I playfully smack him, laughing while doing so.
Grabbing his hair with my free hand, I pull his head back and expose his neck.
The swirling tattoo continues to pulse, alive in its own right.
“You’re devastating, you know that?” I admit to him.
I kiss the top of his head and continue, “You’re so beautiful and yet filled with such sorrow and hurt, it’s amazing you haven’t turned to stone from it.”
Something deeper fills his eyes, washing him in a flush that reaches his cheeks.
“I think I had to suffer enough, to atone for my curse, to be rewarded with you in the end. I’d gladly endure whatever I needed to have a chance to sit at your feet, time and time again.”
He moves lower, kissing my thighs.
“If the fates had commanded me to burn the entire world for a chance to be with you, I’d have done so over a hundred times, until the ground was nothing but char, that is how deep my devotion for you lies, Alora Viren.”
His kisses move inward as he shifts my legs apart before sliding his tongue in between my flesh. He spreads his tongue flatter and tastes my pussy, licking and lapping as my fingers roam across his skull. The wide part of his tongue presses deeply, forcing a groan from my mouth that I quickly cover with my free hand.
I pull him upwards and he kisses me greedily, the taste of my arousal mixing with the taste of our lips.
“Do you like that,laochra?” He murmurs against my lips.
I nod as rain begins to pelt down from the sky, the unfamiliar word sending delicious ripples down my spine.
My nipples pebble with the frosty drops.
Kassiel looks up to the sky and smiles, his full mouth stretched wide. His teeth glint in the moons' light.
“Gods,” I cry as his hands pinch my tender peaks.
“Don’t speak of them when the only altar I plan to worship is your tight little cunt.”
The downpour of rain ramps up as his hand meets my core and starts to pump furiously, curling again as the water trickles down his arm. He works so quickly that my orgasm threatens to snap at any moment.
He kneels, bringing his teeth to my clit again and lets them gently scrape against the sensitive bundle. It’s pain mixed with pleasure as he continues to edge me.
He suddenly stops and withdraws his hand and mouth and looks at me while bringing his wet fingers to his mouth and sucks the trickles of rain and my wetness.
“It’s said that water is necessary for all survival but they haven’t tasted the nectar of your arousal.”
The rain continues to trail down, unrelenting in its fury.
Suddenly, he spins me, pinning my arms behind my back as he bends me over the boulder that lays behind us.
Small fires from campsites glow amidst the downpour.
“Let them witness your moans, little warrior.”
He slides into me and my breasts drag across the sandstone.
We both rush towards our climax as he drives into me.
The cries break from my lips and he groans into my ear, an intimate melody that only pushes me closer to the edge.
He releases my hands from behind my back and grabs onto my hips before plunging into me harder and I raise myself up off the boulder.
His leg brushes my backside as it comes up to find purchase next to my body on the stone. He pistons his body into mine, quickening the pace, and I feel like I’m falling from the onslaught of pleasure.
