04-24-2017, 03:17 PM
Stillwater
He watched that creeping darkness at her feet, alive and thrashing, reaching, grabbing. A million tethers, a cage, a threat. So focused and unblinking, a cold knot in his gut and a ready growl laying in the back of his throat. She would capture him. He needed to be free, more so than this comfortable place with its lack in feeding and a chain at his wrist. But it was enough to sustain him. It would do. The dark magic at her feet, in her control, didn't look like that. It looked binding, hold him in place, take him from his water. Make him weak and command him.
Then suddenly it was gone, she let it go, and the dire tendrils dissipated back into nothingness even as he locked his jerky attention on it and watched it sink into the sand, in the water, in the air. He couldn't follow them all, but they were nothing now. His eyes tracked the ground from where he was, just in case, searching for where it lay in hiding, only half-aware that she was moving closer.
She touched the water and, as if called by the contact, his stare instantly pinned to her. His body tensed, but he didn't move this time. Coming here to magic in his home? To take him? But there was soft regret in her eyes, an apology he hadn't heard just moments before in his furtive search for the freed magic. So he held still, forced himself to breathe and watched her approach, cool waters curling and wrapping around her as he would've liked to.
She reached him, brushing along his mouth and his face, sending rippling sensations through him and down his neck. His lips parted with a soft exhale, watching her from behind thick lashes and half-lidded eyes. She slipped under his head and against his chest, breathing his name into his neck, grazing her teeth, touching her mouth to his face again. He held still, but no longer rigid and tensed. Only as smooth and still as his name, despite the maddening urge to crush her to him and take his fill. Just as he would with sweet Karaugh. Delicious Karaugh.
Delicious Luster.
Virgin Luster.
"I'm yours," she promised, words she had said before. Familiar. Her kisses lined his jaw, trailed to his mouth. "All of you." He tilted his head into it and kissed her back, gently this time. Soft and tender despite the hunger roaring wildly and thrashing violently inside him. Churning and aching as he pressed closer to her. He drifted his own kisses along her jaw, across her cheek, to her throat. He deepened the kiss, slow and suckling, her pulse beating against his tongue and dragging a sound from him, something between a hum and a moan.
He lifted from her skin, but held there with his mouth watering and his breath against the dampness he'd kissed into her. Cut, he croaked quietly, a whisper, a command. He'd seen enough of her magic now to know she could do this in some way. And she was his, she'd said. He could trust her not to turn her power on him, at least for now. Besides, he disliked pain. His rightful jaws would only give a brief sting like a needle, and then adrenaline. And pleasure. Never pain. Eventually fear, when they realized, but never pain.
Then suddenly it was gone, she let it go, and the dire tendrils dissipated back into nothingness even as he locked his jerky attention on it and watched it sink into the sand, in the water, in the air. He couldn't follow them all, but they were nothing now. His eyes tracked the ground from where he was, just in case, searching for where it lay in hiding, only half-aware that she was moving closer.
She touched the water and, as if called by the contact, his stare instantly pinned to her. His body tensed, but he didn't move this time. Coming here to magic in his home? To take him? But there was soft regret in her eyes, an apology he hadn't heard just moments before in his furtive search for the freed magic. So he held still, forced himself to breathe and watched her approach, cool waters curling and wrapping around her as he would've liked to.
She reached him, brushing along his mouth and his face, sending rippling sensations through him and down his neck. His lips parted with a soft exhale, watching her from behind thick lashes and half-lidded eyes. She slipped under his head and against his chest, breathing his name into his neck, grazing her teeth, touching her mouth to his face again. He held still, but no longer rigid and tensed. Only as smooth and still as his name, despite the maddening urge to crush her to him and take his fill. Just as he would with sweet Karaugh. Delicious Karaugh.
Delicious Luster.
Virgin Luster.
"I'm yours," she promised, words she had said before. Familiar. Her kisses lined his jaw, trailed to his mouth. "All of you." He tilted his head into it and kissed her back, gently this time. Soft and tender despite the hunger roaring wildly and thrashing violently inside him. Churning and aching as he pressed closer to her. He drifted his own kisses along her jaw, across her cheek, to her throat. He deepened the kiss, slow and suckling, her pulse beating against his tongue and dragging a sound from him, something between a hum and a moan.
He lifted from her skin, but held there with his mouth watering and his breath against the dampness he'd kissed into her. Cut, he croaked quietly, a whisper, a command. He'd seen enough of her magic now to know she could do this in some way. And she was his, she'd said. He could trust her not to turn her power on him, at least for now. Besides, he disliked pain. His rightful jaws would only give a brief sting like a needle, and then adrenaline. And pleasure. Never pain. Eventually fear, when they realized, but never pain.
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it