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Ish’talla Side
Andr'ial and Ati'yya
Chapter 01 : 13
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Andr’ial carefully spins the Siren around before pulling her back against him. Her cold skin isn’t doing much to warm him, but he doesn’t care because he’s happy. His protective arms wrap loosely around her shoulders and he presses his lips to her neck, breathing her scent in before closing his eyes and sighing contentedly. Ati’yya can’t help tensing in the horned man’s grip as his lips touch at her neck, her blue slitted gaze closing and unaware that Andr’ial’s has already closed behind her. She waits for the force that she’s come to expect from him, trying to brace herself as she’s done every time he’s claimed her before. But he simply holds her against his shivering body and it’s then that she remembers what In’irda had told her, that she can teach her captor how to treat her gently and direct his actions in the way she would have with her own suitors had she been given the chance. She isn’t sure if she will be able to, because the thought of willingly coupling with someone not of her kind still doesn’t sit right with her but she knows from experience that if she does not at least try, he will just take what he wants eventually and it will not be entirely kind. She takes a deep breath in to prepare herself before sliding a webbed hand up to touch at the clawed fingers that hold her, tilting her head back and finding pupiless white eyes opening to greet her slitted own. Turning herself around in Andr’ial’s gentle grip, she reaches up to touch at his mouth and allows the tips of her claws to slide across his lips before she rises up on her toes to hesitantly press her own mouth against them. Andr’ial almost doesn’t know what to do when Ati’yya voluntarily kisses him. It was certainly not what he expected and he hadn’t planned on pushing her for physical contact for a while longer until she’d had a chance to acclimate better to her new home. He’d begin to realize through all of this that violent force is probably not the best way to teach her. She wasn’t scared into obedience, she was simply terrified of him and it is something he really did not want despite the normal ways of training these creatures. Whatever In’irda had done, he will have to thank the golden haired Siren when they see her next. Reality returns to him and Andr’ial resists the urge to just grab Ati’yya and claim her despite the heavy chill of the water. He will instead, let her have control, only going as far as she allows him. Clawed fingers thread into wet blue locks, gently keeping her near. When she finally removes her lips from his, he pulls her head down slightly to kiss her forehead, happier than he can remember himself being since he found the ship that would take him to acquire her. He smiles, moving his fingers down to her cheek and touching her affectionately as he waits for her to direct him. It’s strange how her captor looks at her with such affection in his eyes… so different than he’d been when he’d first taken her away from her home, different even than he’d been hours before when she’d tried to escape. She is not even his kind and she doesn’t understand why he desires her at all. In’irda claims they are worshipped here, but in hearing how they are treated, she doesn’t believe this to be fact at all… yet the fondness she sees in this male’s pupiless gaze mirrors the same fondness she’d seen so many times in her suitors’ and she is not sure how she should feel about that when all is said and done. He did not take the time to know her, he cannot even pronounce her name so why does he look at her in that way as if he has been courting for as long as her own had been? He confuses her really and the longer she remains in his care, the more confused she becomes. Ati’yya pulls herself away from both the confusion and her thoughts when she realizes that Andr’ial has not done what she expected him to do; take her by force. As confusing as her captor is, it does appear that the yellow haired Siren was correct in that he is open to learning and that he is finally, attempting to respect her in some way as a true suitor would. This relieves her more than she could ever say and for the first time since she’d been pulled from her home, a feeling of slight ease in his presence falls over her. Sliding webbed fingers up, she wraps them around the hand at her cheek to pull it away before she turns to lead the horned man back towards the pool’s edge as she can tell that he is not comfortable in the water… Letting go, she motions towards the dry white marbled floor above and it doesn’t take the silver haired man much longer to understand and hop up out of the cold. Water streams in rivulets off his muscular frame and he turns around to find Ati’yya’s arms extended up to him, causing a smile to form as he leans over to pull her lithe frame easily free of the pool. Blue slitted eyes travel down to the wet garments that cling to Andr’ial’s legs, her brows furrowing just a little in mild curiosity. She does not understand why these creatures weigh their bodies down with the restricting fabric because it seems as unnecessary to her as the wet silk panels that cling to her own shapely legs. Webbed fingers soon travel towards the ties of his pants, the Siren taking her time to run her hands over the odd texture before she begins to slip them free. White, pupiless eyes watch as webbed fingers move lightly over the fabric of his pants, pulling lightly at the ties that hold them to his hips. The wet garments do nothing to hide how he feels and he soon begins wondering if she plans to finish what she has started, as it will be very frustrating for him if she does not. The fabric slides down over his legs and he steps free, waiting and allowing Ati’yya to do as she will. She steps forward, blue slitted eyes moving over his body before resting at the hardened flesh he can’t deny and suddenly he finds himself feeling a little embarrassed for it. Her gaze simply moves past, small claws touching lightly at his hips in a way that quickly becomes maddening to him. The more curious she is, the lighter her explorations, the more he wants her. Ati’yya’s fingers travel to his chest and she stands slightly on her toes as her lips move in to meet his, leaving a soft and delicate kiss that he savors. He can’t stand to not touch her anymore and he quickly wraps clawed fingers lightly around her waist, sliding them down to her hips to rest as her explorations concentrate on his face. White eyes close as her fingertips move over his lids before tracing slowly along his brow. He smiles and leans into her touch, pulling her close while turning his hips off to the side as his arms move to once again wrap around her waist. The fact that her silver haired captor does not simply take her despite his obvious desire brings an odd sort of feeling to her somewhere inside and causes the lightest of smiles to form on her lips. She knows that he could do as he wants in the same way he has done since he’d pulled her from her shores… but he is not and it both pleases and surprises her all at once. She is not fooled into thinking that she is once again free or that she is anything but what In’irda has claimed them to be –this male’s slave, but with this moment that she and Andr’ial share, the way that he wraps her gently with strong arms and the carefulness in which he is treating her is enough to, at least for now -wash much of her ordeal away. He is for the first time, acting as a true suitor would act and for this she is willing to allow him to do as he will. Webbed fingers slide along his lashes and down to trace over the contours of his body as she marks a slow path below. He jolts in the slightest when she grazes along his length, lust filled white eyes opening to find intent slitted blue before she nods at him and indicates it is okay. The silver haired figure smiles at her in such a way that she can’t help but return before he leans down to claim a kiss while lifting her slender body up. Ati’yya’s fingers slip into wet locks as their kiss begins to deepen and her legs wrap around his built frame, the silken fabric caught between their bodies as he turns his Siren around without breaking contact and begins moving swiftly towards his platformed bed. Andr’ial climbs on to the mattress, gently laying Ati’yya on her back as their kiss slowly breaks. Clawed fingers run lightly down his Siren’s curves to her hips where he quickly unclips the chain holding wet silk panels to her skin, removing the last barrier between them. Lust filled white eyes take several long moments to move over Ati’yya’s form, suddenly feeling guilty that he ever took her by force as this is so much better. This is what he’s wanted. As much as he owns her, she now owns him as well. He parts her legs gently, sliding down to kiss at silken thighs as her own eyes close at his touch. Andr’ial’s lips work their way up over slender hips, brushing across his Siren’s abdomen as his hand slowly travels between her legs, taking his time when his mouth reaches full breasts. Clawed fingers meet slick heat and the one below him gasps slightly, causing him to smile. The horned man could do this all day, despite his overwhelming desire. He wants to touch every part of her, explore all that she is. When Andr’ial had chained her in his room earlier today, he did not ever think this would be possible between them and now that it is, he plans to make every moment last. As his lips meet her own once again, he slips a hand beneath her hips while the other comes to rest above her head. Blue slitted eyes open slowly to reveal a hinting of desire that only serves to drive his own harder. Swiftly lifting her and sliding himself up further between her thighs until the tip of his excitement touches wet heat, it takes everything he has not to simply drive into her. But he wants her to enjoy his touch and she can’t if he continues to claim her as he has so he forces himself into stillness, intent on allowing her to maintain her control. White eyes look down expectantly and she nods in the slightest, pushing her hips forward in response. Andr’ial enters slowly, unable to stop the moan that spills from his lips as her body surrounds him inch by inch. Slitted blue eyes slide shut and webbed fingers reach blindly out to grasp around the arm resting just above her head, her lithe frame arching up as Andr’ial sinks deeply inside. There’s a whimpering sort of sound that escapes her, one that’s almost lost against the deep moan resonating from above at the sensations his body brings. There is no pain like every other time that had come before, there’s no fear, no hurt, no loathing… just a fiery tingling that explodes beneath the surface of her cold skin. It burns a path along her spine in ways she’s never felt before and causes her body to take on a tremble of anticipation she can’t seem to control. The horned man remains wrapped by scorching heat for what feels like an eternity before he begins to withdraw as slowly as he’d entered and like the ebbing of the sea she can feel herself sinking back against silken sheets before a gasp is pulled from her mouth when he slides right back in. Another moan is torn free of his own when the new thrust causes her to arch against him all over again and soon her slitted gaze is reopening through half closed lids to seek his desire ridden white up above. The webbed fingers of her free hand slide up to touch at Andr’ial’s jawline and she smiles as claw tips begin to trace along the contours of his face, caught by the shadowing light that highlights each perfect contour before another thrust in sends her body rising up against his once more. She would never have believed that it could be this way… she would never have believed that she’d feel anything but pain at this male’s hands but as she sinks back down to turn her head towards the arm she’s holding so tightly onto in a mindless attempt to ground herself from being carried away by the sensations he builds, she’s finding that what she believed is far from the current truth. Before long the clawed hand resting against the small of her back pulls her in towards Andr’ial a little tighter, the silver haired man’s pace slowly beginning to increase with every new thrust in. Before Ati’yya even realizes she’s doing it, her body starts moving on its own accord, adding the slightest of snaps each time their hips meet in a way that threatens to drive the one above her absolutely insane. White eyes clamp shut when every small movement his Siren makes sends a small jolt through his already on edge body. The way she grips him, the way her face is buried against his arm, every movement Ati’yya makes he loves and he can’t seem to get enough. He wants her to enjoy this, he wants her to be happy. He wants her to feel the same for him as he does for her right now. As his thrusts quicken and drive deeper, he can feel Ati’yya’s body tensing around him. Her legs lock around his waist and pull him in further until finally the welling damn of sensation breaks and she cries out as she shudders against him. The reaction in Andr’ial is immediate and his hands reach for her hips, driving in as far as he can before release takes him as well, the moan from his lips drowning out even her voice. As his breaths slowly calm, Andr’ial’s eyes reopen slowly to reveal the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. His Siren, his Ati’yya still flushed and panting from the sensations he was able to induce in her, something he hopes she will allow him to repeat often. He smiles, leaning down to steal a soft kiss from her partially open lips. “My beautiful Ati’yya… how happy you have made me.” Blue slitted eyes open with a small smile as a tiny gasp leaves her lips when he pulls free, lifting her up soon after to sit on his lap as he embraces her tightly, leaving small kisses on her neck. Webbed fingers slip into long strands of wet silver hair, her breathing slow to return to normal as she held and each kiss left on the line of her neck streaking that same fire along the length of her spine that she’d felt before. She spends a moment to straighten the horned man’s tangled locks, finding a sort of confusion setting in at the strange sort of euphoric feeling swirling inside of her that she’s never felt before this day. She did not believe Andr’ial was capable of making her feel as she currently feels, she did not believe he was capable of giving anything but pain and as she slides her fingers away from his hair to wrap her arms around his neck, she finds herself… happy for the first time since she’d been pulled from her home that he’s shown her something beyond all that she’d known before. She doesn’t know how long that happiness will last or how long he will continue to treat her with such care, but at this moment and in this male’s arms, she doesn’t even care. She’s grateful that at least for now she almost feels as if things were as they always had been which is something she’s so desperately needed since the entire ordeal had began, just a taste of normality once again. She doesn’t know how to convey her gratitude to the one she holds though and so she simply allows her face to sink against his warm skin, gripping him as tightly as he’s gripping her in return.
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