Heirot

Knight slowly drew her clothes away until she was bare before him. He leaned in close to her and smoothed his cheek against hers, nuzzling her neck and kissing the nape of her shoulder. His arms crossed just below her butt and he lifted her up against him, carrying her to the bed like she weighed nothing. Supporting her back with one arm, he guided her back into the sheets. His warm body climbed over her, skin pressing to skin. A firm weight in his thin, taylored pants vowed his interest as he pressed his waist lightly against hers.

Tenele let out a soft breath as she settled into the sheets with him above her. Her small hand brushed across his face gently, before weaving into his long black hair. She was bare to him, and comfortable with it, which was a surprise given her earlier mood before his arrival. This felt right.

"Can I please you?" she asked him, kissing his lips and then dipping her head to suck on the skin of his neck. Her hands snaked down his waist.

"Tenele," he said breathlessly as her lips sucked at his neck. He reached down and guided her hand to his belt. He pulled away reluctantly in order to be able to look into her eyes. His bicolored gaze was warm with urgency. "Please undo them," he purred, as if she were the only person in the universe capable of removing his pants.

Tenele's lips tugged into a smirk, her hands gliding over his sides and then his abs. She reached his belt and unbuckled it, drawing the leather away and tossing it on the floor with a clatter. Her hands returned to his waist, pinching the fabric lose from the buttons and drawing them open. She met his eyes as she guided her hand into the fabric to grasp him and draw him free.

Her heart fluttered with excitement, and she didn't look yet. She just kept looking into those miss-matched eyes while her hands did the rest.

Knight's gaze twitched with the soft pleasure of her touch. His expression was open and raw as need flooded his neon eyes and pulled his lips back in a tender snarl. His slid in her grasp slowly, up and down inside her gentle grip. He lowered his head to the corner of her jaw and nipped lightly on the soft skin there, his tongue swirling in the small crevice at the joint of her neck.

Tenele's breath quickened at the feel of his lips on her neck and the movement in her hand. She removed her hands from him and pressed them gently to his shoulders, guiding him to lie on his back. "Just for a moment," she whispered to him as she kissed her way down his body. "Relax..." She kissed across his chest, hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses. Her hands trembled with nervous desire as she drew lower. Her hands curled around the edges of his pants and she drew them away, tossing them over her shoulder. She knelt down by his knees, hands sliding along his thighs.

She lowered her lips to his navel, and then let them trail lower until she found him and explored him. She wanted to please him, to make this the best night of his life. He'd saved her life. He existed in this tormented half-life because of her. She wanted to be the best she could be for him, and it showed with each breath, caress, and kiss she made.

Knight lay back in the sheets, like a big cat stretching his claws. His eyes said he didn't want to relax. He wanted his body as close to hers as possible, every inch of them touching. But he did as she asked, his breath coming in heated puffs as her fingers and lips tantalized him. His right hand fisted in the sheets, while the other laced into her hair. He propped up slightly on one arm to stare in awe at her soft lips pleasuring him. His organ responded as much to the sight as to her skilled touch, throbbing with the pressure of each rapid heartbeat. The more she continued, the stronger the sensation grew, until each slight swirl of her tongue made his hips jerk desperately.

He was a quiet lover, compared to Vlad or Atul. The guardian barely made a sound at all, save for his thickening gasps. When he finally did speak, his voice was close to panic. "Tenele, wait. No more," he gasped. A hand grasped her shoulder and held her still while his member throbbed in her grasp. He winced, fighting back the tide that had almost swept him away. "Don't lick...don't even look at me," he gave a short, embarrassed laugh and went still with concentration.

Tenele smiled proudly, drawing away from him as carefully as one would back away from a tiger. She moved to lie next to him, with her hot body pressed near his side. She drew her hands over her face with a soft laugh. "Alright," she mused with a soft laugh. "I'm not looking." She felt very pleased with herself to have incited such a reaction in him. It took great focus to lie next to him so still, when all her body wanted was to give him more pleasure.

The guardian squirmed slightly in the sheets, his tortured erection desperate for touch but definitely not composed enough to handle it. "Gods," he breathed, daring to look at her. "How do they do it?" His desperately-aroused voice was half amused and half discouraged. "How can those two last the way they do?"

Tenele smiled, moving her hands away from her face. She watched his tortured stance, blinking at the look on his face. She'd assumed he would have the same stamina... if not more.

"I'm not sure," she whispered, smiling. "I think they just keep thinking, 'wait, wait, wait'? Mind over matter? Was I too much for you?" She kissed his shoulder affectionately. "We can play a board game until you're approachable. I saw a very curious box under the bed when I dropped something earlier..."

Knight's eyes flashed with agony in response. "No, I want you," he swore, humiliated as he sensed her amusement. His discomposed expression immediately sifted back into that careful, attentive smile, hiding the emotional outburst that had been there at the surface. "Box?" he asked quietly.

"I know you want me," Tenele told him softly, curling tighter against his side. "I do not question that. I'm proud of myself for making you so sensitive to my touch. I can wait. I have you all night."

At the mention of the box her eyes drifted to the edge of the bed. "Oh, its a wooden box under the bed. My curiosity almost got the better of me, but I was a good girl. I'm sure it has family things in it, and I didn't want to go prying. But, I also was wondering if it was like a game. It resembles the boxes that they keep the games in at the palace." As she spoke Tenele's fingers trailed up and down his arm lightly.

Knight blinked at her, his traumatized pride forgotten behind a smirk. "Oh. Yes. Well, it is a sort of game. Intended for guests," he said slyly. "Though perhaps not appropriate for everyone."

Tenele narrowed her eyes on him. "You know what's in the box? Oh, of course you know," she muttered, slinking to the edge of the bed. She lay on her stomach, hanging off the edge of the bed and reached her arms under. She fumbled for the metal handle and dragged the box out from under the bed. She spun the heavy wood around, and fumbled with the latch. Tenele opened the box and froze, peering down at the contents inside.

Her body shifted, her insides fluttering and coiling with excitement and surprise. She closed the box, thinking maybe she imagined the contents. So, she opened the box again. Tenele let the lid go, and it fell closed with a loud thud. She sat up slowly, her elegant body curving beautifully in the candle light. "I see..." she murmured, staring down at the ominous wooden container. She turned her flushed gaze back to him, embarrassment flooding her features. It was a good thing he couldn't see her thoughts. Vlad, would never let her live them down. "I don't think those games would help you much..."

Knight tried not to laugh, for Tenele's benefit, but it was difficult to contain his amusement. "You are correct. I'm not sure whose would be the greater torture - yours or mine," he smiled. "Though the blindfold might come in handy in a way." He cradled her cheek with a warm hand. "You are far too beautiful. How is a man to maintain his composure?" He blinked as a thought occurred to him. "Do you...wish me to use these arts upon you?" he checked carefully.