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Myrrine knew she was playing with fire. She knew she would likely end burned. He wouldn’t pause his travels forever just to stay near her. Goodbye would be coming and she might well die of heartache when it did. At the very least a part of her would.. This would end, and it could only end in her suffering.
More than any of that though, one fact was even more certain. This between them would never be a mistake.
He responded eagerly to her touch and that excited her far more than she would have anticipated. The way he rolled, letting her take control without hesitation, his hands instantly settling at her hips, holding her close to him. He drew her close as she kissed him, making her believe that he felt the same as she did in this moment - filled with heat and half-mad with need.
She knew what she needed to do next, but she prayed he would understand. That he wouldn’t beg her. Gods above knew that if he begged her, she could never deny him. She was trying to stay strong, trying not to scare him off with the knowledge she was withholding, but if it came down it, she thought she would risk damn near anything just to see his smile again.
Though he nodded his agreement, his disappointment was etched into his face. It nearly crushed her. Couldn’t he see that she wanted to give him everything? That she felt as strongly as he did? That refusing him was the one shred of realism that remained when she was around him? His eyes closed, and she couldn’t wait any more. Her lips explored his body further. He reached out to grab her hands, but she didn’t let that stop her.
She wouldn’t let him leave. She didn’t dare let him. She wanted to give him even a fraction of the bliss he had gifted her - more than he could ever know.
Myrrine sighed with relief as he grinned and nodded once more. For a moment, she had been certain he was going to flee and leave them both disappointed. Enough so that her resolve had begun to waver. His hand caught her hair, lifting himself up to kiss her with that same fiery passion from before. She moaned into the kiss, leaning into him as her hands lifted to cradle his face.
“I do. Thank you.” She hesitated a moment before adding softly. “Please know, it kills me to say no to you.”I want this too. The words hung unspoken between them. She needed him to know that so badly. Her refusal was no reflection on him or of how he made her feel. She’d say yes in a heartbeat if there were no consequences, no fear that he’d run when he say her virgin’s blood.
She kissed him deeply once more, gently pushing him back flat against the bed. Her movements were languid and teasing. She wanted them to savor this, and she wanted to keep him here with her every moment that she could. Slowly moving down his body once more, her fingers traced lightly down his chest to his waist, gripping the band of his trousers and tugging them down his legs to throw them aside entirely.
For a long moment, she could only stare, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. She could hardly admit that he was the first full-grown man she’d seen naked. It was one thing to change diapers or bathe a youngling, but Hashe was a man in every sense of the word. Her shyness quickly faded, replaced instead by eager curiosity.
Gently running a finger up his length, she marveled in the soft velvet of his skin beneath her fingers. After a moment, she released him, crawling over top him so she laid on his chest and their lips crashed together in a hungry kiss once more. When she pulled away, she gently caught his bottom lip between her teeth, sucking and nipping. She lowered herself entirely, feeling his hardness pressed into her belly, her hips pressing into him.
Her lips hovered by his ear. “I want you more than I thought I could,” she purred. “And I can feel your need plain enough.” She lifted her hips, releasing the pressure between them so she could reach down and grasp him firmly, gently massaging him. Meanwhile, her head dipped to run her tongue along his neck, tracing swirled patterns along his skin before returning to drag her teeth across his earlobe.
“So tell me, Hashe, how do you want me to touch you now?”
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Myrrine knew she was playing with fire. She knew she would likely end burned. He wouldn’t pause his travels forever just to stay near her. Goodbye would be coming and she might well die of heartache when it did. At the very least a part of her would.. This would end, and it could only end in her suffering.
More than any of that though, one fact was even more certain. This between them would never be a mistake.
He responded eagerly to her touch and that excited her far more than she would have anticipated. The way he rolled, letting her take control without hesitation, his hands instantly settling at her hips, holding her close to him. He drew her close as she kissed him, making her believe that he felt the same as she did in this moment - filled with heat and half-mad with need.
She knew what she needed to do next, but she prayed he would understand. That he wouldn’t beg her. Gods above knew that if he begged her, she could never deny him. She was trying to stay strong, trying not to scare him off with the knowledge she was withholding, but if it came down it, she thought she would risk damn near anything just to see his smile again.
Though he nodded his agreement, his disappointment was etched into his face. It nearly crushed her. Couldn’t he see that she wanted to give him everything? That she felt as strongly as he did? That refusing him was the one shred of realism that remained when she was around him? His eyes closed, and she couldn’t wait any more. Her lips explored his body further. He reached out to grab her hands, but she didn’t let that stop her.
She wouldn’t let him leave. She didn’t dare let him. She wanted to give him even a fraction of the bliss he had gifted her - more than he could ever know.
Myrrine sighed with relief as he grinned and nodded once more. For a moment, she had been certain he was going to flee and leave them both disappointed. Enough so that her resolve had begun to waver. His hand caught her hair, lifting himself up to kiss her with that same fiery passion from before. She moaned into the kiss, leaning into him as her hands lifted to cradle his face.
“I do. Thank you.” She hesitated a moment before adding softly. “Please know, it kills me to say no to you.”I want this too. The words hung unspoken between them. She needed him to know that so badly. Her refusal was no reflection on him or of how he made her feel. She’d say yes in a heartbeat if there were no consequences, no fear that he’d run when he say her virgin’s blood.
She kissed him deeply once more, gently pushing him back flat against the bed. Her movements were languid and teasing. She wanted them to savor this, and she wanted to keep him here with her every moment that she could. Slowly moving down his body once more, her fingers traced lightly down his chest to his waist, gripping the band of his trousers and tugging them down his legs to throw them aside entirely.
For a long moment, she could only stare, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. She could hardly admit that he was the first full-grown man she’d seen naked. It was one thing to change diapers or bathe a youngling, but Hashe was a man in every sense of the word. Her shyness quickly faded, replaced instead by eager curiosity.
Gently running a finger up his length, she marveled in the soft velvet of his skin beneath her fingers. After a moment, she released him, crawling over top him so she laid on his chest and their lips crashed together in a hungry kiss once more. When she pulled away, she gently caught his bottom lip between her teeth, sucking and nipping. She lowered herself entirely, feeling his hardness pressed into her belly, her hips pressing into him.
Her lips hovered by his ear. “I want you more than I thought I could,” she purred. “And I can feel your need plain enough.” She lifted her hips, releasing the pressure between them so she could reach down and grasp him firmly, gently massaging him. Meanwhile, her head dipped to run her tongue along his neck, tracing swirled patterns along his skin before returning to drag her teeth across his earlobe.
“So tell me, Hashe, how do you want me to touch you now?”
Myrrine knew she was playing with fire. She knew she would likely end burned. He wouldn’t pause his travels forever just to stay near her. Goodbye would be coming and she might well die of heartache when it did. At the very least a part of her would.. This would end, and it could only end in her suffering.
More than any of that though, one fact was even more certain. This between them would never be a mistake.
He responded eagerly to her touch and that excited her far more than she would have anticipated. The way he rolled, letting her take control without hesitation, his hands instantly settling at her hips, holding her close to him. He drew her close as she kissed him, making her believe that he felt the same as she did in this moment - filled with heat and half-mad with need.
She knew what she needed to do next, but she prayed he would understand. That he wouldn’t beg her. Gods above knew that if he begged her, she could never deny him. She was trying to stay strong, trying not to scare him off with the knowledge she was withholding, but if it came down it, she thought she would risk damn near anything just to see his smile again.
Though he nodded his agreement, his disappointment was etched into his face. It nearly crushed her. Couldn’t he see that she wanted to give him everything? That she felt as strongly as he did? That refusing him was the one shred of realism that remained when she was around him? His eyes closed, and she couldn’t wait any more. Her lips explored his body further. He reached out to grab her hands, but she didn’t let that stop her.
She wouldn’t let him leave. She didn’t dare let him. She wanted to give him even a fraction of the bliss he had gifted her - more than he could ever know.
Myrrine sighed with relief as he grinned and nodded once more. For a moment, she had been certain he was going to flee and leave them both disappointed. Enough so that her resolve had begun to waver. His hand caught her hair, lifting himself up to kiss her with that same fiery passion from before. She moaned into the kiss, leaning into him as her hands lifted to cradle his face.
“I do. Thank you.” She hesitated a moment before adding softly. “Please know, it kills me to say no to you.”I want this too. The words hung unspoken between them. She needed him to know that so badly. Her refusal was no reflection on him or of how he made her feel. She’d say yes in a heartbeat if there were no consequences, no fear that he’d run when he say her virgin’s blood.
She kissed him deeply once more, gently pushing him back flat against the bed. Her movements were languid and teasing. She wanted them to savor this, and she wanted to keep him here with her every moment that she could. Slowly moving down his body once more, her fingers traced lightly down his chest to his waist, gripping the band of his trousers and tugging them down his legs to throw them aside entirely.
For a long moment, she could only stare, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. She could hardly admit that he was the first full-grown man she’d seen naked. It was one thing to change diapers or bathe a youngling, but Hashe was a man in every sense of the word. Her shyness quickly faded, replaced instead by eager curiosity.
Gently running a finger up his length, she marveled in the soft velvet of his skin beneath her fingers. After a moment, she released him, crawling over top him so she laid on his chest and their lips crashed together in a hungry kiss once more. When she pulled away, she gently caught his bottom lip between her teeth, sucking and nipping. She lowered herself entirely, feeling his hardness pressed into her belly, her hips pressing into him.
Her lips hovered by his ear. “I want you more than I thought I could,” she purred. “And I can feel your need plain enough.” She lifted her hips, releasing the pressure between them so she could reach down and grasp him firmly, gently massaging him. Meanwhile, her head dipped to run her tongue along his neck, tracing swirled patterns along his skin before returning to drag her teeth across his earlobe.
“So tell me, Hashe, how do you want me to touch you now?”
With every breath he was trying to calm himself and temper his expectations, and she seemed to be doing her best to drive him mad. He should leave, get off the bed and disappear into the night. It was an urge that he was fighting to listen to as she pushed him flat on the bed once more. There was a tart response on his tongue as she spoke of the pain of refusing him, his immediate reaction to ask her not to, let him have what he came for so that he could be free of her pull, but that would leave him with nothing and speed his exit instead.
He expected nothing of her, save perhaps her wanting to curl against his side and wish to talk, to get to know him. Things that lovers might do if they were courting one another properly. Things that he had avoided for most of his life save for the one or two he'd enjoyed enough to have more than once. She was a temptation because of the thrill of who she was, a merchant's girl instead of one of his own kind, a denizen of the day instead of the night. If she'd been anyone else she wouldn't have tempted him half as much.
The tug of his trousers was a welcome surprise, and he eagerly helped her remove them, a brow raised to know she was willing enough to go so far as she was. A pleased smirk crossed his lips as he watched the reaction, the faint blush in her cheeks not giving her secret away to him as he simply enjoyed her reaction to him. No doubt he was different than any of the others she'd known, given how foreign she found him, but any further consideration of that was quickly driven from his mind as her fingers brushed over his length. Her hands were soft, so different than any other who'd taken hold of him, a sharp breath exhaled from his chest as his eyes closed.
"Tease." Nahash managed to breathe the word with a strained huff of laughter before she was kissing him, meeting her enthusiastically as she laid atop him. The way she pressed against him was so tantalizingly close, if either of them shifted just enough they could be joined, and though he was not the sort to beg it was driving him close to mad. Every word she spoke was pushing him further toward sacrificing the dignity he had left, and as she took hold of him again a desperate throaty sound broke free of his control. "There are ways to avoid a child..if we were careful.." He couldn't answer her question properly, she'd already denied him what he wanted.
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With every breath he was trying to calm himself and temper his expectations, and she seemed to be doing her best to drive him mad. He should leave, get off the bed and disappear into the night. It was an urge that he was fighting to listen to as she pushed him flat on the bed once more. There was a tart response on his tongue as she spoke of the pain of refusing him, his immediate reaction to ask her not to, let him have what he came for so that he could be free of her pull, but that would leave him with nothing and speed his exit instead.
He expected nothing of her, save perhaps her wanting to curl against his side and wish to talk, to get to know him. Things that lovers might do if they were courting one another properly. Things that he had avoided for most of his life save for the one or two he'd enjoyed enough to have more than once. She was a temptation because of the thrill of who she was, a merchant's girl instead of one of his own kind, a denizen of the day instead of the night. If she'd been anyone else she wouldn't have tempted him half as much.
The tug of his trousers was a welcome surprise, and he eagerly helped her remove them, a brow raised to know she was willing enough to go so far as she was. A pleased smirk crossed his lips as he watched the reaction, the faint blush in her cheeks not giving her secret away to him as he simply enjoyed her reaction to him. No doubt he was different than any of the others she'd known, given how foreign she found him, but any further consideration of that was quickly driven from his mind as her fingers brushed over his length. Her hands were soft, so different than any other who'd taken hold of him, a sharp breath exhaled from his chest as his eyes closed.
"Tease." Nahash managed to breathe the word with a strained huff of laughter before she was kissing him, meeting her enthusiastically as she laid atop him. The way she pressed against him was so tantalizingly close, if either of them shifted just enough they could be joined, and though he was not the sort to beg it was driving him close to mad. Every word she spoke was pushing him further toward sacrificing the dignity he had left, and as she took hold of him again a desperate throaty sound broke free of his control. "There are ways to avoid a child..if we were careful.." He couldn't answer her question properly, she'd already denied him what he wanted.
With every breath he was trying to calm himself and temper his expectations, and she seemed to be doing her best to drive him mad. He should leave, get off the bed and disappear into the night. It was an urge that he was fighting to listen to as she pushed him flat on the bed once more. There was a tart response on his tongue as she spoke of the pain of refusing him, his immediate reaction to ask her not to, let him have what he came for so that he could be free of her pull, but that would leave him with nothing and speed his exit instead.
He expected nothing of her, save perhaps her wanting to curl against his side and wish to talk, to get to know him. Things that lovers might do if they were courting one another properly. Things that he had avoided for most of his life save for the one or two he'd enjoyed enough to have more than once. She was a temptation because of the thrill of who she was, a merchant's girl instead of one of his own kind, a denizen of the day instead of the night. If she'd been anyone else she wouldn't have tempted him half as much.
The tug of his trousers was a welcome surprise, and he eagerly helped her remove them, a brow raised to know she was willing enough to go so far as she was. A pleased smirk crossed his lips as he watched the reaction, the faint blush in her cheeks not giving her secret away to him as he simply enjoyed her reaction to him. No doubt he was different than any of the others she'd known, given how foreign she found him, but any further consideration of that was quickly driven from his mind as her fingers brushed over his length. Her hands were soft, so different than any other who'd taken hold of him, a sharp breath exhaled from his chest as his eyes closed.
"Tease." Nahash managed to breathe the word with a strained huff of laughter before she was kissing him, meeting her enthusiastically as she laid atop him. The way she pressed against him was so tantalizingly close, if either of them shifted just enough they could be joined, and though he was not the sort to beg it was driving him close to mad. Every word she spoke was pushing him further toward sacrificing the dignity he had left, and as she took hold of him again a desperate throaty sound broke free of his control. "There are ways to avoid a child..if we were careful.." He couldn't answer her question properly, she'd already denied him what he wanted.
His surprise was obvious as she pulled his trousers away. She had to suppress a giggle - what else had he expected? She thought she’d been rather clear in her intent. Still, it tugged at her heartstrings to see his brow raise and that playful smirk grace his lips. The way his breath sharpened and his eyes closed as she touched him. She wanted so badly to please him, to bring him joy instead of pain. More than that... she wanted him to remember her when he inevitably left.
It was a foolish wish, but one she harbored nonetheless. She wanted to believe that at least at this moment in his life, she truly was special. Even if she could never be special to him in the way he was to her.
His accusation created laughter of her own, fading as she brought her lips to his. When her hand wrapped around him, it elicited a sound deep in his throat that made her tremble in anticipation. Her head lowered, pressing to the skin of his chest, fighting everything within herself. His avoidance of her question was answer enough. What he wanted was what she was denying him. He could offer not honest answer less.
It stabbed through her and she was at war with herself. She wanted to give him everything he asked for. More than that, she knew that she wanted him to be her first. Unless her life somehow drastically changed, most likely her only. But was she ready for that here and now? Did she have the time to delay?
Finally she lifted her head to look down at him once more, swallowing hard. The depths of her brown eyes betrayed the turmoil within. “How long will you remain in Colchis?” she asked, her voice soft. “If I were to agree and we were careful, would you spend your time until you leave warming my bed, or would you simply give me a taste and leave me to starve, knowing you are nearby yet entirely out of my reach?”
She smiled at him, filled with a sincere earnestness, knowing she was probably being far more blunt than any man would likely want. Still, she had to believe that he would answer her honestly and trust she wasn't some fragile piece of glass that would dissolve into tears in the face of reality. “Please, just tell me the truth. I know your life will take you far from me. I won’t ask for anything more than you’re offering, truly. I want only to enjoy your company while I still can.”
Myrrine worried her lower lip between her teeth.
“I meant it when I promised you someday, Hashe. I will follow through on that, I swear to the Gods. But... I don’t want to rush through it. I want to savor every touch you give me, succumb to every sensation, relish in your kisses and teasing. Memorize it all to keep me sated when you are gone and my bed is cold. Is that so wrong?”
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His surprise was obvious as she pulled his trousers away. She had to suppress a giggle - what else had he expected? She thought she’d been rather clear in her intent. Still, it tugged at her heartstrings to see his brow raise and that playful smirk grace his lips. The way his breath sharpened and his eyes closed as she touched him. She wanted so badly to please him, to bring him joy instead of pain. More than that... she wanted him to remember her when he inevitably left.
It was a foolish wish, but one she harbored nonetheless. She wanted to believe that at least at this moment in his life, she truly was special. Even if she could never be special to him in the way he was to her.
His accusation created laughter of her own, fading as she brought her lips to his. When her hand wrapped around him, it elicited a sound deep in his throat that made her tremble in anticipation. Her head lowered, pressing to the skin of his chest, fighting everything within herself. His avoidance of her question was answer enough. What he wanted was what she was denying him. He could offer not honest answer less.
It stabbed through her and she was at war with herself. She wanted to give him everything he asked for. More than that, she knew that she wanted him to be her first. Unless her life somehow drastically changed, most likely her only. But was she ready for that here and now? Did she have the time to delay?
Finally she lifted her head to look down at him once more, swallowing hard. The depths of her brown eyes betrayed the turmoil within. “How long will you remain in Colchis?” she asked, her voice soft. “If I were to agree and we were careful, would you spend your time until you leave warming my bed, or would you simply give me a taste and leave me to starve, knowing you are nearby yet entirely out of my reach?”
She smiled at him, filled with a sincere earnestness, knowing she was probably being far more blunt than any man would likely want. Still, she had to believe that he would answer her honestly and trust she wasn't some fragile piece of glass that would dissolve into tears in the face of reality. “Please, just tell me the truth. I know your life will take you far from me. I won’t ask for anything more than you’re offering, truly. I want only to enjoy your company while I still can.”
Myrrine worried her lower lip between her teeth.
“I meant it when I promised you someday, Hashe. I will follow through on that, I swear to the Gods. But... I don’t want to rush through it. I want to savor every touch you give me, succumb to every sensation, relish in your kisses and teasing. Memorize it all to keep me sated when you are gone and my bed is cold. Is that so wrong?”
His surprise was obvious as she pulled his trousers away. She had to suppress a giggle - what else had he expected? She thought she’d been rather clear in her intent. Still, it tugged at her heartstrings to see his brow raise and that playful smirk grace his lips. The way his breath sharpened and his eyes closed as she touched him. She wanted so badly to please him, to bring him joy instead of pain. More than that... she wanted him to remember her when he inevitably left.
It was a foolish wish, but one she harbored nonetheless. She wanted to believe that at least at this moment in his life, she truly was special. Even if she could never be special to him in the way he was to her.
His accusation created laughter of her own, fading as she brought her lips to his. When her hand wrapped around him, it elicited a sound deep in his throat that made her tremble in anticipation. Her head lowered, pressing to the skin of his chest, fighting everything within herself. His avoidance of her question was answer enough. What he wanted was what she was denying him. He could offer not honest answer less.
It stabbed through her and she was at war with herself. She wanted to give him everything he asked for. More than that, she knew that she wanted him to be her first. Unless her life somehow drastically changed, most likely her only. But was she ready for that here and now? Did she have the time to delay?
Finally she lifted her head to look down at him once more, swallowing hard. The depths of her brown eyes betrayed the turmoil within. “How long will you remain in Colchis?” she asked, her voice soft. “If I were to agree and we were careful, would you spend your time until you leave warming my bed, or would you simply give me a taste and leave me to starve, knowing you are nearby yet entirely out of my reach?”
She smiled at him, filled with a sincere earnestness, knowing she was probably being far more blunt than any man would likely want. Still, she had to believe that he would answer her honestly and trust she wasn't some fragile piece of glass that would dissolve into tears in the face of reality. “Please, just tell me the truth. I know your life will take you far from me. I won’t ask for anything more than you’re offering, truly. I want only to enjoy your company while I still can.”
Myrrine worried her lower lip between her teeth.
“I meant it when I promised you someday, Hashe. I will follow through on that, I swear to the Gods. But... I don’t want to rush through it. I want to savor every touch you give me, succumb to every sensation, relish in your kisses and teasing. Memorize it all to keep me sated when you are gone and my bed is cold. Is that so wrong?”
How long would he be in Colchis?
Nahash struggled to even consider the time frame, at the current moment he couldn't remember when he'd arrived or exactly why they were here. It was made even more difficult by the hold she still had on him, a deep breath blown out as he slowly shifted them. This was not the sort of discussion he would be able to have in this position, and as much as he wanted her if she wanted answers he would have to be able to think with at least minor clarity.
The options were weighed as he took her hands, still keeping her straddled over him but this way with less potential for harm if she didn't like his answers. There were so many ways he could spin this. He could lie and say that he would be here for a while, that he would come back to her bed every night and keep her warm as long as he could, or he could tell her the truth and say that this would be one night, and he would likely not see her again. Anything in between truths and lies were available and as he looked up to her dark eyes he wished he hadn't pushed his luck and just given her an answer before she could think to ask.
"I don't know for sure. It could be days, it could be a month."I might have to leave without saying goodbye."I could promise to come see you as often as I'm able, if that would satisfy you." He doubted it would. Whatever it was she thought he did, it was nowhere close to what his life actually held. He could have offered to take her with him, but she would not want him once she knew him. She liked Hashe, the handsome stranger. She did not know and would not enjoy Nahash the sand snake who killed and stole.
The thief sighed as she continued, asking for more time and speaking more sweet words he did not want. He could not say it was wrong of her to want what she wanted anymore so than he was wrong for his own desires, he just couldn't make the promise she seemed to be pointedly not asking for.
"Not wrong, no. I shouldn't have asked." He ought to move her aside, get up and dress and vanish, accept that this was simply something he could not steal, and let it go. Let her go. There were plenty of others who would warm him with less effort, less danger. Instead he looked up at her, lifting both hands to cup her cheeks before tracing down her shoulders to her hips, the burn of lust slowly fading as he tried to come to terms with this being their last night.
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How long would he be in Colchis?
Nahash struggled to even consider the time frame, at the current moment he couldn't remember when he'd arrived or exactly why they were here. It was made even more difficult by the hold she still had on him, a deep breath blown out as he slowly shifted them. This was not the sort of discussion he would be able to have in this position, and as much as he wanted her if she wanted answers he would have to be able to think with at least minor clarity.
The options were weighed as he took her hands, still keeping her straddled over him but this way with less potential for harm if she didn't like his answers. There were so many ways he could spin this. He could lie and say that he would be here for a while, that he would come back to her bed every night and keep her warm as long as he could, or he could tell her the truth and say that this would be one night, and he would likely not see her again. Anything in between truths and lies were available and as he looked up to her dark eyes he wished he hadn't pushed his luck and just given her an answer before she could think to ask.
"I don't know for sure. It could be days, it could be a month."I might have to leave without saying goodbye."I could promise to come see you as often as I'm able, if that would satisfy you." He doubted it would. Whatever it was she thought he did, it was nowhere close to what his life actually held. He could have offered to take her with him, but she would not want him once she knew him. She liked Hashe, the handsome stranger. She did not know and would not enjoy Nahash the sand snake who killed and stole.
The thief sighed as she continued, asking for more time and speaking more sweet words he did not want. He could not say it was wrong of her to want what she wanted anymore so than he was wrong for his own desires, he just couldn't make the promise she seemed to be pointedly not asking for.
"Not wrong, no. I shouldn't have asked." He ought to move her aside, get up and dress and vanish, accept that this was simply something he could not steal, and let it go. Let her go. There were plenty of others who would warm him with less effort, less danger. Instead he looked up at her, lifting both hands to cup her cheeks before tracing down her shoulders to her hips, the burn of lust slowly fading as he tried to come to terms with this being their last night.
How long would he be in Colchis?
Nahash struggled to even consider the time frame, at the current moment he couldn't remember when he'd arrived or exactly why they were here. It was made even more difficult by the hold she still had on him, a deep breath blown out as he slowly shifted them. This was not the sort of discussion he would be able to have in this position, and as much as he wanted her if she wanted answers he would have to be able to think with at least minor clarity.
The options were weighed as he took her hands, still keeping her straddled over him but this way with less potential for harm if she didn't like his answers. There were so many ways he could spin this. He could lie and say that he would be here for a while, that he would come back to her bed every night and keep her warm as long as he could, or he could tell her the truth and say that this would be one night, and he would likely not see her again. Anything in between truths and lies were available and as he looked up to her dark eyes he wished he hadn't pushed his luck and just given her an answer before she could think to ask.
"I don't know for sure. It could be days, it could be a month."I might have to leave without saying goodbye."I could promise to come see you as often as I'm able, if that would satisfy you." He doubted it would. Whatever it was she thought he did, it was nowhere close to what his life actually held. He could have offered to take her with him, but she would not want him once she knew him. She liked Hashe, the handsome stranger. She did not know and would not enjoy Nahash the sand snake who killed and stole.
The thief sighed as she continued, asking for more time and speaking more sweet words he did not want. He could not say it was wrong of her to want what she wanted anymore so than he was wrong for his own desires, he just couldn't make the promise she seemed to be pointedly not asking for.
"Not wrong, no. I shouldn't have asked." He ought to move her aside, get up and dress and vanish, accept that this was simply something he could not steal, and let it go. Let her go. There were plenty of others who would warm him with less effort, less danger. Instead he looked up at her, lifting both hands to cup her cheeks before tracing down her shoulders to her hips, the burn of lust slowly fading as he tried to come to terms with this being their last night.
Something sank within her as he struggled to answer. It shouldn’t have been a difficult answer. Even after he adjusted her to lessen his distractions, at least that was what she assumed. There was only reason she could think of why he wouldn’t be able to offer an answer. He was trying to let her down easily. His words only confirmed that fact within her mind.
She wouldn’t deny that she was disappointed. Not just that her time with him was going to be far less than she had hoped for, but that he didn’t trust her enough to just say it. Instead he wanted to dance around it, offering her empty comfort. Her spine straightened, putting a little more distance between them.
“I understand.”
She had laid herself bare to him in near every way a woman could. She had underestimated the vulnerability of that. But the more she thought, the more she knew her choice. There was a risk of regret, but she feared she would regret it far worse if she withdrew, left to always wonder what if.
Her head snapped back up to look at him, eyes sharp and focused at his words. “No, don’t apologize for being honest with me.”
Myrrine pursed her lips. “If I may only have this night with you, I want to make the most of it. If you come to me again, I will be grateful, but I will expect nothing beyond tonight.” The words he clearly needed to hear came so easily to her lips now. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead to his, inhaling deeply as one hand gently stroked his cheek. She didn’t dare reveal the full truth to him, afraid he’d jump straight out her window. If she was lucky, he need never know that he was her first and only.
“If tonight is my only chance to have you, Hashe, then there is no question. I will not deny you or myself any longer.”
She pressed her lips to his. There was an aching need behind it, and she stoked it, long and slow, needing to close the distance she had opened between them. When she pulled back, she rolled off him so she lay next to him, ready to let him take charge. Her voice when she spoke was both husky with desire and raw with something she couldn't quite place.
"Take me, Hashe. Tonight, I'm yours."
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Something sank within her as he struggled to answer. It shouldn’t have been a difficult answer. Even after he adjusted her to lessen his distractions, at least that was what she assumed. There was only reason she could think of why he wouldn’t be able to offer an answer. He was trying to let her down easily. His words only confirmed that fact within her mind.
She wouldn’t deny that she was disappointed. Not just that her time with him was going to be far less than she had hoped for, but that he didn’t trust her enough to just say it. Instead he wanted to dance around it, offering her empty comfort. Her spine straightened, putting a little more distance between them.
“I understand.”
She had laid herself bare to him in near every way a woman could. She had underestimated the vulnerability of that. But the more she thought, the more she knew her choice. There was a risk of regret, but she feared she would regret it far worse if she withdrew, left to always wonder what if.
Her head snapped back up to look at him, eyes sharp and focused at his words. “No, don’t apologize for being honest with me.”
Myrrine pursed her lips. “If I may only have this night with you, I want to make the most of it. If you come to me again, I will be grateful, but I will expect nothing beyond tonight.” The words he clearly needed to hear came so easily to her lips now. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead to his, inhaling deeply as one hand gently stroked his cheek. She didn’t dare reveal the full truth to him, afraid he’d jump straight out her window. If she was lucky, he need never know that he was her first and only.
“If tonight is my only chance to have you, Hashe, then there is no question. I will not deny you or myself any longer.”
She pressed her lips to his. There was an aching need behind it, and she stoked it, long and slow, needing to close the distance she had opened between them. When she pulled back, she rolled off him so she lay next to him, ready to let him take charge. Her voice when she spoke was both husky with desire and raw with something she couldn't quite place.
"Take me, Hashe. Tonight, I'm yours."
Something sank within her as he struggled to answer. It shouldn’t have been a difficult answer. Even after he adjusted her to lessen his distractions, at least that was what she assumed. There was only reason she could think of why he wouldn’t be able to offer an answer. He was trying to let her down easily. His words only confirmed that fact within her mind.
She wouldn’t deny that she was disappointed. Not just that her time with him was going to be far less than she had hoped for, but that he didn’t trust her enough to just say it. Instead he wanted to dance around it, offering her empty comfort. Her spine straightened, putting a little more distance between them.
“I understand.”
She had laid herself bare to him in near every way a woman could. She had underestimated the vulnerability of that. But the more she thought, the more she knew her choice. There was a risk of regret, but she feared she would regret it far worse if she withdrew, left to always wonder what if.
Her head snapped back up to look at him, eyes sharp and focused at his words. “No, don’t apologize for being honest with me.”
Myrrine pursed her lips. “If I may only have this night with you, I want to make the most of it. If you come to me again, I will be grateful, but I will expect nothing beyond tonight.” The words he clearly needed to hear came so easily to her lips now. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead to his, inhaling deeply as one hand gently stroked his cheek. She didn’t dare reveal the full truth to him, afraid he’d jump straight out her window. If she was lucky, he need never know that he was her first and only.
“If tonight is my only chance to have you, Hashe, then there is no question. I will not deny you or myself any longer.”
She pressed her lips to his. There was an aching need behind it, and she stoked it, long and slow, needing to close the distance she had opened between them. When she pulled back, she rolled off him so she lay next to him, ready to let him take charge. Her voice when she spoke was both husky with desire and raw with something she couldn't quite place.
"Take me, Hashe. Tonight, I'm yours."
The animal part of his mind and body were cursing him heartily right now, demanding to know why he hadn't just lied and gone ahead with what he'd been thinking about for what felt like ages now. It had been only a few days and he'd grown more fixated on her than he ever should have been. Sleeping with her now would mean something that wasn't just to be gotten over with, that was becoming all to clear. Even as he laid naked in bed with her and desired everything she would give him, he felt more for her than any other, and that would only lead to danger.
Attachments were to be given up. He could swear an oath to only his brother and tribe of loyalty, only revenge to the man who had thrown them into this life. Perhaps once he had killed him, once he had made the man suffer the way his mother and brother had at his hand. It would have been easy enough for him to keep them, his mother was young and beautiful, a favorite of everyone save for the jealous wife and son. Would it have been better if instead of turning them out his half-brother had kept his mother as a wife of his own like he'd done the rest? None of it mattered overmuch now, he was far away from the land of his birth, the only thing he had was his name and his brother to remind him of the past.
He laughed softly as if in apology as she scolded him for his previous attempt. She thought him honest, and it could not be further from the truth. How would she find him if she knew everything. Certainly she wouldn't be pressing close as she was now, sharing her lips with him and touching his face with the softness reserved for someone beloved. She wouldn't be moving to lay beside him, offering her body so freely. If he wasn't a thief and murderer who lived without honor in every aspect of his life he would not have considered her offer, but he was, and in this he found he had little willpower to resist.
Eyes dark with a desire that had not fully faded, he paused for a breath, looking her over to commit it all to memory. The way her lips parted, her chest rose with each breath, her body was there for his taking. And now she was asking him, saying that for the night she was his, and no matter how good a man he didn't know any who would be able to resist. Without a word he shifted, moving his body atop hers and commanding her mouth with his own, an urgent heat driving him on. One arm braced around her head kept him from crushing her petite frame as his other sought to part her legs and bring them together at last. His touch found the most sensitive part of her, his own length pressed and poised to join their bodies as his fingers teased at her, nose brushing her own as an unexpected question left him.
"You're certain..?"
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The animal part of his mind and body were cursing him heartily right now, demanding to know why he hadn't just lied and gone ahead with what he'd been thinking about for what felt like ages now. It had been only a few days and he'd grown more fixated on her than he ever should have been. Sleeping with her now would mean something that wasn't just to be gotten over with, that was becoming all to clear. Even as he laid naked in bed with her and desired everything she would give him, he felt more for her than any other, and that would only lead to danger.
Attachments were to be given up. He could swear an oath to only his brother and tribe of loyalty, only revenge to the man who had thrown them into this life. Perhaps once he had killed him, once he had made the man suffer the way his mother and brother had at his hand. It would have been easy enough for him to keep them, his mother was young and beautiful, a favorite of everyone save for the jealous wife and son. Would it have been better if instead of turning them out his half-brother had kept his mother as a wife of his own like he'd done the rest? None of it mattered overmuch now, he was far away from the land of his birth, the only thing he had was his name and his brother to remind him of the past.
He laughed softly as if in apology as she scolded him for his previous attempt. She thought him honest, and it could not be further from the truth. How would she find him if she knew everything. Certainly she wouldn't be pressing close as she was now, sharing her lips with him and touching his face with the softness reserved for someone beloved. She wouldn't be moving to lay beside him, offering her body so freely. If he wasn't a thief and murderer who lived without honor in every aspect of his life he would not have considered her offer, but he was, and in this he found he had little willpower to resist.
Eyes dark with a desire that had not fully faded, he paused for a breath, looking her over to commit it all to memory. The way her lips parted, her chest rose with each breath, her body was there for his taking. And now she was asking him, saying that for the night she was his, and no matter how good a man he didn't know any who would be able to resist. Without a word he shifted, moving his body atop hers and commanding her mouth with his own, an urgent heat driving him on. One arm braced around her head kept him from crushing her petite frame as his other sought to part her legs and bring them together at last. His touch found the most sensitive part of her, his own length pressed and poised to join their bodies as his fingers teased at her, nose brushing her own as an unexpected question left him.
"You're certain..?"
The animal part of his mind and body were cursing him heartily right now, demanding to know why he hadn't just lied and gone ahead with what he'd been thinking about for what felt like ages now. It had been only a few days and he'd grown more fixated on her than he ever should have been. Sleeping with her now would mean something that wasn't just to be gotten over with, that was becoming all to clear. Even as he laid naked in bed with her and desired everything she would give him, he felt more for her than any other, and that would only lead to danger.
Attachments were to be given up. He could swear an oath to only his brother and tribe of loyalty, only revenge to the man who had thrown them into this life. Perhaps once he had killed him, once he had made the man suffer the way his mother and brother had at his hand. It would have been easy enough for him to keep them, his mother was young and beautiful, a favorite of everyone save for the jealous wife and son. Would it have been better if instead of turning them out his half-brother had kept his mother as a wife of his own like he'd done the rest? None of it mattered overmuch now, he was far away from the land of his birth, the only thing he had was his name and his brother to remind him of the past.
He laughed softly as if in apology as she scolded him for his previous attempt. She thought him honest, and it could not be further from the truth. How would she find him if she knew everything. Certainly she wouldn't be pressing close as she was now, sharing her lips with him and touching his face with the softness reserved for someone beloved. She wouldn't be moving to lay beside him, offering her body so freely. If he wasn't a thief and murderer who lived without honor in every aspect of his life he would not have considered her offer, but he was, and in this he found he had little willpower to resist.
Eyes dark with a desire that had not fully faded, he paused for a breath, looking her over to commit it all to memory. The way her lips parted, her chest rose with each breath, her body was there for his taking. And now she was asking him, saying that for the night she was his, and no matter how good a man he didn't know any who would be able to resist. Without a word he shifted, moving his body atop hers and commanding her mouth with his own, an urgent heat driving him on. One arm braced around her head kept him from crushing her petite frame as his other sought to part her legs and bring them together at last. His touch found the most sensitive part of her, his own length pressed and poised to join their bodies as his fingers teased at her, nose brushing her own as an unexpected question left him.
"You're certain..?"
She couldn’t know the thoughts that flooded his mind. Yet she sensed she had pushed too far, too hard, with her questioning. She had only wanted to know how much time they had, a way to judge how to ease him into the truth. Instead, she had eliminated any hope for even a brief future. She felt that in her bones. Had she said nothing, perhaps he might have returned to her.
But if she was only to have one night, she would make the most of it.
There was no time to warn him. Besides, she feared he would be gone the instant she uttered the word virgin. She had spooked him with her questions and her requests. Made him believe she wanted more than she ever had dared to. To add anything to that was asking for disaster.
Myrrine was certain she wanted him to be her first. Most likely, he would be her only. Her only shot at a glimpse of all she would miss out on for the sake of her family. She couldn’t let that opportunity pass by. She was far too weak and lonely for that. Not when a man she couldn’t dream of deserving was naked and wanting beside her.
She lay beside him, her head turned to watch him, offering a silent prayer to Aphrodite that he would stay and accept her. He hesitated for long enough she was half sure he had already changed his mind, decided that she was too much trouble for not enough reward.
Finally, he began to move and she found her heart in her throat as she feared he would reach for his clothes. Instead, he reached for her. As his lips met hers, she was able to relax, her arms quickly wrapping around him, pulling him close, as though she wasn’t quite sure he was real. She began to move beneath him, all the doubt and fear of moments before forgotten. There was only him now, and she was desperate for him.
His hand reached down to part her legs and she broke free of the kiss, her head tipping back in a low moan as he touched her. She opened herself to him even as she quivered beneath him. She could feel him pressing against her as well as how slick and ready for him she was. She could only pray it would be enough.
Myrrine shifted her head back to meet his eyes, their noses brushing together. She should have been more afraid - it seemed impossible that he would fit and she was yet untouched. Yet with him, she felt inexplicably safe. He wouldn’t hurt her, not intentionally. More than that, she wanted this in a way she never could have forseen. Even now, her body squirmed at his touch, arching into him rather than away.
“I am.”
She captured her lower lip between her teeth as her own hand reached low to palm him length, feeling the size of him. There was a request she needed to make without alarming him. Somehow, she doubted she would be the first to ask such of him. She couldn’t imagine he was merely average. There was no reason he needed to know her concern was based in complete lack of experience.
Her eyes tentatively met his as she gently stroked him, once, twice, three times before her hand fell away to her side. “Will you start slow? So I can adjust to you?”
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She couldn’t know the thoughts that flooded his mind. Yet she sensed she had pushed too far, too hard, with her questioning. She had only wanted to know how much time they had, a way to judge how to ease him into the truth. Instead, she had eliminated any hope for even a brief future. She felt that in her bones. Had she said nothing, perhaps he might have returned to her.
But if she was only to have one night, she would make the most of it.
There was no time to warn him. Besides, she feared he would be gone the instant she uttered the word virgin. She had spooked him with her questions and her requests. Made him believe she wanted more than she ever had dared to. To add anything to that was asking for disaster.
Myrrine was certain she wanted him to be her first. Most likely, he would be her only. Her only shot at a glimpse of all she would miss out on for the sake of her family. She couldn’t let that opportunity pass by. She was far too weak and lonely for that. Not when a man she couldn’t dream of deserving was naked and wanting beside her.
She lay beside him, her head turned to watch him, offering a silent prayer to Aphrodite that he would stay and accept her. He hesitated for long enough she was half sure he had already changed his mind, decided that she was too much trouble for not enough reward.
Finally, he began to move and she found her heart in her throat as she feared he would reach for his clothes. Instead, he reached for her. As his lips met hers, she was able to relax, her arms quickly wrapping around him, pulling him close, as though she wasn’t quite sure he was real. She began to move beneath him, all the doubt and fear of moments before forgotten. There was only him now, and she was desperate for him.
His hand reached down to part her legs and she broke free of the kiss, her head tipping back in a low moan as he touched her. She opened herself to him even as she quivered beneath him. She could feel him pressing against her as well as how slick and ready for him she was. She could only pray it would be enough.
Myrrine shifted her head back to meet his eyes, their noses brushing together. She should have been more afraid - it seemed impossible that he would fit and she was yet untouched. Yet with him, she felt inexplicably safe. He wouldn’t hurt her, not intentionally. More than that, she wanted this in a way she never could have forseen. Even now, her body squirmed at his touch, arching into him rather than away.
“I am.”
She captured her lower lip between her teeth as her own hand reached low to palm him length, feeling the size of him. There was a request she needed to make without alarming him. Somehow, she doubted she would be the first to ask such of him. She couldn’t imagine he was merely average. There was no reason he needed to know her concern was based in complete lack of experience.
Her eyes tentatively met his as she gently stroked him, once, twice, three times before her hand fell away to her side. “Will you start slow? So I can adjust to you?”
She couldn’t know the thoughts that flooded his mind. Yet she sensed she had pushed too far, too hard, with her questioning. She had only wanted to know how much time they had, a way to judge how to ease him into the truth. Instead, she had eliminated any hope for even a brief future. She felt that in her bones. Had she said nothing, perhaps he might have returned to her.
But if she was only to have one night, she would make the most of it.
There was no time to warn him. Besides, she feared he would be gone the instant she uttered the word virgin. She had spooked him with her questions and her requests. Made him believe she wanted more than she ever had dared to. To add anything to that was asking for disaster.
Myrrine was certain she wanted him to be her first. Most likely, he would be her only. Her only shot at a glimpse of all she would miss out on for the sake of her family. She couldn’t let that opportunity pass by. She was far too weak and lonely for that. Not when a man she couldn’t dream of deserving was naked and wanting beside her.
She lay beside him, her head turned to watch him, offering a silent prayer to Aphrodite that he would stay and accept her. He hesitated for long enough she was half sure he had already changed his mind, decided that she was too much trouble for not enough reward.
Finally, he began to move and she found her heart in her throat as she feared he would reach for his clothes. Instead, he reached for her. As his lips met hers, she was able to relax, her arms quickly wrapping around him, pulling him close, as though she wasn’t quite sure he was real. She began to move beneath him, all the doubt and fear of moments before forgotten. There was only him now, and she was desperate for him.
His hand reached down to part her legs and she broke free of the kiss, her head tipping back in a low moan as he touched her. She opened herself to him even as she quivered beneath him. She could feel him pressing against her as well as how slick and ready for him she was. She could only pray it would be enough.
Myrrine shifted her head back to meet his eyes, their noses brushing together. She should have been more afraid - it seemed impossible that he would fit and she was yet untouched. Yet with him, she felt inexplicably safe. He wouldn’t hurt her, not intentionally. More than that, she wanted this in a way she never could have forseen. Even now, her body squirmed at his touch, arching into him rather than away.
“I am.”
She captured her lower lip between her teeth as her own hand reached low to palm him length, feeling the size of him. There was a request she needed to make without alarming him. Somehow, she doubted she would be the first to ask such of him. She couldn’t imagine he was merely average. There was no reason he needed to know her concern was based in complete lack of experience.
Her eyes tentatively met his as she gently stroked him, once, twice, three times before her hand fell away to her side. “Will you start slow? So I can adjust to you?”
"I am."
It was all he needed, whether this was the only time or just the first. Her hand along his length drew him even closer, eyes fluttering shut with the anticipation and desire. Of all things he hadn't really expected her to request that of him, not that it was entirely shocking to do. He'd already held suspicion she was not as experienced as she seemed to be, there was always an anticipation with a new partner he supposed, especially since she did not make a living of this sort of behavior as opposed to many of his past lovers.
With a soft breath that could have been a laugh or a sigh, Nahash met her gaze and brushed his thumb across her cheek and over her lips before kissing her as if sealing a promise. "Of course, amil. As you wish." Perhaps he should have been more cautious, after all he'd never told her anything about where he'd come from or who he was, asking around the Egyptian merchants would get her no translation of his words, but in a moment like this it was the last thing on his mind.
Adjusting his hold on her hips he pulled her closer to him, taking his time as she had requested in sinking into her. There was no better feeling, this moment where he would have savored their joining even if she had not asked such of him. The anticipation of what was to come, the pleasure laid out before them theirs for the taking, her body trembling around him. A sharp exhale left him as he buried his face in her neck, waiting for a sign from her as his beard brushed against her throat. There was a fear in the back of his mind he was refusing to acknowledge, that she had not told him the extent of her experience, but it was impossible to even consider as he kept his motions agonizingly slow.
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"I am."
It was all he needed, whether this was the only time or just the first. Her hand along his length drew him even closer, eyes fluttering shut with the anticipation and desire. Of all things he hadn't really expected her to request that of him, not that it was entirely shocking to do. He'd already held suspicion she was not as experienced as she seemed to be, there was always an anticipation with a new partner he supposed, especially since she did not make a living of this sort of behavior as opposed to many of his past lovers.
With a soft breath that could have been a laugh or a sigh, Nahash met her gaze and brushed his thumb across her cheek and over her lips before kissing her as if sealing a promise. "Of course, amil. As you wish." Perhaps he should have been more cautious, after all he'd never told her anything about where he'd come from or who he was, asking around the Egyptian merchants would get her no translation of his words, but in a moment like this it was the last thing on his mind.
Adjusting his hold on her hips he pulled her closer to him, taking his time as she had requested in sinking into her. There was no better feeling, this moment where he would have savored their joining even if she had not asked such of him. The anticipation of what was to come, the pleasure laid out before them theirs for the taking, her body trembling around him. A sharp exhale left him as he buried his face in her neck, waiting for a sign from her as his beard brushed against her throat. There was a fear in the back of his mind he was refusing to acknowledge, that she had not told him the extent of her experience, but it was impossible to even consider as he kept his motions agonizingly slow.
"I am."
It was all he needed, whether this was the only time or just the first. Her hand along his length drew him even closer, eyes fluttering shut with the anticipation and desire. Of all things he hadn't really expected her to request that of him, not that it was entirely shocking to do. He'd already held suspicion she was not as experienced as she seemed to be, there was always an anticipation with a new partner he supposed, especially since she did not make a living of this sort of behavior as opposed to many of his past lovers.
With a soft breath that could have been a laugh or a sigh, Nahash met her gaze and brushed his thumb across her cheek and over her lips before kissing her as if sealing a promise. "Of course, amil. As you wish." Perhaps he should have been more cautious, after all he'd never told her anything about where he'd come from or who he was, asking around the Egyptian merchants would get her no translation of his words, but in a moment like this it was the last thing on his mind.
Adjusting his hold on her hips he pulled her closer to him, taking his time as she had requested in sinking into her. There was no better feeling, this moment where he would have savored their joining even if she had not asked such of him. The anticipation of what was to come, the pleasure laid out before them theirs for the taking, her body trembling around him. A sharp exhale left him as he buried his face in her neck, waiting for a sign from her as his beard brushed against her throat. There was a fear in the back of his mind he was refusing to acknowledge, that she had not told him the extent of her experience, but it was impossible to even consider as he kept his motions agonizingly slow.
As he brushed his thumb over her cheek and lips, she closed her eyes, returning his kiss as relief flooded through her. There was a promise within the kiss rather than heat, and somehow that reassured her even more. He was here. For tonight, no matter what happened tomorrow and beyond, for tonight, he would be hers.
His voice drew her back to the moment as she opened her eyes. She did not know what it was that he called her - it was a word she had never heard before - all she knew was she loved the way it sounded on his lips. Enough to make her heart race and her stomach flutter just at the sound of it. She kissed him once more, soft and tender, in thanks.
She tried to still her nerve, trusting entirely in him as he tugged at her hips. Perhaps if she had known what to expect beyond just vague logisitics, she might have been able to stop her trembling. As it was, the anticipation and unknown was killing her. She wanted him; she was ready for him. That much she knew.
Myrrine gasped sharply as he pressed into her, relieved he was moving as slow as he was. There was a quick pinch and the feel of being stretched, but the discomfort faded quickly. He buried his face in her hair and neck and she was grateful to do the same, her teeth lightly scraping his shoulder as her fingers dug into the skin of his back as he filled her to the hilt.
A few deep breaths later and she felt herself relax around his girth, her grip on him following suit. Her hips flexed slightly beneath him, tilting up and pressing into him, moaning in surprise at the sensation that intensified with such a minor shift of pressure. Her back arched slightly until her tender breasts pressed to the warmth of his chest. She turned her head, nuzzling his cheek with her nose until her lips found his ear.
“Kiss me, Hashe.”
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As he brushed his thumb over her cheek and lips, she closed her eyes, returning his kiss as relief flooded through her. There was a promise within the kiss rather than heat, and somehow that reassured her even more. He was here. For tonight, no matter what happened tomorrow and beyond, for tonight, he would be hers.
His voice drew her back to the moment as she opened her eyes. She did not know what it was that he called her - it was a word she had never heard before - all she knew was she loved the way it sounded on his lips. Enough to make her heart race and her stomach flutter just at the sound of it. She kissed him once more, soft and tender, in thanks.
She tried to still her nerve, trusting entirely in him as he tugged at her hips. Perhaps if she had known what to expect beyond just vague logisitics, she might have been able to stop her trembling. As it was, the anticipation and unknown was killing her. She wanted him; she was ready for him. That much she knew.
Myrrine gasped sharply as he pressed into her, relieved he was moving as slow as he was. There was a quick pinch and the feel of being stretched, but the discomfort faded quickly. He buried his face in her hair and neck and she was grateful to do the same, her teeth lightly scraping his shoulder as her fingers dug into the skin of his back as he filled her to the hilt.
A few deep breaths later and she felt herself relax around his girth, her grip on him following suit. Her hips flexed slightly beneath him, tilting up and pressing into him, moaning in surprise at the sensation that intensified with such a minor shift of pressure. Her back arched slightly until her tender breasts pressed to the warmth of his chest. She turned her head, nuzzling his cheek with her nose until her lips found his ear.
“Kiss me, Hashe.”
As he brushed his thumb over her cheek and lips, she closed her eyes, returning his kiss as relief flooded through her. There was a promise within the kiss rather than heat, and somehow that reassured her even more. He was here. For tonight, no matter what happened tomorrow and beyond, for tonight, he would be hers.
His voice drew her back to the moment as she opened her eyes. She did not know what it was that he called her - it was a word she had never heard before - all she knew was she loved the way it sounded on his lips. Enough to make her heart race and her stomach flutter just at the sound of it. She kissed him once more, soft and tender, in thanks.
She tried to still her nerve, trusting entirely in him as he tugged at her hips. Perhaps if she had known what to expect beyond just vague logisitics, she might have been able to stop her trembling. As it was, the anticipation and unknown was killing her. She wanted him; she was ready for him. That much she knew.
Myrrine gasped sharply as he pressed into her, relieved he was moving as slow as he was. There was a quick pinch and the feel of being stretched, but the discomfort faded quickly. He buried his face in her hair and neck and she was grateful to do the same, her teeth lightly scraping his shoulder as her fingers dug into the skin of his back as he filled her to the hilt.
A few deep breaths later and she felt herself relax around his girth, her grip on him following suit. Her hips flexed slightly beneath him, tilting up and pressing into him, moaning in surprise at the sensation that intensified with such a minor shift of pressure. Her back arched slightly until her tender breasts pressed to the warmth of his chest. She turned her head, nuzzling his cheek with her nose until her lips found his ear.
“Kiss me, Hashe.”
It was a battle to keep still until she relaxed somewhat beneath him, the scrape of her teeth against his shoulder driving him mad, her nails biting into his skin could have drawn blood and he would have hardly noticed. He almost wished they would to give him permanent memory of this when he left, it had happened on occasions before, and with far less than whatever meaning he was allowing it to have. His own mouth had already left a dark bruise against her collarbone, and was well on the way to creating another when her hips shifted and his focus was temporarily lost.
The way she pressed up against him was tantalizing, so entirely tempting he nearly forgot his promise, his grip tightening on her hips to try to remind himself as he slowed his pace. Her next request was much easier to follow, and he caught her lips with his in a blistering kiss until he couldn't breathe, muffling the sounds of pleasure. It completely escaped him that they weren't alone in the house, and had he been any more aware he might have remembered that her father was present, as well as the children that were siblings. If the old man had come upon them he doubted very much that Myrrine would ever want to see him again, or even that she would live to see the morning if he didn't find a way to get her out. Then again, he had no idea what fathers thought of this sort of behavior in their daughters in Greece, and it was the furthest thing from his mind as she moved with him.
Nahash had every intention of doing as she asked, allowing the tension between them to build with each slow roll of his hips. This though was different than the others, and it wasn't supposed to be anything special. It was a release they sought, that was it, nothing more, but the way she clung to him, the way she kissed him, it felt off. His past conquests had been about mutual pleasure, nothing else, the way that she spoke to him and seemed to care, the way he cared when he tried so hard not to, it was not safe. Pulling back enough to manipulate them, he blessed her small, light frame to the gods he could think of as he adjusted their bodies so she was on her stomach. Once he had found his place within her he kept the motions slow, the additional tightness and angle he found here drawing a low moan from him that he tried to smother in her shoulder, one arm tucked about her torso to keep her close to him, his hand returning to the supple fullness of her chest.
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It was a battle to keep still until she relaxed somewhat beneath him, the scrape of her teeth against his shoulder driving him mad, her nails biting into his skin could have drawn blood and he would have hardly noticed. He almost wished they would to give him permanent memory of this when he left, it had happened on occasions before, and with far less than whatever meaning he was allowing it to have. His own mouth had already left a dark bruise against her collarbone, and was well on the way to creating another when her hips shifted and his focus was temporarily lost.
The way she pressed up against him was tantalizing, so entirely tempting he nearly forgot his promise, his grip tightening on her hips to try to remind himself as he slowed his pace. Her next request was much easier to follow, and he caught her lips with his in a blistering kiss until he couldn't breathe, muffling the sounds of pleasure. It completely escaped him that they weren't alone in the house, and had he been any more aware he might have remembered that her father was present, as well as the children that were siblings. If the old man had come upon them he doubted very much that Myrrine would ever want to see him again, or even that she would live to see the morning if he didn't find a way to get her out. Then again, he had no idea what fathers thought of this sort of behavior in their daughters in Greece, and it was the furthest thing from his mind as she moved with him.
Nahash had every intention of doing as she asked, allowing the tension between them to build with each slow roll of his hips. This though was different than the others, and it wasn't supposed to be anything special. It was a release they sought, that was it, nothing more, but the way she clung to him, the way she kissed him, it felt off. His past conquests had been about mutual pleasure, nothing else, the way that she spoke to him and seemed to care, the way he cared when he tried so hard not to, it was not safe. Pulling back enough to manipulate them, he blessed her small, light frame to the gods he could think of as he adjusted their bodies so she was on her stomach. Once he had found his place within her he kept the motions slow, the additional tightness and angle he found here drawing a low moan from him that he tried to smother in her shoulder, one arm tucked about her torso to keep her close to him, his hand returning to the supple fullness of her chest.
It was a battle to keep still until she relaxed somewhat beneath him, the scrape of her teeth against his shoulder driving him mad, her nails biting into his skin could have drawn blood and he would have hardly noticed. He almost wished they would to give him permanent memory of this when he left, it had happened on occasions before, and with far less than whatever meaning he was allowing it to have. His own mouth had already left a dark bruise against her collarbone, and was well on the way to creating another when her hips shifted and his focus was temporarily lost.
The way she pressed up against him was tantalizing, so entirely tempting he nearly forgot his promise, his grip tightening on her hips to try to remind himself as he slowed his pace. Her next request was much easier to follow, and he caught her lips with his in a blistering kiss until he couldn't breathe, muffling the sounds of pleasure. It completely escaped him that they weren't alone in the house, and had he been any more aware he might have remembered that her father was present, as well as the children that were siblings. If the old man had come upon them he doubted very much that Myrrine would ever want to see him again, or even that she would live to see the morning if he didn't find a way to get her out. Then again, he had no idea what fathers thought of this sort of behavior in their daughters in Greece, and it was the furthest thing from his mind as she moved with him.
Nahash had every intention of doing as she asked, allowing the tension between them to build with each slow roll of his hips. This though was different than the others, and it wasn't supposed to be anything special. It was a release they sought, that was it, nothing more, but the way she clung to him, the way she kissed him, it felt off. His past conquests had been about mutual pleasure, nothing else, the way that she spoke to him and seemed to care, the way he cared when he tried so hard not to, it was not safe. Pulling back enough to manipulate them, he blessed her small, light frame to the gods he could think of as he adjusted their bodies so she was on her stomach. Once he had found his place within her he kept the motions slow, the additional tightness and angle he found here drawing a low moan from him that he tried to smother in her shoulder, one arm tucked about her torso to keep her close to him, his hand returning to the supple fullness of her chest.
She could feel his struggle to restrain himself in the way his fingers dug into her hips, even as she found herself moving against him, silently encouraging him. Of course, she had no idea just how much he was holding back. Just as he was clueless as to the true need to do so.
His lips claimed her own in a kiss that burned through her. It was the sort of kiss that was all-consuming and demanding. She gave into it with enthusiasm, feeling the same intensity between them flaring once more. It was just as that night in the alley when she had been half a moment from letting him take her virginity there. This magnetic draw to him that erased all rational thought and all sense of caution from her.
Nothing could matter more to her in that moment than Hashe - crazy though that may be.
His kiss accomplished what she had hoped, banishing the last of any resistance from her body. Her mind was numbed by the sheer feel of him, no more pesky concerns infringing on the moment. She could give herself to him completely. She began to clench around him as he rolled his hips against hers, gradually building the tension between them. Meanwhile, his kiss left her barely able to catch her breath and unwilling to pause long enough to try. Air mattered not to her - only him.
Suddenly, he pulled back, and her eyes opened just enough to look up at him in confusion before his hands were moving her onto her stomach as though she were no more than a piece of parchment. This change confused her, but she didn’t fight it. After all, only one of them knew what they were doing - and it wasn’t her. Besides, so long as Hashe enjoyed this, that was what mattered. She would be grateful just to have experienced it for once in her life.
He pushed inside her once more, making her groan as he seemed to push even deeper than before, touching a spot within that made her buck her hips with a surge of pleasure. She wished she could kiss him, or touch him, anything to connect with him. But the way one arm wrapped around her, keeping her tucked close to him and the other returned to her chest, she felt some comfort.
Myrrine closed her eyes once more, determined to lose herself in this. Her fingers clutched at the blankets beneath her as she began to be overwhelmed by all he was giving her. Her other hand shifted beneath her body to rest over his, gently squeezing to tighten his own grip on her tender breasts. Her body ached for him and she had no idea how to relieve it except to surrender to his expertise. His motions drew sound after sound from her lips, thankfully muffled some as she pressed her face into the bed amidst her gasps for breath. As that pressure began to build within her core, his name became like a mantra - somewhere between a sound of satisfaction and a plea for more.
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She could feel his struggle to restrain himself in the way his fingers dug into her hips, even as she found herself moving against him, silently encouraging him. Of course, she had no idea just how much he was holding back. Just as he was clueless as to the true need to do so.
His lips claimed her own in a kiss that burned through her. It was the sort of kiss that was all-consuming and demanding. She gave into it with enthusiasm, feeling the same intensity between them flaring once more. It was just as that night in the alley when she had been half a moment from letting him take her virginity there. This magnetic draw to him that erased all rational thought and all sense of caution from her.
Nothing could matter more to her in that moment than Hashe - crazy though that may be.
His kiss accomplished what she had hoped, banishing the last of any resistance from her body. Her mind was numbed by the sheer feel of him, no more pesky concerns infringing on the moment. She could give herself to him completely. She began to clench around him as he rolled his hips against hers, gradually building the tension between them. Meanwhile, his kiss left her barely able to catch her breath and unwilling to pause long enough to try. Air mattered not to her - only him.
Suddenly, he pulled back, and her eyes opened just enough to look up at him in confusion before his hands were moving her onto her stomach as though she were no more than a piece of parchment. This change confused her, but she didn’t fight it. After all, only one of them knew what they were doing - and it wasn’t her. Besides, so long as Hashe enjoyed this, that was what mattered. She would be grateful just to have experienced it for once in her life.
He pushed inside her once more, making her groan as he seemed to push even deeper than before, touching a spot within that made her buck her hips with a surge of pleasure. She wished she could kiss him, or touch him, anything to connect with him. But the way one arm wrapped around her, keeping her tucked close to him and the other returned to her chest, she felt some comfort.
Myrrine closed her eyes once more, determined to lose herself in this. Her fingers clutched at the blankets beneath her as she began to be overwhelmed by all he was giving her. Her other hand shifted beneath her body to rest over his, gently squeezing to tighten his own grip on her tender breasts. Her body ached for him and she had no idea how to relieve it except to surrender to his expertise. His motions drew sound after sound from her lips, thankfully muffled some as she pressed her face into the bed amidst her gasps for breath. As that pressure began to build within her core, his name became like a mantra - somewhere between a sound of satisfaction and a plea for more.
She could feel his struggle to restrain himself in the way his fingers dug into her hips, even as she found herself moving against him, silently encouraging him. Of course, she had no idea just how much he was holding back. Just as he was clueless as to the true need to do so.
His lips claimed her own in a kiss that burned through her. It was the sort of kiss that was all-consuming and demanding. She gave into it with enthusiasm, feeling the same intensity between them flaring once more. It was just as that night in the alley when she had been half a moment from letting him take her virginity there. This magnetic draw to him that erased all rational thought and all sense of caution from her.
Nothing could matter more to her in that moment than Hashe - crazy though that may be.
His kiss accomplished what she had hoped, banishing the last of any resistance from her body. Her mind was numbed by the sheer feel of him, no more pesky concerns infringing on the moment. She could give herself to him completely. She began to clench around him as he rolled his hips against hers, gradually building the tension between them. Meanwhile, his kiss left her barely able to catch her breath and unwilling to pause long enough to try. Air mattered not to her - only him.
Suddenly, he pulled back, and her eyes opened just enough to look up at him in confusion before his hands were moving her onto her stomach as though she were no more than a piece of parchment. This change confused her, but she didn’t fight it. After all, only one of them knew what they were doing - and it wasn’t her. Besides, so long as Hashe enjoyed this, that was what mattered. She would be grateful just to have experienced it for once in her life.
He pushed inside her once more, making her groan as he seemed to push even deeper than before, touching a spot within that made her buck her hips with a surge of pleasure. She wished she could kiss him, or touch him, anything to connect with him. But the way one arm wrapped around her, keeping her tucked close to him and the other returned to her chest, she felt some comfort.
Myrrine closed her eyes once more, determined to lose herself in this. Her fingers clutched at the blankets beneath her as she began to be overwhelmed by all he was giving her. Her other hand shifted beneath her body to rest over his, gently squeezing to tighten his own grip on her tender breasts. Her body ached for him and she had no idea how to relieve it except to surrender to his expertise. His motions drew sound after sound from her lips, thankfully muffled some as she pressed her face into the bed amidst her gasps for breath. As that pressure began to build within her core, his name became like a mantra - somewhere between a sound of satisfaction and a plea for more.
He had expected the shift to help, to make it easier for the strange sensations within to vanish and focus solely on the pleasure he was taking from the moment, but after they had settled back on the bed he found he missed being able to kiss her. Pleased as he was by her reactions, the way she drew his hand tighter against her chest and her hips bucked back against his encouraging him to move faster, it was not quite enough. Nahash pushed aside her hair, exposing the skin of her neck as she gasped into the bed and closing his teeth around the lobe of her ear, drawing his kisses along the side of her neck and jaw until that too had been exhausted.
With each movement he felt the tension coiled in his stomach further, and it was difficult to keep his own sounds low enough that it would not alert any sleeping family that she was not alone. In an attempt to drown out the excess noise he shifted his hand from her breast, gripping at her hair and turning her head back to him as carefully as he could manage in order to kiss her like a dying man seeking air. Building toward his release, the hand not in her hair slipped down to seek between her legs to hasten her to her own finish as he moaned her name.
It had been his intent to hold out as long as he could, ensure that he was not being entirely selfish of this woman who had been so open to him and taken him to her bed. In the final moments of his passion he held her to him tightly, a broken cry of her name issued from him as he found his peak, buried deep within and lost for words. After a few breaths with his face buried against her throat, he shifted them with a grunt of effort, pulling free and landing on his back on the bed that was perhaps the most comfortable he'd been on since his removal from the palace of his father. His eyes remained closed as he reached for her, drawing her blindly to his embrace for the warmth she provided.
"I'm a man blessed. To have run into you on a strange night." Proper words were difficult to come by, but Nahash smirked in satisfaction as he thought back to her excuse when they had first met just a few days ago.
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He had expected the shift to help, to make it easier for the strange sensations within to vanish and focus solely on the pleasure he was taking from the moment, but after they had settled back on the bed he found he missed being able to kiss her. Pleased as he was by her reactions, the way she drew his hand tighter against her chest and her hips bucked back against his encouraging him to move faster, it was not quite enough. Nahash pushed aside her hair, exposing the skin of her neck as she gasped into the bed and closing his teeth around the lobe of her ear, drawing his kisses along the side of her neck and jaw until that too had been exhausted.
With each movement he felt the tension coiled in his stomach further, and it was difficult to keep his own sounds low enough that it would not alert any sleeping family that she was not alone. In an attempt to drown out the excess noise he shifted his hand from her breast, gripping at her hair and turning her head back to him as carefully as he could manage in order to kiss her like a dying man seeking air. Building toward his release, the hand not in her hair slipped down to seek between her legs to hasten her to her own finish as he moaned her name.
It had been his intent to hold out as long as he could, ensure that he was not being entirely selfish of this woman who had been so open to him and taken him to her bed. In the final moments of his passion he held her to him tightly, a broken cry of her name issued from him as he found his peak, buried deep within and lost for words. After a few breaths with his face buried against her throat, he shifted them with a grunt of effort, pulling free and landing on his back on the bed that was perhaps the most comfortable he'd been on since his removal from the palace of his father. His eyes remained closed as he reached for her, drawing her blindly to his embrace for the warmth she provided.
"I'm a man blessed. To have run into you on a strange night." Proper words were difficult to come by, but Nahash smirked in satisfaction as he thought back to her excuse when they had first met just a few days ago.
He had expected the shift to help, to make it easier for the strange sensations within to vanish and focus solely on the pleasure he was taking from the moment, but after they had settled back on the bed he found he missed being able to kiss her. Pleased as he was by her reactions, the way she drew his hand tighter against her chest and her hips bucked back against his encouraging him to move faster, it was not quite enough. Nahash pushed aside her hair, exposing the skin of her neck as she gasped into the bed and closing his teeth around the lobe of her ear, drawing his kisses along the side of her neck and jaw until that too had been exhausted.
With each movement he felt the tension coiled in his stomach further, and it was difficult to keep his own sounds low enough that it would not alert any sleeping family that she was not alone. In an attempt to drown out the excess noise he shifted his hand from her breast, gripping at her hair and turning her head back to him as carefully as he could manage in order to kiss her like a dying man seeking air. Building toward his release, the hand not in her hair slipped down to seek between her legs to hasten her to her own finish as he moaned her name.
It had been his intent to hold out as long as he could, ensure that he was not being entirely selfish of this woman who had been so open to him and taken him to her bed. In the final moments of his passion he held her to him tightly, a broken cry of her name issued from him as he found his peak, buried deep within and lost for words. After a few breaths with his face buried against her throat, he shifted them with a grunt of effort, pulling free and landing on his back on the bed that was perhaps the most comfortable he'd been on since his removal from the palace of his father. His eyes remained closed as he reached for her, drawing her blindly to his embrace for the warmth she provided.
"I'm a man blessed. To have run into you on a strange night." Proper words were difficult to come by, but Nahash smirked in satisfaction as he thought back to her excuse when they had first met just a few days ago.
She felt him pull aside her hair, his teeth tugging at her earlobe, earning a low groan from her throat, her body tightening around him in response. His lips moved down her jaw and neck to her shoulder, making her shiver beneath him.
Myrrine was too practical a women to forget about matters such as noise. Usually it wouldn’t be much of a factor, but of course it was one of the rare times when her father was home rather than traveling. She should have been concerned about the increasing volume of their pleasures. Instead, his sounds only fueled her own. Her mind was too far gone to have any shred of rationality or care left.
She groaned in disappointment as his hand withdrew from her breast, but that was quickly forgotten as it shifted instead to her hair, tugging her to twist her head so that he could claim her lips once more. By the Gods, she could spend hours kissing him, she thought. He ignited something in her that had lain dormant for far too long. It was as though lightning coursed through her veins. She had never known any feeling that could hold a candle to this, and she couldn’t help but believe once he was gone, she would never know it again.
The hand at her waist shifted lower, and suddenly his touch had her nearly convulsing in ecstasy beneath him. This was unlike anything else she had ever experienced. She thought he had gifted her intense pleasure before, but this touch combined with the way he moved inside her... Her mind went utterly blank as wave after wave of sheer rapture washed over her. She pulsed and spasmed around his member, her grip on the blankets tightening to the point where her knuckles were white. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming his name, instead reduced to whimpers. The only thing that existed beyond that pure sensation in the moment was the sound of her name on his lips in a broken cry as he held her close.
She was panting for breath by the time her body went limp beneath him. Soon after she felt his weight shift as he slipped away. Yet he pulled her close almost immediately. She was still laying on her stomach, though she shifted slightly so she was more on her side. This way, she was pressed against him, able to soak in the feel of his warm skin pressed to hers.
His words made her feel giddy, though she did her best to hide it, lest he think her too attached or girlish. Instead, she looked up at him as her fingers traced intricate swirled patterns over his chest. She allowed herself a fond smile though as she thought back on their first meeting. “Never have I been so grateful for a moment of clumsiness,” she admitted. She certainly never would have predicted they’d end up here, naked and entangled. Yet she didn’t have a single regret. A soft chuckle preceded her next words. “Thank the Gods we didn’t stay strangers.”
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She felt him pull aside her hair, his teeth tugging at her earlobe, earning a low groan from her throat, her body tightening around him in response. His lips moved down her jaw and neck to her shoulder, making her shiver beneath him.
Myrrine was too practical a women to forget about matters such as noise. Usually it wouldn’t be much of a factor, but of course it was one of the rare times when her father was home rather than traveling. She should have been concerned about the increasing volume of their pleasures. Instead, his sounds only fueled her own. Her mind was too far gone to have any shred of rationality or care left.
She groaned in disappointment as his hand withdrew from her breast, but that was quickly forgotten as it shifted instead to her hair, tugging her to twist her head so that he could claim her lips once more. By the Gods, she could spend hours kissing him, she thought. He ignited something in her that had lain dormant for far too long. It was as though lightning coursed through her veins. She had never known any feeling that could hold a candle to this, and she couldn’t help but believe once he was gone, she would never know it again.
The hand at her waist shifted lower, and suddenly his touch had her nearly convulsing in ecstasy beneath him. This was unlike anything else she had ever experienced. She thought he had gifted her intense pleasure before, but this touch combined with the way he moved inside her... Her mind went utterly blank as wave after wave of sheer rapture washed over her. She pulsed and spasmed around his member, her grip on the blankets tightening to the point where her knuckles were white. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming his name, instead reduced to whimpers. The only thing that existed beyond that pure sensation in the moment was the sound of her name on his lips in a broken cry as he held her close.
She was panting for breath by the time her body went limp beneath him. Soon after she felt his weight shift as he slipped away. Yet he pulled her close almost immediately. She was still laying on her stomach, though she shifted slightly so she was more on her side. This way, she was pressed against him, able to soak in the feel of his warm skin pressed to hers.
His words made her feel giddy, though she did her best to hide it, lest he think her too attached or girlish. Instead, she looked up at him as her fingers traced intricate swirled patterns over his chest. She allowed herself a fond smile though as she thought back on their first meeting. “Never have I been so grateful for a moment of clumsiness,” she admitted. She certainly never would have predicted they’d end up here, naked and entangled. Yet she didn’t have a single regret. A soft chuckle preceded her next words. “Thank the Gods we didn’t stay strangers.”
She felt him pull aside her hair, his teeth tugging at her earlobe, earning a low groan from her throat, her body tightening around him in response. His lips moved down her jaw and neck to her shoulder, making her shiver beneath him.
Myrrine was too practical a women to forget about matters such as noise. Usually it wouldn’t be much of a factor, but of course it was one of the rare times when her father was home rather than traveling. She should have been concerned about the increasing volume of their pleasures. Instead, his sounds only fueled her own. Her mind was too far gone to have any shred of rationality or care left.
She groaned in disappointment as his hand withdrew from her breast, but that was quickly forgotten as it shifted instead to her hair, tugging her to twist her head so that he could claim her lips once more. By the Gods, she could spend hours kissing him, she thought. He ignited something in her that had lain dormant for far too long. It was as though lightning coursed through her veins. She had never known any feeling that could hold a candle to this, and she couldn’t help but believe once he was gone, she would never know it again.
The hand at her waist shifted lower, and suddenly his touch had her nearly convulsing in ecstasy beneath him. This was unlike anything else she had ever experienced. She thought he had gifted her intense pleasure before, but this touch combined with the way he moved inside her... Her mind went utterly blank as wave after wave of sheer rapture washed over her. She pulsed and spasmed around his member, her grip on the blankets tightening to the point where her knuckles were white. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming his name, instead reduced to whimpers. The only thing that existed beyond that pure sensation in the moment was the sound of her name on his lips in a broken cry as he held her close.
She was panting for breath by the time her body went limp beneath him. Soon after she felt his weight shift as he slipped away. Yet he pulled her close almost immediately. She was still laying on her stomach, though she shifted slightly so she was more on her side. This way, she was pressed against him, able to soak in the feel of his warm skin pressed to hers.
His words made her feel giddy, though she did her best to hide it, lest he think her too attached or girlish. Instead, she looked up at him as her fingers traced intricate swirled patterns over his chest. She allowed herself a fond smile though as she thought back on their first meeting. “Never have I been so grateful for a moment of clumsiness,” she admitted. She certainly never would have predicted they’d end up here, naked and entangled. Yet she didn’t have a single regret. A soft chuckle preceded her next words. “Thank the Gods we didn’t stay strangers.”
Watching her fall apart beneath him there was a thrill of pride, and as he tucked her against him there was a strange feeling of relief. Perhaps it was a sign that he would walk away after this night and not care further, it would finally not be an idea lingering at the back of his mind. As she traced her fingers against his chest he allowed himself a moment of calm, of rest that was so rarely allowed to him fully. He could have spent far too long lingering in this bed alone, the softness of it was luxurious and the warmth of her at his side could have easily lulled him to sleep. Sooner than he would like he knew he would have to pull himself from this place of comfort and return to his tribe, return to the life of the underworld that she would never know.
Her quip about her clumsiness had him laughing, keeping the rich sound low to try to prevent waking anyone else, if they had not already. Ears were alert to anything that might have signaled that someone was coming, an angry father or curious sibling, but the silence in the house aside from their own breathing was a comfort. Brushing a hand through her hair to draw it off her face he kissed her forehead before laying back and closing his eyes once more.
”I am glad to have caught you. It would have been a shame to remain strangers.”
As he spoke the words he knew he had to stir, had to leave and become a stranger to her once more. If he lingered here he would fall asleep and be in danger, leaving after the sun rose or people stirred was far less easily accomplished. Yet he could not bring himself to move or say so, not now at least. A cruel trick of their coupling was how easy it was to speak to her as much as he tried to keep quiet, he had deceived her in many ways and now wished to reflect on their first meeting but could not. He could not linger.
”Do you take the tea?”
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Watching her fall apart beneath him there was a thrill of pride, and as he tucked her against him there was a strange feeling of relief. Perhaps it was a sign that he would walk away after this night and not care further, it would finally not be an idea lingering at the back of his mind. As she traced her fingers against his chest he allowed himself a moment of calm, of rest that was so rarely allowed to him fully. He could have spent far too long lingering in this bed alone, the softness of it was luxurious and the warmth of her at his side could have easily lulled him to sleep. Sooner than he would like he knew he would have to pull himself from this place of comfort and return to his tribe, return to the life of the underworld that she would never know.
Her quip about her clumsiness had him laughing, keeping the rich sound low to try to prevent waking anyone else, if they had not already. Ears were alert to anything that might have signaled that someone was coming, an angry father or curious sibling, but the silence in the house aside from their own breathing was a comfort. Brushing a hand through her hair to draw it off her face he kissed her forehead before laying back and closing his eyes once more.
”I am glad to have caught you. It would have been a shame to remain strangers.”
As he spoke the words he knew he had to stir, had to leave and become a stranger to her once more. If he lingered here he would fall asleep and be in danger, leaving after the sun rose or people stirred was far less easily accomplished. Yet he could not bring himself to move or say so, not now at least. A cruel trick of their coupling was how easy it was to speak to her as much as he tried to keep quiet, he had deceived her in many ways and now wished to reflect on their first meeting but could not. He could not linger.
”Do you take the tea?”
Watching her fall apart beneath him there was a thrill of pride, and as he tucked her against him there was a strange feeling of relief. Perhaps it was a sign that he would walk away after this night and not care further, it would finally not be an idea lingering at the back of his mind. As she traced her fingers against his chest he allowed himself a moment of calm, of rest that was so rarely allowed to him fully. He could have spent far too long lingering in this bed alone, the softness of it was luxurious and the warmth of her at his side could have easily lulled him to sleep. Sooner than he would like he knew he would have to pull himself from this place of comfort and return to his tribe, return to the life of the underworld that she would never know.
Her quip about her clumsiness had him laughing, keeping the rich sound low to try to prevent waking anyone else, if they had not already. Ears were alert to anything that might have signaled that someone was coming, an angry father or curious sibling, but the silence in the house aside from their own breathing was a comfort. Brushing a hand through her hair to draw it off her face he kissed her forehead before laying back and closing his eyes once more.
”I am glad to have caught you. It would have been a shame to remain strangers.”
As he spoke the words he knew he had to stir, had to leave and become a stranger to her once more. If he lingered here he would fall asleep and be in danger, leaving after the sun rose or people stirred was far less easily accomplished. Yet he could not bring himself to move or say so, not now at least. A cruel trick of their coupling was how easy it was to speak to her as much as he tried to keep quiet, he had deceived her in many ways and now wished to reflect on their first meeting but could not. He could not linger.
”Do you take the tea?”
A feeling of blissful calm washed over her as they lay there, silent but for the sounds of their breath. Though her body felt worn enough to sleep, her mind was still alert - if perhaps a touch dazed. It was like living within a dream. It felt surreal almost. Half-drowsy and yet also hyperaware - at least of him if nothing else.
The rich tone of his laughter enveloped her, and for a moment she closed her eyes, needing to remember the warmth of that sound. The way it made her feel to know that she had inspired it in him for even just a moment. His fingers moved through her hair as his lips pressed to her forehead. As her eyes opened, she shifted once more, laying on her stomach, angled slightly so that her head was perched on his chest, pressing a soft kiss there before looking up at him.
His words made her smile, and she forced herself to enjoy them instead of hearing the underlying farewell that lurked behind such pretty sentiments. She wasn’t prepared for this to be over just yet. She had known it would be temporary, and yet she had believed she’d have more time. She wasn’t about to let him just slip away.
The question he asked had her scrambling upright, twisting her body to sit beside him once more, eyes wide. “We forgot to be careful,” she murmured, her voice faint as she was already doing mental calculations. She swallowed hard. “I haven’t had the need to until you,” she whispered, unaware she was even voicing the thought aloud. It hadn’t even occurred to her that they had failed in taking caution. Not during nor after. She should have once she met him, but she had expected to have more time to ease into this, rather than the whirlwind coupling they had just shared.
“It will be fine. Don’t worry,” she said, forcing a confidence into her voice that was not entirely sincere. She rolled over to lay atop him, stretching out over him before leaning down and pressing her lips to his. “We’ll remember to be more cautious next time,” she added with a small shrug.
“After all, the night is still young.” She had every intention of making the most of every moment of it.
Her lips traveled down his jaw to his chest, intent on taking the time to explore his body now that the frenzied need of earlier had passed. She paused where she could feel the beat of his heart, a sudden thought striking her. She knew he had marked her - perhaps it was her turn to return the favor. She had to admit, she found that to be a very appealing idea. At least he wouldn’t be able to forget her too easily. Not right away.
"Tell me, was it everything you hoped?" She wanted - needed - to know she had lived up to his expectations.
Myrrine licked her lips as she looked up at him, a smirk forming as her intent was decided. She began by tracing the lines of his defined muscles with her tongue, tasting the saltiness of his sweat from their exertions. When she circled back to her beginning spot, her kisses began slow and teasing. The a scrape of teeth, a hint of suction until she could see the evidence of her intentions.
When she glanced up at him, her eyes were bright with mischief and curiosity. Rather than returning to his lips, she instead continued to slide down his body, her eyes focused on him.
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A feeling of blissful calm washed over her as they lay there, silent but for the sounds of their breath. Though her body felt worn enough to sleep, her mind was still alert - if perhaps a touch dazed. It was like living within a dream. It felt surreal almost. Half-drowsy and yet also hyperaware - at least of him if nothing else.
The rich tone of his laughter enveloped her, and for a moment she closed her eyes, needing to remember the warmth of that sound. The way it made her feel to know that she had inspired it in him for even just a moment. His fingers moved through her hair as his lips pressed to her forehead. As her eyes opened, she shifted once more, laying on her stomach, angled slightly so that her head was perched on his chest, pressing a soft kiss there before looking up at him.
His words made her smile, and she forced herself to enjoy them instead of hearing the underlying farewell that lurked behind such pretty sentiments. She wasn’t prepared for this to be over just yet. She had known it would be temporary, and yet she had believed she’d have more time. She wasn’t about to let him just slip away.
The question he asked had her scrambling upright, twisting her body to sit beside him once more, eyes wide. “We forgot to be careful,” she murmured, her voice faint as she was already doing mental calculations. She swallowed hard. “I haven’t had the need to until you,” she whispered, unaware she was even voicing the thought aloud. It hadn’t even occurred to her that they had failed in taking caution. Not during nor after. She should have once she met him, but she had expected to have more time to ease into this, rather than the whirlwind coupling they had just shared.
“It will be fine. Don’t worry,” she said, forcing a confidence into her voice that was not entirely sincere. She rolled over to lay atop him, stretching out over him before leaning down and pressing her lips to his. “We’ll remember to be more cautious next time,” she added with a small shrug.
“After all, the night is still young.” She had every intention of making the most of every moment of it.
Her lips traveled down his jaw to his chest, intent on taking the time to explore his body now that the frenzied need of earlier had passed. She paused where she could feel the beat of his heart, a sudden thought striking her. She knew he had marked her - perhaps it was her turn to return the favor. She had to admit, she found that to be a very appealing idea. At least he wouldn’t be able to forget her too easily. Not right away.
"Tell me, was it everything you hoped?" She wanted - needed - to know she had lived up to his expectations.
Myrrine licked her lips as she looked up at him, a smirk forming as her intent was decided. She began by tracing the lines of his defined muscles with her tongue, tasting the saltiness of his sweat from their exertions. When she circled back to her beginning spot, her kisses began slow and teasing. The a scrape of teeth, a hint of suction until she could see the evidence of her intentions.
When she glanced up at him, her eyes were bright with mischief and curiosity. Rather than returning to his lips, she instead continued to slide down his body, her eyes focused on him.
A feeling of blissful calm washed over her as they lay there, silent but for the sounds of their breath. Though her body felt worn enough to sleep, her mind was still alert - if perhaps a touch dazed. It was like living within a dream. It felt surreal almost. Half-drowsy and yet also hyperaware - at least of him if nothing else.
The rich tone of his laughter enveloped her, and for a moment she closed her eyes, needing to remember the warmth of that sound. The way it made her feel to know that she had inspired it in him for even just a moment. His fingers moved through her hair as his lips pressed to her forehead. As her eyes opened, she shifted once more, laying on her stomach, angled slightly so that her head was perched on his chest, pressing a soft kiss there before looking up at him.
His words made her smile, and she forced herself to enjoy them instead of hearing the underlying farewell that lurked behind such pretty sentiments. She wasn’t prepared for this to be over just yet. She had known it would be temporary, and yet she had believed she’d have more time. She wasn’t about to let him just slip away.
The question he asked had her scrambling upright, twisting her body to sit beside him once more, eyes wide. “We forgot to be careful,” she murmured, her voice faint as she was already doing mental calculations. She swallowed hard. “I haven’t had the need to until you,” she whispered, unaware she was even voicing the thought aloud. It hadn’t even occurred to her that they had failed in taking caution. Not during nor after. She should have once she met him, but she had expected to have more time to ease into this, rather than the whirlwind coupling they had just shared.
“It will be fine. Don’t worry,” she said, forcing a confidence into her voice that was not entirely sincere. She rolled over to lay atop him, stretching out over him before leaning down and pressing her lips to his. “We’ll remember to be more cautious next time,” she added with a small shrug.
“After all, the night is still young.” She had every intention of making the most of every moment of it.
Her lips traveled down his jaw to his chest, intent on taking the time to explore his body now that the frenzied need of earlier had passed. She paused where she could feel the beat of his heart, a sudden thought striking her. She knew he had marked her - perhaps it was her turn to return the favor. She had to admit, she found that to be a very appealing idea. At least he wouldn’t be able to forget her too easily. Not right away.
"Tell me, was it everything you hoped?" She wanted - needed - to know she had lived up to his expectations.
Myrrine licked her lips as she looked up at him, a smirk forming as her intent was decided. She began by tracing the lines of his defined muscles with her tongue, tasting the saltiness of his sweat from their exertions. When she circled back to her beginning spot, her kisses began slow and teasing. The a scrape of teeth, a hint of suction until she could see the evidence of her intentions.
When she glanced up at him, her eyes were bright with mischief and curiosity. Rather than returning to his lips, she instead continued to slide down his body, her eyes focused on him.