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Ish’talla Side
Andr'ial and Ati'yya
Chapter 02 : 02
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Ati’yya takes her time to devour the cake, allowing the odd texture and sweet taste to sink in until she’s gotten to the very last bite. Lifting it to her mouth, she’s about to consume it as well before she stops and glances back, her blue slitted gaze travelling over Andr’ial’s plate to find he doesn’t have a cake of his own. She frowns just slightly in wonderment as to why he didn’t have two brought before pulling the last bite away and twisting her lithe frame around to crawl towards him with the cake part suspended in one hand. Sitting back on her legs, she holds the confection out for the horned man to take while nodding towards it, indicating that she wants to share. He smiles at the gesture a little slyly before setting his plate off to his side, leaning forward just a little and opening his mouth expectantly. Her sky colored gaze looks at him for only a moment, the slightest traces of amusement shifting through her features at the thought of a male being fed instead of doing the feeding before she rising up onto her knees and moves her body into his lap, long legs straddling built thighs soon after. Slowly the Siren slides the cake up and as delicate fingers set the confection in his mouth, he closes his lips around them. White pupiless eyes stare into slitted blue as she seems fixed on his movements while slowly sliding the tips of her claws free. She watches as he swallows what she’d given him and just as he’s moving to lean back against the headboard all over again, she shifts forward to slide webbed hands into long strands of silver before pressing her mouth against his in an attempt to take the sweetness from his very lips. Andr’ial smiles into the kiss, pleased she is coming to him of her own accord and eliciting affection. He pulls her close, sliding clawed fingers under her thighs to run them over smooth skin, moving over her hips and up to his Siren’s delicate waist. Strong arms wrap around her as the kiss depends and her own webbed fingers thread into silver strands, holding him secure within her grasp. The horned man pushes away from the headboard, turning to the side to allow himself to lie back flat on the mattress with Ati’yya on top, curious if she’ll take control given the chance. Sky blue strands fall around them as the kiss finally breaks and he leans up slightly to nip at her bottom lips as she pulls back. Her weight shifts as she sits up and he grunts slightly as her bare thighs come into contact with hardened, fabric covered flesh, unable to deny what she does to him time and again just by being herself. The slightest of smiles forms on Ati’yya’s lips as she stares down at the horned figure beneath her while webbed fingers begin to trace over the contours of his chest, taking time to slowly move over every bit of taught skin. She’s been finding that Andr’ial’s desire to mate with her is at times, almost uncontrollable for him. The reaction she causes in his body when she isn’t even trying surpasses any that she can ever remember causing in her other suitors which she finds both exciting in ways and curious. Somehow she finds she enjoys it… the feelings of being desired as he desires her and though she can’t exactly explain it, his want ignites something inside of her that she wouldn’t have thought possible before. Where he had stolen from her before, he now waits for her to give and because he does not simply do what he obviously wants like he’d done in the beginning, she’s begun to want to give freely as a reward. Small claws slip down along his abdomen and she traces around to the light robe that cover him so loosely before travelling beneath the hem to touch at the skin resting beneath. The light gasp and subtle jolt this action causes widens her smile a little before she leans down to touch her mouth to the exposed flesh and nip playfully at his chest while shifting her hips just enough to graze his contained length, ripping a breathless moan from Andr’ial’s lips. Small fingers wander, pushing fabric away to expose more skin, every movement of her hips deliberate as she begin to rock gently against him amused at how he fights himself to allow her to do things at her own pace. Right now he isn’t finding himself very amused but desperate to have her heat wrapped around him. The Siren slinks down, pushing back as her lips travel down his chest and long his abdomen, slowly growing ever closer to his own hips. Her hands wrap around the ties to his pants, pulling them free and pulling the fabric down over structured hips. Andr’ial gasps slightly as his heated length is exposed to the cool morning air. She removes the cloth entirely, crawling forward until she reaches hardened flesh, slitted eyes closing as she presses her lips together to blow across and enjoying all the slight movements she causes in the one below. She looks over him curiously, poking and prodding gently and watching as he only seems to get more aroused with each touch. Andr’ial’s claws move towards her hair, doing anything he can to distract himself from her touch and allowing her to do as she pleases. He combs through sky blue locks and his eyes close when her mouth finally comes into contact with his flesh. Clawed hands tighten their grip in blue locks ever so slightly as she kisses the very tip, the horned man’s breath hitching in the oddest of ways. She glances up to find white eyes closed to her, but the way his mouth is left a little open and the look that’s painted on his face tells her that what she’d just done is wanted. She spends just a moment to wonder if the kiss she’d left feels to him as her body feels before she simply glances back down and slides her tongue out to glide over his flesh, eliciting the same reaction from Andr’ial all over again. A moment later the urge to taste this part of him as well becomes too strong for her to deny and she carefully wraps full lips around his length before she begins to sink so very slowly down. The grip in her hair only tightens, the moan ripped from the silver haired man deep and echoing throughout the surround room as hard flesh is taken deep into wet heat. It takes everything that he has not to push his Siren’s head completely down as she takes her near torturous time, instead gently guiding her movements by his maintained grip as she begins sliding herself up as slowly as she’d slid down. Small fangs scrape ever so slightly against heated flesh in the slow passes, making Andr’ial worry that if she keeps this up, she isn’t going to like the final reaction too well and he’d rather not turn her off to the idea of ever doing this again . As she comes up again, he sits up, taking a moment to watch her so intent in her task before gently guiding her up as he sits back against the head board, pulling her towards him to straddle his frame. He holds her there, lust filled white eyes looking into pleased slitted blue before leaning forward to press his lips to full breasts. Clawed fingers wrap around her thighs, slowly pulling her down over hardened flesh and the horned man smiles as a small gasp of her own leaves his Siren’s mouth. Tight heat envelopes him to the base as he holds her there, watching the range of emotions play over Ati’yya’s closed lids. Webbed fingers slide blindly up to grasp onto broad shoulders, the feel of her captor so deeply inside both overwhelming and exciting all at once. It’s been this way since that day a week before, the time she spends to explore his body and he hers in return causing feelings to blossom inside of her that she’d never have believed he could cause. It’s a euphoric sort of pleasure she didn’t think him capable of in the beginning, a fiery burning sensation that’s hot enough to warm even her naturally cold skin. She tries to move her hips only have them held to anchor her body in place, causing the slightest sound of impatience to slip from her mouth that pulls another smile to the silver haired man’s mouth. The torture that’s caused by inaction is shared between them, the anticipation building as every second begins to tick by until blue slitted eyes open to reflect an almost desperate need for movement that the horned man can no longer stand to deny. Clawed fingers finally allow his Siren’s body to move and he begins to ease slowly away, the loosened grip eagerly taken advantage of as she snaps slender hips hard once he’s nearly free, the resulting sensations as he’s thrust back inside intense enough to send her arching harshly back while loud cries spill into the surrounding room. Andr’ial quickly wraps his arm around her waist to hold her tight against him when the movements are repeated again and his free hand flies back against the patterned headboard to brace, his own deep moans soon muffled as his lips touch at perfectly rounded breasts. Time and time again he pulls hard flesh slowly away, and time and time again she rocks her hips hard against him to send him right back inside with a shuddering sort of snap - each touch, each graze, each soft breathless moan working to push both Master and his Siren towards a swiftly approaching edge. Andr’ial loves this, every part of this beautiful creature that shudders lightly in his arms with every meeting of their bodies. Ati’yya is more than he ever could have imagined. He should have never hurt her, never claimed her by force. No one else will ever lay their hands on her. The horned man buries in deep, gripping hard enough on the wooden headboard to indent with his claws and Ati’yya arches against him. He feels her body start to tighten around him and he focuses on her face, wanting her to find her release before he achieves his own. Full lips part slightly and webbed fingers grip hard on Andr’ial’s abdomen as she pulls herself down hard, a small cry leaving her lips. He wraps his fingers around her hips, thrusting in as far as he can as he joins her, pulling in close to bring her whole body against him as they continue to fall over the edge. Nipping lightly at her shoulder Andr’ial breathes against cool skin, white eyes closed to the world as they ride out the last of the waves, smiling as his Siren falls limp against him. When he finally releases his grip, clawed fingers run lightly up the lines of Ati’yya’s back, parting sky blue strands and he leans in to kiss her forehead gently. A smile crosses his lips at the look of tired ecstasy painted on her face, happy he could make her feel as such. The blue haired Siren’s breathing is as slow to calm as Andr’ial’s while they remain locked in close and she can’t help smiling a happy, tired sort of smile when he kisses her forehead so gently. Webbed fingers slide away from his abdomen and trail up, the tips of small claws dragging slightly over sweat slickened skin before she touches at both sides of his jaw. She leans in to touch her lips to his, telling the horned man quietly that he has been proving himself to be a fine suitor indeed and that he has been making her happy, that she is grateful he has stopped treating her as terribly as he did in the beginning and he is slowly redeeming himself in her sky blue eyes. And while she knows that he doesn’t understand a single word that’s she’s said, the smile that he gives her is enough for now to satisfy her. Ati’yya presses her mouth against his for the softest of kisses before pulling back and a moment later she squeaks a little in surprise when he slips his body free of hers and hoists her lithe frame up before the horned man slides them both off of the platform bed, shifting in the direction of his bathe in order to get them both cleaned up.
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