The Princess and the Blade

[Soran Nightblade]

Havi paused for a moment to ponder her comments. "He cupped water in his large hand and draped it gently over her temple. "Was I uncomfortable? I was in rut the other day. I will be much smaller now." He leaned back so he could see him, without a shred of embarrassment. His words were true, but not quite as reassuring as he believed, because he was still substantially larger than a natural human male.

[Emora Deen]

“Not uncomfortable,” she said, which was a bit of a lie. At first he had been, but then she’d adjusted or maybe lust had clouded it all. By the end of their two day adventure in bed, she couldn’t decide if the soreness was from his size or from the amount of times they’d tangled themselves together in such a short span of time.

Her gaze lingered on him. She shifted, twisting to be able to see it better. Her hand rested on his chest and then she glanced to the tubs edge. She patted the rounded side. “Sit here.”

[Soran Nightblade]

He tilted his head, an almost regal gesture thanks to his horns. He was confused, but obeyed, rising from the water. He sat on the sill of the tub, bathwater running off his skin and hair. He wondered if she was still curious about inspecting his size, and he wondered if it was a good or bad thing to a woman of this world, Tenara in particular.

[Emora Deen]

Tenara crawled in the water until she knelt between his legs, green eyes peering up at him. She leaned her head against one of his knees, her fingers dancing up his calf, along the back of his inner thigh, and to the base of his member. Then, the tips of her fingers danced along the length to the tip.

She lifted her head off his knee, as she took him gently in her hand. She tilted her face towards it, pressed a kiss to its side. She trailed kisses along it, to the tip, where she dragged her tongue over it.

“I like it,” she told him, grinning. “Let me show you how much.” And she did, tasting and touching until she might ruin him.

[Soran Nightblade]

Havi's eyes went wide. With her mouth? He'd never heard of a woman doing such a thing. "Tenara?" He twitched as she tasted him, torn between confusion and pleasure. "What are you-" He cut off a groan as her tongue wrapped around him. "That's-" He stopped trying to talk when he realized she had no intention of stopping. Just the thought of it made the sensation seem magnified. Hi Yurivis was paying full attention to his body, touching him in a way he'd never been touched, and enjoying it.

He gripped the lip of the tub with both hands like the rippling pleasure might knock him over. "Tenara," he moaned, more urgent this time. He winced his eyes shut, thinking he might satisfy her longer if he deprived himself of the sight of her tasting him.

[Emora Deen]

Tenara drew reluctantly away, partly because she wanted him for other things but also because she remembered that he didn’t finish like human men, and wasn’t sure if his rut was the reason for the copious amounts of… left behind. They’d just bathed, after all.

She touched him tenderly while watching his body twitch with each sensation. Females must not touch males like this on his world… She would have to do it for him again.

She let him rest for a minute before she tried to stand. She managed to pull herself to her feet before her legs wobbled, and her foot slipped on the bottom of the tub. With a yelp, she slipped forward, into Havitharon, knocking him off the edge of the tub and backwards towards the floor a short distance away.

They came to rest as a wet, tangled pile on the marble.

[Soran Nightblade]

The impact of cold marble somehow managed to cool the heat that had neared a flashpoint under her touch. Havi slowly uncoiled the protective embrace he'd locked around Tenara so he could peer down and see if the woman lying on top of him was okay. "That's one way to cool me off. Are you hurt?" he asked, a flash of amusement in his neon eyes.

[Emora Deen]

Tenara sat up slowly, bracing her hand against the muscles of his chest and straddling his belly. Pleasure and embarrassment burned her cheeks scarlet. "I'm fine, are you?" She leaned forward to inspect his head and horns, to make sure nothing had been damaged, inadvertently putting her chest in his face. "Did you conk your head?"

[Soran Nightblade]

He shook his head, his wet hair splaying out behind him. "I'm quite durable." He stared up at her, transfixed by the way she sat astride him. Her breasts were so close that all it would take was a small movement of his neck to meet them with his mouth. His gaze flicked up to meet hers, full of quiet desire. "Tenara... May I taste you, too?"

[Emora Deen]

Tenara's breath stilled at his question. She settled back on his belly, slick from water and desire, and framed his face with her hands. "Havi,” she murmured, the scarlet of her cheeks deepening as she smiled. “Of course... I'm your moon. Remember?" She placed a kiss on his lips, long and drowning, before she nuzzled her way to his ear and whispered, "Taste me. Please."

[Soran Nightblade]

Havi felt like her kiss might melt him into the floor. "Yes," he murmured, rising enough to cover her breast with his mouth and drag his tongue heavily across the skin. He reached around her and held her gently. "Not on the floor, this time. You're injured, and I'm not in rut. I will make you comfortable first." He placed another kiss on her collarbone as he scooped her up and climbed to his feet. It wasn't like she was made of air, but he'd recovered enough that the maneuver was gracefully controlled. He paused to meet her eyes, his arms looped under her bum holding her straddled against his waist. It felt good to hold her and feel her arms around his neck. The instinctive tenderness he'd felt for her ever since his rut came through in force. He was hers. The sheer intensity of the instincts did spook him a little, now that there was no rut to cool his nerves. But she felt right in his arms, like he'd been created to carry her just like this, to lay her back across the bed and place gliding kisses in a trail down her chest and navel. His large hands squeezed under her thighs, spreading them wide, and then his mouth found her. He kissed her testingly, slipping his long tongue over her wetness. The scent of her filled his mouth and nose and set his breath ragged. "You are sweet," he marveled, licking her again. This time, he covered her with his mouth and began to work over her in a deep, lapping rhythm.

[Emora Deen]

Tenara huffed a breath from her lungs, rising up onto her elbows so she could watch him. The sight of his mouth over her, his tongue lashing against her center, was intoxicating. "Havi..." she reached forward, stroking fingers into his hair and over one of his horns. He struck a spot that sent an arch of pleasure through her, and she moaned, fingers curling over his horn, pulling him closer to her flesh. "Yes..." Her breath turned ragged, desperate. She ached, burned, wanted.

[Soran Nightblade]

Her gentle touch on his horns made him restless with need. His tongue and mouth felt absurdly sensitive, and each small sound and arch of her body was like another set of hands on his skin. Her grip on his horns pulled low, hungry sounds from him, his deep voice vibrating against her. He let her fingers guide his rhythm and drank her in quickening swirls.

[Emora Deen]

Tenara's grip on him tightened as pleasure rocketed through her, tightening everything until she curled towards him, legs drawing wider. Her other hand grabbed hold of his opposite horn, and she held for dear life as pleasure crashed over her. "H-Havi!" She held tight, huffing moans rushing out of her until she released him and melted, trembling, back against the sheets. She felt lightheaded, weak. Wonderful. She wanted him to feel wonderful, too. Her hand stretched out for him, finding the horn again and tugging him up. "Please... please. Inside. I want you inside."

[Soran Nightblade]

Havi sprawled over her, staggering with the forceful pull on his horns. The blinding, tingling pleasure that came when he was just on the brink of release sent warnings through his system. "Tenara, I," he cried dizzily. Shit, it was too sexy. Her other hand was on him, guiding him inside her. He did as she begged and slid into her with as much control as he could functionally manage under the circumstance. The heat was overwhelming. He slid deep and held himself there, fighting for composure.