The Awakening by Amileigh D'Lecoire Page B

in the darkness as her clothes fell away, her pale skin alive and glistening in the moonlight as he held her to him. With wanton eagerness her legs parted and wrapped around him in invitation, and a dangerous growl rumbled deep within a massive chest before he penetrated her folds with a swift, piercing thrust. As he entered her she cried out with a mixture of pleasure and pain, his engorged member stretching and tearing as he buried himself deep and began to move inside of her.
                    “You’re hurting me,” she whimpered softly, feeling as if she had been drugged. Her lips were swollen and her tongue thick as a haze of guilty pleasure ensnared her. His mouth pressed against the base of her neck and he nibbled at the tender flesh as his hips continued to piston above her , filling and completing her .  It was always this way with him – wild and passionate, dangerous and compelling, and always so deliciously, painfully consuming.
                  “Shhhhhh,” he whispered soothingly against her skin, comforting her. The thickly veined hardness of him stroked with erotic insistence against her sheathed nub until she climaxed with such violent force that she feared she might faint. As wave after wave of pleas ure both tormented and enflamed she heard his soft laughter of satisfaction .  She shivered as a lucid moment of precognition washed over her, revealing a future of addictive lust that would consume and ultimately destroy her.
                  As her body continued to throb and ache she felt him stiffen, and with one final thrust his deep throated cry filled the night, rumbling like thunder across the skies as his seed poured into her. His shaft swelled painfully inside of her, his orgasm causing small barbs to emerge from its tip and bite deep into her tender flesh. They were locked together and held firmly in place, nature forcing her to retain his seed and take it deep within her womb. Tears rolled down her face as he held her, his lips finding her tight nipples and latching on, sucking greedily and seemingly oblivious to her soft sobs. Yet even through the haze of pain associated with this coupling, as he moved slightly against her, she was brought once again to climax, explosive and shattering, and he moaned aloud, his husky voice mingling with her cries of pleasure as her walls convulsed around him, milking the life giving fluid from him. They were two and they were one, and she couldn’t help but cry with joy to find herself within his arms once more .   ~

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                  It was late when Aramis finally made his way to the main temple, the sun already beginning to slip beneath the waves as dusk settled in.  Voices mingled and caressed against the breeze as everyone gathered upon blankets and pillows all along the gentle slope of the small hill in anticipation of the night ’ s festivities.  The Dance of Serpentine would be powerful and moving , and already the air was laced with an undercurrent of excitement as the wine began to soften the edges of the day, allowing his priests and priestesses to forgo usual formalities as they lounged among one another contentedly.  The aroma of the food was enticing and he allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction at the perfection of the evening. 
                    “My Lord,” voices murmured as he passed by, and he nodded in return, feeling their eyes on him, hearing the rushed sounds of their thoughts before he remembered to block them .  This was no t a night for prying when no crime had been committed.  The F estival of Azurete’ was a time of coming together, of trust in one another, of life and love.  Unless he sensed a threat, he had no desire to know their thoughts this night, preferring instead to allow them their privacy.
                  And so he continued along, lulled into contentment after having sated his more carnal appetites for a time , and