Ascension - (Alarian Warriors)

She gasped as he dipped his head. He nuzzled into her neck planting a kiss just below her earlobe. She giggled as the sensation tickled her skin. He was very careful where his hands went, careful not to scare her, or move to fast.

“Vincent...” She whispered.

“Mmm?” He questioned.

He could feel her fingers clenching onto the material of his shirt as he traced his fingertips down her spine.

“I do not know what to do.” She flushed, she could feel every breath he took as the light puff of air spread down her neck and across her collar bone.

“I will guide you; you just need to tell me if you’re feeling uncomfortable, okay.”

She smiled as she felt her heart melt, even now he appeared more concerned about her and her wellbeing. Her response, she reached down to find the hem of his shirt and proceeded to pull it off over his head.

Their eyes meet as she tossed the fabric behind them. Her hands landed on his chest as he kept her from falling away from him. His lips captured hers, taking her breath away. Her arms slid up his chest so they could wrap around his neck, allowing her to press herself firming up against his hard form.

Her weight knocking them off balance as she eagerly returned the kiss, deepening it. They fell backward, or rather Vincent was pushed onto his back with her on top of him.

She laughed as their kiss was interrupted, his joyful cackle joining hers. Their limps entwined as they tumbled onto the futon below. Grateful for the soft landing and the carefree feelings that the kiss bought, it however changed as quickly as it had started.

The moment he towered over her she froze, her body stiffening. It was a reflex, one she wished she didn’t have. Her grip tightened around his arms as uncertainty crept in, panic flickering in her eyes.

He had caught the sudden change in her and adjusted accordingly. He slid off to the side, when she relaxed a little he pulled her gently into him, he was careful of the lower part of his body touching her back, simply hugging her to him.

“I do not think this position will work.” She seemed slightly confused having been turned slightly on her side.

One arm was wrapped around her waist while the other rested under the nap of her neck. He placed a gently kiss on the back of her shoulder as a soft cackle escaped his lips. “You don’t expect us to just dive in do you?”

“I-I honestly do not know what to expect, though I am fearful.” She admitted honestly.

This was nice though, his hands weren’t exploring her or making her feel uneasy, his lips felt nice on her shoulder and neck as he nuzzled into her. It was completely different from when she...

“Talk to me Ava, tell me what you want, how you’re feeling.” He pushed interrupting her thoughts.

Thankful that he pulled her out in that moment, she tried to stay focused on him. “I do not know what to say...”

“What made you want to lay with me?” He whispered.

“I was... am curious.” She could feel her cheeks heating up and she knew must be blushing.

“About?”

Heavens was he really going to make her say it? Her thighs clenched together as she felt a slight ache forming within her.

“Will you tell me what you’re feeling?”

Her heart was pounding in her chest, her ears turning red. He had to know what he was doing to her. His voice was seductive as he lulled her.

“There’s an ache, I don’t quite understand it.” She buried her head in her hands curling herself up a little ball within his arms. “After everything, I didn’t think I could feel something like that, want something like that.”

“Have you felt it before tonight?” He placed another kiss on her neck making her gasp slightly.

“I... I have.” She was biting her bottom lip. They shared so much with each other through their bond and yet this was so hard to say out loud. “But only when thinking of you.” She added in a whisper.

“Where is the ache?” He questioned.

Please no! She couldn’t say it. He had to know, he had to! This was just too embarrassing, and yet somehow, she wasn’t panicked, stiff or frightened in the slightest. They were only words; how could this be so hard! And why was this situation making the ache increase in intensity!

“If you can’t say it out loud.” His voice was slightly huskier than usual as he whispered in her ear. “You can show me where.”

His hand moved, lacing his fingers with hers which was still cupped around her face. Her heart wouldn’t stop, and her breathing wouldn’t calm down.

“Breathe deep and slow, take it at your pace beautiful. When you’re ready, not before.” He cooed, soothing her with his words.

With a few deep inhales she got her breathing under control and began to slowly slide her hand down her body. She stopped just above her panties before gently pushing his hand to the fabric.

“Here.” Her voice could barely be heard.

“Do you trust me?” He asked.

There was no hesitation. “With my life.” She breathed.

“Can I touch you?” he tenderly asked.

She felt tears threaten to boil over. She’d never been asked permission before. This was beyond anything she could ever imagine. The control his was giving her in this moment had her in a state of shock. She nodded; knowing he was watching her closely gauging her reactions.

He gently tugged on her undergarments, sliding them down her thighs far enough out of the way for his hand to explore more thoroughly. His palm slid up the front of her thigh, her body stiffening again.

He pulled back. “You okay?” He questioned.

Both hands had moved to her mouth as her face had become incredibly hot. Her body was betraying her, it tensed and yet the aching was pleading to be satiated. She nodded, unable to answer.

He moved his hand again, watching her closely, ready to stop at any moment. He’d never seen her this vulnerable, she was fragile and utterly adorable as she tried to hide her arousal from him.

His fingers slid between her folds causing her to gasp as a wave of pleasure rocketed through her. She’d never felt anything like it. Her shock was soon replaced with a groan. Her hands slapped over her mouth surprised at herself.

He chuckled against her shoulder. “It’s alright, make as much noise as you want.”

“Someone may hear-.” She took a sharp intake of breath.

The laugh that followed caused her to tremble against him as his fingers continued to move.

“Your small groans and gasps are not going to be heard, I promise.” He purred.

She was biting her bottom lip again. “How can, you be sure?”

“I guarantee everyone is more engrossed in each other than us.” He responded as he gently deepened his strokes, moving his finger more frequently to an invisible rhythm.

Her body unexpectedly ached as her mouth opened in a silent gasp. He groaned as her back side rammed into his already bulging nether region. The reaction surprised her, he tried to move away slightly.

“Stay.” She managed between breathless gasps.

It was actually quite exhilarating to know that he was excited and because of her. He spent some time making her body build up with some unseen pressure, her hands had moved to the futon, clenching the sheets between her fingers. Her body didn’t want to obey her as the feelings and sensations rose to new heights. Her breath was coming in shot sharp gasps, her thighs clenched around his hand forcing him to stop or be crushed.

Her body was tense and wound up, but in a completely different way from how she had anticipated. How was he making her feel this way?

He cackled softly. “Too much?” He asked.

“I feel strange... It’s not painful, but it’s...” She didn’t have the words.

“You’re pretty wound up and tense.” He withdrew his hand. “Do you want to turn and face me; I can ease the feeling.”

She nodded, twisting in his embrace, she wrapped her arms around his shoulder and smiled. Facing him now, he shimmied closer until their noses were touching. She giggled at his cute little movements. He placed a small kiss to the tip of her nose making her feel even more sheepish and giddy.

He slipped his knee between her thighs, capturing her lips at the same time, dividing her focus. Her mouth opened wide as his fingers touched her again, instantly bringing her back to that building feeling.

He pulled back as her breathing was growing harsher, the kissing not helping. As she tried to clamp her thighs shut on him this time she couldn’t, his knee in the way. Her hands found his hair, her fingers entangled and tugging at the strands, he didn’t mind, in fact he relished in it.

Her body jerked against his hand. “That’s it beautiful, let go.”

His voice was just divine in that moment, she cried out as her body found release, the tension, the stiffness completely replaced with a wave of pure pleasure that washed through her entire body. It felt incredible, exhilarating.

He waited for her to calm her breathing before moving her, her little tremors as he removed his hand only told him that she was still in bliss. He gently pulled her on top of him as he rolled onto his back, using the knee that he had wedged between her legs and her arms that his shoulders.

“You still have clothing...” She glanced down at his chest as she found herself on all fours above him.

“They can stay on, if need be, no pressure.” He told her.

Her hand reached down grazing against the bulging fabric. He hissed as her fingers brushed over him causing her to abruptly pull her hand back.

“Sorry... Is it Painful?”

He shook his head, but she had felt his body tense below her. She frowned, clearly not believing him.

“Mildly uncomfortable, not painful. Touching it only makes me want you more.” He purred.

She raised a brow, such sly words for a man that had never made any sexual advancements on her before tonight. Maybe that’s why she was so at ease with him.

No, that wasn’t it. It was more than that. Something far deeper, something more meaning full. He’d crawled his way inside with his kindness and caring nature. He’d filled her heart, changed her... she... she loved him.

She felt tears well up and she knew, all at once, it was crystal clear. It wasn’t the same love she shared for family or friends, it was deeper, she needed him.

“I love you.” Her bottom lip trembled as she confessed in a whisper, a single tear sliding down her cheek.

He pulled her down into a tender embrace. All joking and flirting disappeared as he wrapped his arms around her.

“I will love you always and forever, in this life and the next.” He whispered back.

“Make us whole.” She pleaded. “Make us one, I need you.” She pushed herself up, turning she smiled down at him. “I want this, it might be selfish, but I want you, only you.”

His smile in response had her heart melting. He reached down, her eyes followed. His other hand tilted her head back up so he could capture her lips again.

She felt him move beneath her, pushing his pants down. But he was too busy taking her breath away for her to grow anxious about it or his freed manhood.

She shivered as she felt his hand run over her core, she didn’t know what he was doing but the moment she felt the tip of him touch her, she froze her body becoming solid and stiff like lead once more.

“Try to relax, we’ll get through this together, and slowly.”

“I am sorry-.”

“Don’t.” He cut her off. His fingers gently caressing her chin as he kissed her cheek. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I love you just the way you are.”

“Thank you, Vincent.” Her forehead rested against his as she began to loosen up again.

She gently lowered her body onto his, her soft folds accepting him as he began to fill her.

“How far do I-”

She was cut off as Vincent groaned gritting his teeth. His hands clenched her hips stopping her from moving any further. He was barely in and already it was proving too much for him.

“Slow down, your still so tight.” His breathing was short and sharp.

She blinked down at him amazed at the expressions and sounds escaping him. She could feel his control holding on by a tiny thread, his lust and greed raising high as she squeezed him.

“Is this what you wanted to do with me? What you’ve been hiding and pushing down?” She questioned. She’d felt this before but never on this scale.

“Aveyon... I- I’m sorry, I was ashamed of it at first, but your beautiful and I’ve wanted you.” His voice was a breathless whisper as he answered.

She didn’t know if was even possible for her heart rate to increase even more. “I didn’t know what it meant before, what that deep ache was. I understand now.” She responded happily.

She pushed herself the rest of the way up, so she was completely straddling him. She smirked; she didn’t miss him glancing down as her beasts as she made herself comfortable on her knees.

She felt his fingers twitch at her sides, she couldn’t help but giggle. Under his intense stare she felt like a woman, sexy even, it was the most amazing feeling to be looked at like that. She gasped as she felt him throb inside her, was he enjoying this? It seemed like it since his hands loosened and began to slide up her sides, his gentle grip leaving behind a lingering warmth.

She ached herself into his embrace biting her bottom lip as she continued to lower her body down onto him, fully engulfing him within her. He threw his head back with a large intake of breath as she cringed.

It wasn’t the most comfortable of things to have inside her. He remained completely still. She could tell that he was enjoying the feeling but to her it didn’t feel anywhere near as good, just awkward, foreign.

Regaining his composure, he released his grip and moved his hands, lacing his fingers with hers, her hands had been resting steadily on his chest helping to prop herself up.

“You don’t feel comfortable.”

“What you were doing before felt better.” She didn’t feel the need to lie to him, he would feel her discomfort and pain regardless.

“We can stop.”

“No, I am okay. We need to be connected like this for the ritual, and I wanted this. This is my choice, this is different.” She wasn’t sure if she was trying to reassure him or herself at this point.

Holding her gently he slowly sat himself up, helping her maneuver her legs to cradle his waist so they were both sitting up embraced in each other’s hold.

“This may be better; I won’t be in so deep.”

She nodded in agreement as her body relaxed a little more. Her arms wrapping around his shoulders while his, her waist. He placed a small kiss on the tip of her nose again causing her to smile. All the while he made sure their bodies were still connected.

“Mimic what I say.”

Her heart swelled; it was time. She placed a kiss of her own on his lips, a quick short one. “With pleasure.”

He chuckled, the laughter echoing deep in his throat. “That will come later.”

She rolled her eyes with a half laugh and shook her head at his antics, but her cheeks still flushed. She felt the air around them change as he closed his eyes and took a deep inhale.

Her eyes softened as she watched him ready himself.

“With this invisible tether.” he began, and she repeated. “That binds our souls together.”

She gasped, her eyes widening as her mind exploded, her vision going white as she felt her barriers crumbling with no effect, no pain.

“Woven from the strings of fate, let our minds forever relate.”

She felt no fear as with their bodies, their minds linked with an ease that shocked her. It took her so much control and training to invade someone’s mind and yet here they were just melting into one another.

“Until such time that death does come, only then will we become numb.” They spoke as one, completely in sync with another.

He kissed her, a gentle peck that was simply not enough. Her hand cupped the back of his neck as she pulled him back to her, deepening the kiss. The warmth and love that she felt from him as he filled her very being floored her, it was exciting her. She arched her back into him, it was addicting, and she wanted more.

He laughed against her lips, delighting in the exchange. When he pulled back, she very nearly whimpered. Opening his eyes, she was slightly shocked to see that they had a glow to them, a swirling abyss of a beautiful blue that mimicked what his essence looked like.

“Now?” She imagined her own swirling purple eyes were meeting his at that very moment.

“Now we continue until both of us are satisfied.”

“Satisfied?” Her innocent question had him smiling cheekily.

“You first.” He cooed as his hand slid from her waist and disappeared between their already tightly pressed bodies.

“Me-” She gasped as his fingers found that spot that was still slightly throbbing. Her body clenching around him as he toyed with her, they both let out a small groan.

“If you want to, rock your hips. See how it feels to move a little.” He whispered before placing a kiss on her collar bone.

Her fingers were already clenched on his back as her breath was irregular from the onslaught of his rubbing fingertips. She very gently tilted her pelvis toward him then back. It was a small movement that caused him to slightly slip in further and out again to the starting position.

She unintentional began to move to the rhythm of his fingers as a warmth that was forming deep within her turned to a small fire building as an unseen pressure coated her lower abdomen.

“Keep going, move how you want. Take yourself higher.” He was becoming as breathless as she was.

The fire was building in intensity and her body jerked against her will, what was this feeling? It was far more intense than before. What wanted out so desperately that it was making her whole body convulse? Her hips were moving faster now, all sense of feeling unconformable gone as she wanted release, needed it.

Her body, her mind, all at once she exploded as what felt like a fire erupted and burst within her. She cried out slamming her body harder against Vincent as her insides clamped on deathly tight around him. Her arms and legs threatening to squeeze him to death as she trembled in pure bliss.

He kissed her neck as he waited for her to come back down from the high.

“What was that?” She asked still breathless.

He cackled. “You climaxed.”

“So that is why people...” It was slowing starting to make sense. “But what about you?” She questioned relaxing a little enough to pull back to look down at him.

“Use me. As many times as you want, for as long as you want until I’m completely spent. I’m yours.” His hand cupped her cheek as he looked lovely into her eyes.

Her heart clenched, did he even know what he was saying, what those words meant to her? She had been used and throw away for so many years, and he was willing giving himself over to her. In that moment, with their bodies still joined, it meant everything to her.

“That is not what I had meant.” She flushed slightly. “I mean your... climax.” She buried her head in his shoulder slightly embarrassed.

The rise and fall of his chest was soothing as he laughed. “I did, with you.”

Her head shot up, confused. “But you are still stiff inside me.”

He captured her mouth with his own, taking her breath away for the hundredth time tonight, and honestly, she couldn’t get enough of it. She ached into him returning the passion he showed her.

“We’ve only just begun for the night, my love.” He whispered against her lips.