appearance of a predator stalking prey, though, this was much more sensual. The tunic hung open, with little to conceal the view of the beauteous bosom hidden within the tunic. Crawling to stop before him, tucking her ankles beneath her bottom, fingertips working on the fastens to his leggings.
Two slender fingers slithering into the slot to uncover his prized possession, moistening her lips to the grandeur. "You have tasted me. It is my turn to taste you." Before, a protest could be made, her head dove forward with a slender hand supporting the manhood, at first gliding her slick tongue upon the surface to pause, suckling lightly to toy with the thin wrapping of flesh. Her eyes watching him, as her lips began to suckle at the spongy shell, the tip of her tongue flicking within the slit at the crown. Lips lowering to suckle a few times, then it happened.
Initially it was the wave of heat that crashed against him, as the entire length of his meat was crammed within her drooling locker. Even curving at the back of her throat, the angle of her chin and head allowed for the ease of access. But, by the flare of her delicate nostrils it was clear that this impended her breathing significantly. Then it was the settle of her lavish scent that washed over him time and time again, similar to the tides on a stormy shore. The pin of her tongue was only momentary, while writhing free to stroke the fleshy tube. Two fingers slithered within the slit of his leggings to pose a higher stimulant to the flesh encased jewels.
Her eyes lofted, the golden hue nearly blazing with unrepentant desire, even still, those, lush lashes offering a crescent shadow upon her cheeks, plump full of his manly pride and even stretched the lips in the sheer girth. Then the growl occurred, vibrating upon his buried tube as a fleshy tuning rod. That is when, her head began to move slowly at first, but, the natural suction of the massive size acclimated to her mouth. Again and again, her throat was abused by the cruel head, yet, this appeared to push her further.
Her words prickled across his consciousness as he felt her move free only for her to catch his manhood drawing a deep moan from him, his hands sank to the grass as his back arced back his mind once more stirred by her scent.
As her mouth sunk down his length he moaned this time deeper and yet somehow softer as she took the lead in the first true sexual act between them, he watched her as she set her own rhythm each time taking him down with ease as he squirmed awkwardly beneath her. Her scent seemed to stir in him the longer she carried her act until finally his whole body held tense a low whimper as he instinctively snapped his hand to hold her back just a moment as he flooded into her mouth with a deep shudder.
At his awkward stir, she lifted both her hands to grasp him by the hips to insist for him to remain still. The more he stirred the faster her speed increased and the deeper she guided his fleshy tube down her throat; her sounds were muffled with the sacred parcel in her mouth.
When his hand moved to instinctively pull Aishani back, it appeared that she already acknowledged before he even had the procession to the ultimate end. To the twitch that rocked within her throat, the fleshy tube inflated and his milky sustenance flowed. Her eyes that were consistently locked on him, closed while the gulping sound was heard on the indulgence of his essence. Even a small trickle of his seed glistened as such snuck from the corner of one lip, leaving a pearlescent trail.
She remained still for a moment, ensuring that he was completely satisfied, and then withdrew her lips in that instance, a small rope of his ecstasy tethering them together and snapped to the distance placed. Her breath lingering upon the spongy tip, then, methodically her tongue caressed, lips softly puckering to clean the length. Even pausing as the tip of her slick muscle and warm lips suckled upon the flesh encased jewels; one plop after another.
Aishani settled back, tucking her ankles beneath her bottom, lifting a single index finger to wipe at the pearlescent remnants that glistened on her chin, to slip past her lips. Now, the flood gates open, she appeared even more desirable, exotic and strangely landed in his world. The scent swirled around them in the gales of the gentle breeze, causing the lanterns to flicker, her tiny pink tongue licked across the plush surface of her lips. "Mmmm, amazing."
He remained still his mind lost in her scent, the moment held long enough that she may worry over him not acting, before finally he looked to her, his hair framed the young features of his face as he moved toward her placing a long soft kiss against her cheek then down finally removing the last of her upper clothes, his kisses easing down over her shoulder and down her chest, her scent raged at his senses as his free hand slipped to capture her breast gentle and yet firmer with each caress before his mouth came down to capture one nipple drawing it into his mouth his hand repeating his actions on the other nipple causing them to harden.
After a few minutes he moved back, his eyes on hers before her eased her onto her back letting his fingers caress her cheek before acting with another deep crushing kiss his hand holding her face just for a moment before he returned his attention to her naked upper body. His hands glided gently over her stomach stopping just above her waist.
“I think it’s time to deliver on your offer” His words we soft and full of intent as he eased the button apart before helping her free of her bottom half clothing, he eased her thighs apart kneeling between them and returning his mouth to her nipple. He kept enough of an arc that he might inadvertently touch her with his still exposed manhood keeping control of each deliberate action as he now trailed kisses down her body over her stomach slowing at her waist before diverting himself along her left thigh just to her knee before working back to her waist and repeating himself along her right thigh, as he worked back he stopped holding one kiss just below her hip between the supple flesh of her thigh and that of her warm sweet spot.
“I think your thighs are indeed trembling to offer me your essence?” It was statement posed as a question but he waited on her answer all the same.
Aishani remained still, watching him in his mind set, tilting her head a slight with the black feathers catching the light with a glisten and golden hue fixed on him. She turned her cheek as his lips graced the surface, a strange ritual as it happened to land upon the edge of the scar to the very surface. Aishani assisted him in the removal of her tunic, lofting her arms to grant the smooth transition.
Now, before him sat a female, while hard upon the exterior, capable of such exquisite beauty, often held in high reputation by the Drow elves. When his lips flowed down over her shoulder, a soft purr rumbled past her lips in a conscious effort to grant him the view of her pleasure to continue.
Her bosom was held in his hand, barely, as the spill flowed between his fingers, the ashen skin here was flawless and smooth, even the dark buds centred perfectly upon each round mound. Quivering in delight to the contrast of outward temperature, pert.
Unlike most virgins, she was not afraid of her own sexuality; when others would turn away, she faced it with open arms. As though, she was taught from an early age, it was nothing to be extinguished. The thought, stems from her upbringing and such in Drow society, young ones were taught and even allowed to watch sexual activities. Starting from the anatomy, to copulation, even the placement of men. Perhaps, she held a different view of her own to men.
Aishani's lips parted in the seduction of her voice, laden with the husk of pleasure, yet, when his teeth grazed over it was now apparent that she was not as soft, fragile as some, welcoming the pain that was her arousal. To his draw back, that golden eye appeared to be humming with such a desire that her breathing defiantly was increasing.
Even her scent now, drew to him; it was divine at the scent of the musk. She complied with the guidance to her back, exposed to him only on the upper half now. Her lips melted against his, eager with the rush of unbridled passion, a hand slithering to knead into the back of his neck. A gentle growl fed into the sweeps of her tongue upon his in the chase that lead him to her own heaven. Kneading and suckling on the tip. In his departure, her teeth clamped light, yet, firmly to his lower lip. But, upon his words a seductive, nearly wolfish curl formed upon her plush lips.
He had a chance to inspect her, as mostly she bore scars. The marks he saw were, different. Just at the under sternum, beneath the wondrous contour of her breasts, was a scar but this was entirely different, the pattern was in the form of a triangular shaped web with the open end pointing downwards; a pairing matching exactly was upon her skin just above her naval, opening upwards. The pattern at her naval in the travel of his hands across her abdomen, tickled his fingers, breathing of the magical properties.
Aishani kicked off her boots, lofting her hips with a delightful thrust upwards to accommodate the removal of her leather leggings. Now, this woman lay beneath him, exposed. Vulnerable and completely at his mercy, but, there was a little bite within her as well. Her legs were smooth as silk, while the power within the training stemmed but only in a whisper. To the touch of his member, a sharp intake of breath was found being brought past her lips, even if it was a passing, a choked sound caught her throat in a moan to the lavishment of affection to her bud. Her skin was incredibly sweet, indulgent with a hint of a natural spice; it was unlike anything he had the pleasure of sampling before.
The feathering of his lips appeared to cause her a sensual discomfort in the tortures of his taunts, each time his lips connected with her skin at upon her silken wrapped thighs, a hiss parted her lips but the chortle of her praise would announce. In his pause, just at that sensitive spot, his view was an exotic dew kissed flower. The outer folds were the dark ashen hue, but, the closer to the gates to her inner sanctum was a more rosy pink colour. But, the aroma that dripped into his senses was intoxicating, as he caught sight of a trickle to her juices. At his words, such was true, Aishani's thighs were softly quivering, and it was not from nervousness or fear, since that was obsolete from one such as her but the anticipation.
"Yessss..." She hissed softly through gritted teeth, a hand lowered to curl and urge him forward to her awaiting flower.
Her voice was like song to him, another kiss against her thighs before finally he sank his fangs into the soft flesh of her thighs, his nails would rake over the flesh of her stomach as he drew short streams from her allowing it to spread out over his tongue to taste her in every sense of the word, between the scent of her body and the taste of her blood his mind was simply lost.
The taste of virgin blood was always hard to ignore even for a well-travelled one like him, it was simply purer and less clogged with female hormones that could taint the taste, before the loss of blood would affect their current activities Kane broke his feed, his tongue tracing the wound to help prevent anything untoward occurring the wound would close quickly enough, as he finally turned his attention to her sweet spot, his hand crept down to gently spread her lower lips apart his free hand tracing the wetness, he placed a soft kiss against her bud before slowly tracing his tongue over it.
His fingers slipped slowly into her curling just enough to catch the top of her as his tongue worked slow flicks and long strokes against her bud, tasting her with each action.
A deep rumbling growl parted her lips with a tip of her head back with her body beautifully arched, as his fangs cut within her thigh. The smooth transition was incredible, since the muscles twitched upon reflex, the pressure tightened upon the intrusion but then relaxed. The sweet sultry crimson of her river flowed into his mouth, addicting, as never before virgin nor other had such held a delicious flavour. She turned her head to the side while, a powerful rush of her musk washed over him, literally he could feel the rush of her blood past the obstacle until release. Her thighs trembled, to each grace of his tongue upon the sensual wound.
One hand lowered to tangle her fingers within his dark thread, reining him in with her sounds and pressure to the back of his neck to allow him the sense of urgency that was tormenting her. Her nectar that already was released from her flower was aromatic as it was sweet, the applause of her voice sung praises of his pleasure upon her. Nails gently scraping his scalp beneath the dark threads, eventually the more his focus was set upon her pearl, the polishing drew honey from that glorious hive.
The free hand tended to her bosom, lost on the perpetual sea of bliss that Kane guided her upon, kneading and even plucking upon the buds with a flick of her own tongue in the stimulation. Her hips now began to roll, while the flower began to bloom, pulsing and coming to life. Just then he was met with the procession of a squirt to her ambrosial juice, meant only for him and driven by him to such an extent. Her mouth hung open with a wail of absolute joy, nearing the breaking point of screaming, the external stimulation was inciting. Unable to control her fingers in his hair, her hands slammed down into the ground, clawing at the grass while digging into the dirt for an anchor, again and again the flow graced his senses. Out of reflex from the power behind such, her body vaulted forward, grasping his hair and angling his head with a yank to collapse down upon his lips.
The kiss was deep; holding such desire, passion and wanton need for his flesh, even the growl pressed into his lips was possessive. The taste of her was swirled within the salivation of her essence, fogging his mind in this moment. Neither knew where this moment would lead in the after, but, it was abandoned to lose all self-preservation.
Kanes body reacted in a wave of desire, his lips crushing against hers passionately and hungrily, the mix of her sweet nectar and her own blood, locked in the passion of that kiss the world seemed to hold its breath for them waiting for the next moment.
Kane shifted his hands easing her forward before slowly lowering her down onto him, holding her as his hard blood filled length threatened to break through the thin flesh of her innocence, he held not wishing her pain, the heat of her wetness was inviting in such a way that one quick motion and he was fully and deep inside her, a deep low moan escaped him against her ear.
Aishani graciously adjusted to his guide, Kane felt everything now, the maddening pulse of her body and the slickness of her drooling gate. Once he breeched past, the molten folds embraced him like a lover that was lost, incredibly tight against the monstrous girth grown by Kane. Then he felt it, the hymen, ripping bit by bit, causing her body to tense upon reflex, arching back with a scream that parted her lips. The sound was sharp, but, as it lessened the beauty of her accepting him down to the hilt with the push beyond her cervix to tap at her inner-most sanctuary. He filled her completely, Aishani's body trembled, but he felt the trickle of her ambrosia crossed with blood slither down his flesh encased jewels.
Her hands curled around his shoulders, fingertips gliding into his hair, in that point a blood red ruby glistened on her lip, she had throughout the pain bitten her lip so hard to draw blood. Her golden eye were smouldering beneath the shadow of her dark lush lashes, in that moment he saw the passion as the pain was accepted, her hips began to rock and roll into him, forcing his crown to be strangled like her body was some silent assassin intending to bring pleasure to her victims. "Fuck...you feel good..."
“So do you” he managed to groan as her rhythm set his body on edge each time he slipped into her the heat was simply mind blowing, his whole body driven to insane heights by the essence of her, her scent her heat, her body tightly wrapped against his, low moans now cut from his throat each time he slipped back inside her.
After a few minutes he shifted lifting her free of him before flipping her onto her front and easing her butt into the air, his hands gripped against her thighs as he slid himself back into her, holding for just a moment before easing back out of her then driving himself into her, the slap of his hips against her ass cheeks echoing around them the sting adding that extra mix of pain into an already deepened pleasure.
She closed her eyes, set in the pure rapture of being taken by his beast, her plush lips hung open delivering the applause to the very height of the skies above, the sounds that dripped were truly hypnotic and addicting. Torn between the pleasure of her body and the carnal passion that was devouring her from the pain of this penetrating contact.
Her body argued in the withdrawal of his pleasure tool, providing a lewd plop, allowing for him in this transition. Propping herself up on her forearms, tousling the dreads to the side in a glance over her shoulder upon him, the expression on her face was positively stunning and seductive. Her behind was lofted to offer him a quick wink of the juices and blood that trickled down the inside of her thigh. Now, he saw the supple behind that was a shapely design of a heart, the dark pucker with a pink centre just above the main goal of her flower.
As he slide into her, she pushed up on the palms of her hands to be on all fours, the contour of her scar webbed back dipping. The heat of her folds tightening around his impenetrable force, causing her to cry out; to this angle he completely breeched the gate to her inner sanctum to wreak havoc upon the very back of this most sacred place. Suddenly, she crumbled down to the ground, all support taken away when his thrusting began. The plush pillows of her bosom suffering upon the grass, then, he would realize the reason for such when her hands rounded to extend back to place on either half-moon. Her fingers spread the valley wide enough, for Kane to witness his glistening tool plunging deep into her gate, the fine pink muscles clinging to such on his withdrawal.
The harder he pushed, the louder her voice sounded and it was apparent she enjoyed the thin threshold between pleasure and pain. Each clap of his hips against her, caused her half-moons to jiggle and display the force at which he was claiming her, even the wet smacking of his fleshy sacks upon her pearl added to the music of this intense moment.
Suddenly, he felt as though, his tool was being squeezed so tightly it would be swallowed by her hungry body. Then the throbbing mimicked milking, her voice rose higher and higher, into a scream as her body trembled and he felt the hot rush of her nectar squirting past the obstacle of his manhood. Again and again, she cried out, now, she was growing over stimulated in the sense that her sensory overload was occurring. Maddeningly she recovered and lifted upon her torso, exposing the balance and strength in her core with her hands still on her cheeks, beginning to buck back against him, feeling the very back of her womanhood and the lubrication of her recent flow only made such that much easier. He saw it then, her eyes were rolling into the back of her head and her cheeks were deeply flushed.
His grip against her hips tightened as his nails bit into the soft flesh, a low growl slid from his throat as he slowed now measuring each thrust with as close to violent force as you could hope to get, his hard length driven deeper into her with each thrust, his mind spun in the wake of her release, the warmth of her as she flooded past him was enough to draw his attention the scent of her still rattling through every part of him.
Again he quickened the pace each thrust still as deep as he could find but the rhythm much faster his body crushing up against hers with each thrust, flesh on flesh resounding with a smack that left just a moment of pain before he was back to pulling out and repeating the motion, finally with deep growl he slammed into her with all the force he could find his thick hot liquid spraying deep up inside her.
He held himself deep within her his body trembling with the force of such a release that had his entire body a blaze with passion, as finally he slid free sliding to the ground beside her to catch her lips in a soft and yet passionate kiss.
Her voice lifted in accent of each thrust, articulating the extreme pleasure in the depth that he sought to tear her in half. She was lost, drugged in the moment. The harder he held her the increased bucking back on him occurred, unable to keep her hands upon her plump cheeks, extending the digits now to dig into the ground, ripping up grass and sending dirt flying.
The crash of his body against hers was like a powerful storm, ready to ignite and flood the shores. Recovering her strength, her hands lifted her up, causing those glorious breasts to dangle and jiggle violent with each abuse he preceded upon her grounds. Still Kane saw her arms at points trembling with the threat to collapse beneath the foundation of her body, yet, remained steady.
Just as his fleshy tube inflated, forcing the caving folds apart, twitching angrily at the head buried deep within her womb, she released a scream of undeniable pleasure. Almost as though her passage was fighting back, the pressure increased with the burning heat flaring up and a rush of her nectar raced to meet with his release. Web after web of his seed flooded her womb, sloshing against the spear within her. Again and again, he felt that molten honey flow. Even when he withdrew, such was still flowing, squirting upon his abdomen and tip of his manhood.
She was panting and twitching maddeningly at his side, her plush lips quivering against his amidst the soft kiss. Then she shifted, abruptly, her skin kissed with the flush of the passionate moments spent. Placing herself between his legs, supporting the slowly receding fleshy tube. Her lips praising the surface, suckling and tongue sweeping in majestic cleaning, then she crawled up to crumble at his side.
As the air around them cooled his mind settled finally finding its way through the haze of passion, instinctively his arm slid under her back drawing her close to him, a soft kiss against her cheek. As he lay wrapped around her, his body still prickling with the heat of their passion.
“Perhaps we should consider taking ourselves inside?” It was so much a statement so much as pointing out they were out in the open however isolated the area happened to be, for the first time in a long while Kane was glad he hadn’t turn her away.
“I would very much like for you to remain in Dentarius” he breathed a thought given words as his eyes now fixed on the pale moonlight high above them.
The scent of their passionate encounter was whispered on the breeze, reminding them of the sensual bond that tied them in the aftermath of such intensity. The world was stilling and dying down; Aishani looked to him as his lips pressed upon her cheek, coincidentally enough touching the end of the scar to her right side.
"I understand your concern, though; I can assure you that Shadow is not far off. She never is far from me. But, you are right. Let us dress and move back to the estate." She hesitated as his words slithered within her mind, watching him from the golden hue and responded with her lips pressed against his. Aishani then sat up, her heat gone from his side, causing the phantom to haunt him. Amidst the musk of ecstasy, he still caught her scent, just as strong if not stronger to him, now having tasted the fruit of her loins and crimson river set beneath the flesh of her ashen skin.
She began to gather her leggings, writhing within them, fastening the ties, then extended to gather her tunic. The moonlight sending shadows upon her horribly scarred back, now, it was concluded, the webbing was whipping marks. A tragic past before him, that much was sure, but, regardless surely stood on her own two legs to fight the storm. Such was not only beautiful, but, proof of the strong woman that was now dressing before him. She tightened the buckles to her under breast corset, and then turned to look at him. "You going to stare at me all day, or get dressed? This was your suggestion." While most may interpret her words as harsh, the deeper meaning was that she was eager to return to the estate with him.
Kane pulled himself to his feet retrieving his own leggings and easing himself into them, slowly he collected his shirt, slipping into it as it slid down over his upper torso. He watched her just for a moment before collecting up his cloak and weapons wrapping them together and crossing back to her.
“Shall we?” He then headed off back toward the Mansion, she fell in step beside him as his mind processed over the deeper details of their encounter while it was considered impolite such damage to such beauty was seldom seen in Dentarius and usually limited to the slave traders that trickled through now and again.
“I would not wish to pry, but I would like to know more of you Aishani, it would be improper of me to take a woman to bed without knowing her just a little better?” He finally stated simply to break the silence as they walked toward home.
Aishani nodded to him when he moved to her, walking along side of him, amusingly she carried her boots and with a look down to her feet it was now obvious. She had blisters and sores on her feet; apparently, she pushed herself on her travels. Her feet crushed the grass beneath, but, it appeared she was never shy from moments of silence.
She glanced to him, that golden eye flashing with amusement, while that sensual rolling purr dripped past her lips. Her scent was twice as strong as before, though, again, tasting every physical and sensory essence of her possibly explained such. "I'm not one to discuss myself, Kane. But, ask and I will answer."
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