Heirot

Tenele's mouth fell open at his question, she blinked, shook her head, and remembered to close it. "I..." her heart raced, but she didn't know how to answer him. She turned her green gaze back to the box, and then on him. "I don't know..." She was unsure about a number of things, especially what they did and how it worked. "Would it please you?"

Knight smiled at the box, running his hand over the polished wood respectfully. "These are another man's tools, for another man's needs. Because we are connected in a way, I know how to use them, and to enjoy them in a sense." His eyebrows rose reassuringly. "I know how to make you enjoy them," he pointed out. "There is nothing you could do with me that would not please me. My goal may be the opposite of yours. I wish to please you, Tenele. I wish you to enjoy this. To enjoy me." He leaned close, his lips brushing along her cheek. "How do you desire me, Tenele?" he purred.

As he leaned in, she leaned back, until she rested on the bed again with him hovering slightly over her. "I desire you as you are," Tenele whispered to him, too embarrassed to admit that she was a little afraid to try anything like that tonight. Maybe another night, but not tonight. She brushed her fingertips along his cheek to his neck.

The guardian's eyes glazed with desire as she spoke those words. "You could not have chosen a more perfect answer," he said with love glowing into his voice. "I give myself to you, as I am." His mouth sank over the soft skin of her throat and teased there, while his body pressed firm against hers. He wove himself between her legs, until he was strong and dominant in his position over her, his passion lightly sliding against the wetness between her legs. His movements were perfectly controlled and at peace, much like his personality. With a passionate breath, he pushed slowly to his full length inside of her. Another man would have given in to the need to thrust wildly, but Knight just covered Tenele's lips with his and began sliding in slow, firm circles inside her.

Tenele burrowed her face against his shoulder to muffle to soft moan as he slid within her. She tightened her grip around him, her legs twining around his waist. She took his face in her hands and kissed him tenderly. Her heart swelled with happiness, so glad to give him this, to enjoy this with him. There was a part of her that thought she should be ashamed for making love to a man that was not her husband... but he was. When she looked into his eyes she saw Vlad there too, and it comforted her... She cared about this man, even loved him. So, she relished in the feel of him inside her, his patient tender thrusts.

Knight gasped at her tightness around him. He slid deeper now, in and out in strong, gliding thrusts. His size was a tribute to both his creators, and he used it with full confidence and skill. A soft groan rolled from his throat as the feeling grew stronger. He placed his fingers over her breasts and bit the side of her neck, the way she liked it when Vlad held her, though he didn't approach or attempt to break her skin. He ran his teeth softly down her neck, breathing deep against her skin.

Tenele clutched at him, moaning soft approvals as his teeth ran across her skin. "Knight," she whispered his name, affection and pleasure lacing together heavily. "My knight." Her hands wove in his long black hair as it fell over his shoulders and tickled her skin. She wanted to touch every part of him and give him the memories of that touch to carry back with him wherever he went.

Her hands glided from his hair, down his back, and clutched his ass, drawing him tighter against her. The hand carved wooden bed groaned across the wooden floor. "All of you," she murmured. "I want all of you."

The guardian seemed to be doing pretty well, until Tenele grabbed his ass. That, combined with the sound of her voice, pulled a low groan from his throat. He pressed his forehead to her shoulder in concentration as he moved, a little slower but full and hard inside of her. Damn, it had been a few minutes at best. "My dear, beautiful, sexy Tenele," he murmured in ecstasy, "You rob me of my control." Even the words were a soft moan.

Tenele beamed with pride, her soft moans growing louder. She felt so infinitely full. So, so good. 'You rob me of my control'. The words brought a lovely fluttering laugh from her. Vlad said the same thing. "I'll take more than your control tonight," she moaned to him, bucking beneath him as his body dragged across the right spot at the right time.

Then, the smallest thought filtered up from the back of her mind. The end of this could bring something. When he finished... if there was even the slightest chance that Atul's reproductive capabilities were dominant, and it was the appropriate time for her body, then he would give her something fragile, beautiful, and precious. It frightened her. What if she wasn't ready? What if Vlad really didn't want one? What if he simply agreed because he feared her unhappiness.... Well, it was a little late for those thoughts.

But, Tenele wanted this. With all her heart she wanted Knight to be happy.

She cupped a hand around the back of his head while she kissed him.

Knight's gasps grew more and more unsteady as Tenele moved against him, depriving him of that one last control he had over his fast-rising ecstasy. He rose up to his knees so he could see her better and hopefully get a better grip on himself, but those two things were a contradiction of terms. He grasped her hips firmly with both hands and slid at his full extension inside her, able to rub against that place inside of her more effectively with the new angle. "Tenele," he murmured passionately, his eyes shutting in concentration. He fought to hold himself back and last longer, but he also couldn't bear to slow down on her, not when she seemed to enjoy it this much.

"Yes!" she cried as she watched him rise up, and deepen his angle. Not one to usually make too many demands of her lover, (mostly because he already knew what she wanted) she clutched the sheets and begged him for a more ruthless approach. "Harder, faster!" she cried, feeling herself grow closer to that plain of existence that only he could shatter away. She wanted his control to snap. She wanted him to break, to give in, to finish. She wanted to know she was the cause of the cracks in his resolve, and his pleasure.

Knight's expression contorted with pleasure so overwhelming it bordered on torture. Her words brought his control to its knees. "Tenele...if I go any harder...I'm past..." he gasped out, wincing at the immense pressure he was trying to hold back. "I need you. I want to fill you," he made it a request, but it would be a warning in no time at the rate she was pushing him. A soft groan broke from his throat as he tried to think straight. He'd never felt anything like this. He had memories of her with his creators, but this time, he was feeling her around him. Reacting to him only. The thought brought a surge of emotion to his eyes as he looked down to meet hers urgently.

Tenele's green gaze locked on him as he took her. "Yes," she told him, her fingers brushing across his face, down his neck and over his chest. "Please!" She felt herself climbing there, rising higher and higher and higher. Tenele's back arched off the bed with a shuttering cry, her body convulsing beneath him. "Knight! Gods!"

Knight's eyes lit with neon intensity as he felt her orgasm starting. He gritted his teeth and gave her everything he had in terms of force and speed, letting her ride the feeling as far as he could maintain it. He kept his control desperately until he was certain he hadn't just dreamed her climax, and the relief of giving in to his need to claim her ripped a soft, tight cry from his lips. It was different from the thundering roar Atul gave or the sharp groans Vlad could give off when at the height of their passion. Knight's was quieter, almost agonized in its pleasure. He pulled tight into her and released his seed, on and on until he felt he'd become part of this feeling and never extract himself from it. When the dust settled, he looked down at the woman he loved a bit shakily and kissed her.

Finally, he gave her more space to breathe and stroked her hair back with his fingertips.

Tenele recovered her breath slowly, gazing up at him with a beautiful astonished look. She smiled, even laughed a little, at the amazing feeling. The Queen's Maiden enjoyed the feeling of his fingers running through her hair and that, accompanied with the lull of post-sex contentment, made her want to curl in a small ball with him and dream.

Tenele brushed her fingers across his cheeks, cupping his face in her hands. She sat up to kiss him, before falling to rest against the soft mattress. She took his hand and guided it to her abdomen with a smile, placing it palm flat over her belly. She didn't need to voice what she was thinking at that moment. She then took his hand and pressed a kiss to that palm.