Mature: Desert Moon

[Soran Nightblade]

Knight froze as if startled by the soft heat of her body over him. He stared up at her, ruby and sapphire gone completely still. The strong movement of her hand against his skin, made his breath thick and uneven as he watched her. But compared to the open appreciation that Vlad and Atul tended to show, Knight's quiet behavior was likely much harder to interpret.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele tried not to feel discouraged by his tension. She tried not to think that maybe he really didn't want her touch...

Her mind sped off in uncertainty. Had he gotten in the bath because he thought it would please her? He existed because of her. What if deep down he didn't really want this? She wondered if she could make him want it. Make him desire her.

Was it really that important if he did?

Yes, she thought. She wanted him to want her, just as she wanted him.

She dedicated herself more dutifully to the task, one hand working him, and the other slipped beneath him until her small finger pressed against his opening. She felt afraid and embarrassed suddenly. What if he didn't like that?

[Soran Nightblade]

Knight sucked in a quick breath, arching his neck against the porcelain behind him. His member went from full to almost stone-hard in her firm grip. Each glide of her hand drew the warm water in a rush against him. His eyes flickered up at her through a near-wince of excitement. He wanted to ask her, to be sure she was doing this because she wanted to. He wanted to be sure she didn't just feel worried about him because of the void, because of what he was.

But when he tried to speak, his breath came out in a ragged gasp. He hadn't expected her finger there. Any touch would have pleased him, but the unfamiliar sensation melted him against the side of the tub, bright eyes glowing. He loved her touch. He loved being beneath her, even loved being uncertain and a little nervous of her.

"Tenele," he murmured, his silky voice thick with need, "I am at your mercy."

[Emora Deen]

Tenele smiled, the worry in her heart melted. She press her lips to his as her finger slipped slowly inside him. She wasn't very familiar with this form of pleasure, but she had watched Atul and Vlad do this with each other. She felt she had some moderate ability to produce pleasure there.

What she was doing turned her on more than she thought it would. She felt a little powerful bringing this God to a breathless mess beneath her. "My mercy," she mused.

[Soran Nightblade]

Knight's body clenched tensely around her finger as it began to move. It wasn't the most comfortable thing to do, but it was difficult to find it unpleasant while her other hand was doing those things to him. His tight breaths parted the steam rising off the water in the cool room. He reached up to slide his hands along her body, absorbing every curve until he reached the softness of her chest and focused his fractured attention there. He moved his hips against her grip in slow, sensual thrusts.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele hummed with light satisfaction as she appraised her handiwork. He seemed so pleased. She kept up her pace while his hands touched her. She knew she couldn't push him too far, remembering how sensitive he was their first time... and she hadn't been with him since then to help him build up stamina.

"Are you ready for me?" she asked him with a playful smile.

[Soran Nightblade]

Knight winced, bridling his pleasure carefully. Her words alone left him a little bit too ready at the moment. "You spoil me," he murmured in breathless protest.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele smiled at him. "Be glad," she whispered. "I torment your makers..." Tenele's hands left him for a moment. She shifted into position over him. She wasn't sure how long her body would be able to be in this position, or how much it would protest against her for straining herself, but she wanted him to be pleased. She wanted to spoil him.

Tenele took his length and guided it to her. She slowly lowered herself down, unaccustomed to the thickness, but not unwelcoming of it. Her freehand clutched the curve of the tub by his head. When she was fully seated at top him, and he was buried as deep as he could go, Tenele pressed a kiss to his lips. She didn't move, wanting to give him a moment to collect his thoughts before she drove them away.

[Soran Nightblade]

Knight's breath caught and his expression twisted with ecstasy as she slid over him. "Hah," he moaned in a low huff, twitching inside of her. He tried to believe this was really happening. Wasn't she already with her other lovers just minutes ago? Yet her body felt ready, soft and warm around him.

Perhaps worrying about her readiness was an excuse to avoid realizing his own. He writhed slightly against the base of the tub, as if that could relieve some of the pressure building inside him. Crap, she felt so good. He groaned.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele pressed kisses across his shoulders lightly, her breath heavy and thick as she felt him squirm beneath her. She pressed her forehead to his and then lifted her body over him. Tenele gripped the tub, either side of his head and used it to help her injured body move atop him. She moaned softly as she rolled her hips along with each rise and fall.

She tilted her head back with a soft gasp as she took her time with him. It wasn't a wild frenzy as she so often fell into with Vlad, when lust overruled her composure. She was delicate with him, tame until he desire something more.

[Soran Nightblade]

Knight purred something under his breath and reached up to grasp her hips. His strong hands steadied her just above him, and he began to move inside her in long, smooth strokes. He grinned up at her, his expression a very curious combination of masculine assertion and subservience.

[Emora Deen]

Tenele moaned softly, her body curling over him as she felt his firm grip cover her. She kissed him fiercely, rocking her body to the rhythm he set. The water sloshed around them, splashing up and out of the tub. "Knight..." she hummed. Her green eyes flashed open, an intent gaze settling on the God.

[Soran Nightblade]

Knight's unmatched eyes flicked up at her. He loved when she called him by name. He smiled with calm confidence as he saw his body's effect on her. "Yes, my lady," he offered in a bedroom voice that offered to rival Vlad's. "Ask what you would of me. I am yours."

[Emora Deen]

She shivered against him, losing the focus to move as she felt ripples of pleasure wash over her. His words sent a thrilling chill through her. She could ask anything. Anything. A hundred ideas popped into her mind, a horde of positions, and Tenele couldn't choose. "Lay claim to me," she whispered to him, nuzzling his neck. "Surprise me." She kissed his lips. "Devour me." She moaned as his body hit just the right spot. Her cheeks flushed at her own words. "I am for your pleasure. Your love. Your desires. I am yours to call, as you are mine."

[Soran Nightblade]

Knight slowed to a pause inside of her. His eyes were bright, which made it harder to tell his expression as he studied her. The offer to do whatever he wished was hard to come to terms with. He wished to please her, leave his mark upon her memory so she would see him fondly in the long weeks they were apart. He wanted to make love to her in a way that was solely his.

"Trust me," he purred gently, power glowing into his voice as he arched up against her. He levitated her upward, out of the water, away from him. A warm blanket from the other room appeared behind her as she glided back, weightless, against the bathroom wall. He stood, clean water dripping from him as he stepped toward her. He brushed his fingers along her cheek, and the blanket closed behind him, shrouding their wet bodies in warmth. "There are a few things I have not shown you," he said, pressing up against her.