VI: Full Circle

It hadn’t been long into their swim before the light started to fade over the horizon of Pallenor. The water, however, remained pleasantly warm, toasty even.

They had shed their clothes for their dip, and lounged in the shallows of the river. Adrien couldn’t recall ever seeing such clear, clean water on Earth, and it certainly had never been so naturally warm on its own. It was almost like bath water, warm and lapping at her skin, relaxing every muscle of her body…

And then there was Mor’an. He stayed close to her, swimming around and with her. Despite his size, he was rather grateful in the water. She enjoyed watching the way that he moved beneath the crystal blue liquid of the water and the ripple of his muscles as he did so. She made a show of it watching him, until his little laps in the water had him coming back to her.

“Do you not like to swim?” he asked her.

“Oh, no, I do. I’m just enjoying watching you.”

He came to stand in front of her, smirking a bit as she did. The expression sent a little thrill through her, and it was only heightened when he came close her to her, his body pressed against hers. She shuddered a little, feeling the interested press of his member against her belly.

“I enjoy you enjoying watching me,” he said, leaning down to nuzzle his face in her hair. From there, he made his way down, kissing against her temple, the rise of her cheekbone. She eagerly leaned up, standing on her tiptoes as her feet dug into the sand below them to meet Mor’an for a proper kiss.

She felt that fire in him, that lingering desire that was always there whenever he kissed her. She didn’t pull away, though, when it made its way through her body, down into the pit of her belly to settle within her womanhood. No… not this time. Mor’an seemed to pick up on her eagerness, and she was delighted when his hands slid over her wet skin, slipping over them with ease. Her arms went around his shoulders when he hands made his way to her rear, grasping her there before he hoisted her up.

They continued to kiss, lips moving against each other as Adrien wrapped her legs around Mor’an’s waist. She clung to him, locking her ankles at his back. She could feel him harden between the press of their bodies, and she shuddered in anticipation.

Like that first kiss, all she could feel was the encompassing desire to have him. This time, at least, she was prepared for it. Though she enjoyed the pleasure of it, the intoxicating pull of the way he tasted, felt, her desire to have him claim her, she was also able to consciously enjoy it. She relished in every brush of skin, every nick of his teeth against her lips. She wanted him… wanted him so badly and it felt right, no hesitation.

She hadn’t realized they were walking back to the shore, until she felt the cool air lick at her newly exposed wet skin. She didn’t protest – Mor’an had his own intentions, and given those included laying her back against the ground to settle between her quivering thighs, she wasn’t going to complain. Her hands settled at his shoulders, her nails digging in as he kissed her deeper.

“I want you,” she breathed against his mouth. “Now… I need it.”

And she did. She could feel it within every inch of her. She… she needed this. Every bit of her needed every single sliver of him. Perhaps she always had; though she didn’t subscribe to fate, she couldn’t deny that there was a biology to it. That didn’t make it any less real, any less deep for her. In honesty, it just intensified it. As a woman of science, she felt like she could appreciate that.

So, that’s what she let herself do. Mor’an kissed his way down her body, making her warmer with each brush of his lips against her flesh. Her legs parted willingly at either side of him, inviting him to her body. She felt a buzz of arousal through her, growing and growing until she practically felt it flood out of her.

Mor’an’s hands settled at her knees, keeping her legs parted as he moved lower, lower. The lower he went, his tongue darted out across her skin, as if tasting her, and his teeth nipped her skin, making her hips rise off the ground. He kissed all the way down to the apex of her sex, her wetness already evident before he even touched her there.

He took his time, wound her up. Before he delved into her womanhood, he went to her thighs. His teeth in her felt like they were going to leave marks, and there was something about the sinking of those teeth in her skin and knowing she was going the have reminders when they were done that excited her. she had never wanted a man to mark her like that, but with Mor’an, she couldn’t think of anything better.

He left his marks on both her thighs, drawing moans from her each time before he moved to where she really wanted him. She arched from the ground as his tongue came out, dragging from the wetness of her entrance all the way to the pink, peeking bud atop her folds. It felt so good, having him pleasure her there with his mouth. His tongue circled there, swirling at the roundness of her little pleasure bud before he moved down again, his tongue slipping inside to taste her.

It was so, so good. He’d alternate, his tongue within her sex to his lips around her clit. He built her up, up, bringing her close to the cusp before he’d slow again, settle. It was equal parts tantalizing and maddening; her body needed more, so much more, but she liked that it wasn’t over soon. It was the most pleasurable state of cognitive dissonance that she had ever been in, and the only thing she knew for certain was that she didn’t want him to stop as he gripped her by the rear to pull her closer, burying his face against her wet mound drive his tongue in her more.

She clenched around it, her pleasure flooding against his mouth. When he moved back to her swollen bud, his fingers replacing his tongue this time, she thought she would explode. Instead, her legs fell further apart, and she quite literally whined for him.

“Please, Mor’an. I need you inside me. Enough, enough. I –”

She panted, unable to finish her sentence, but Mor’an got the picture nonetheless. He toyed with her a little more, adding fingers inside her for more pleasure and to open her for what the both wanted the most. When he withdrew them, she nearly sighed in relief – not because she wanted it to end, but because everything within her screamed they needed to be one.

The taste of herself on his tongue when he came up to kiss her again was divine. Her arms went once more around broad shoulders, and she kissed him back hungrily as she felt him nudge the head of his length against her. She was so close to getting what she wanted, though he teased her a bit before giving it to her. She whined as she felt the pillar of his flesh slip and slide along the wetness of her entrance, but never in. The length glided up, between her folds, skimming over her swollen bud to draw a shudder from her needy body.

She felt everything as if it were in excess. Every single possible sensation that she could get, flickered through her body and there was nothing that she could do to stop it – not that she wanted to stop it. But it wasn’t nearly enough, and in her impatience, she bit at his lips, urging him.

“Please, Mor’an,” she begged of him. “No more, no more. Give it to me.”

Everything within her told her that this was right, that man atop her supposed to be there. She tightened her legs around his waist, urging him closer, and moaned softly as he slid in, in, the length and girth of him filling and stretching her. He felt so warm inside of her, and she would need to ask him about it later because it felt like he swelled, even as he was within her. A thick, pulsing sort of swell that reverberated within her walls, heightened the pleasure that his length and thickness already gave her. It was maddening, the feeling of it, oh so intoxicating.

Then, though, the only thing on her mind was the rock of their hips together, the deep reach of him inside her. He held on to her, his thrusts long and deep, caressing every inch of her insides. He managed to touch and pleasure every place inside her that felt good, and it had her pulsing around his member, as if her body was clinging to him of its own accord.

There was a pull in all directions, from Adrien. The physical, the emotional. The pleasure was heightened by a sense of rightness about everything, that pull that she had had for Mor’an finally finding its satisfaction, finally finding itself pleased and sated. It was as if the shift within her very being that had been trying to come to fruition finally found it – she was one, whole, with Mor’an. They were one.

Her climax came hard, deep, making her spasm against him. It came, again, and again, and he didn’t relent. She was alight with sensation by the time he did, her pleasured cries echoing against the empty darkness of the paradise they were surrounded by. Mixed with it were his groans, deep and sensual in her ears as the sound reverberated within his chest. His own release didn’t cum until she was entirely spent, weakly clinging to him. It flooded within her, she felt it filling her entirely.

“Don’t want to stop,” she said, even as she twitched and shook around his body. She rocked her hips up against him, keeping him snug inside of her. When he moved, she was afraid that he wasn’t going to give that to her, but she was wrong. Instead of scooting her off of him, he rolled so that he was on his back, and she was straddled over him. Her thighs spread widely, given the girth of his hips. She had to steady herself, putting her hands to his chest as to not be jolted from the sensation of everything.

Mor’an settled his own hands against her hips, and with his strength he raised her up. She moaned at the feeling of his satisfaction and member sliding out of her, and was further pleasured when he brought her back down onto him.

It was his strength that set her pace, and then her own insistence that furthered it. It took a little, he was so big and there was so much of him to take, but she managed to plant her hands in her chest and move her hips with the insane, pleasurable motion of his own. She moaned with him, felt him press ever deeper with their position, and she couldn’t help but cry his name to the night. It echoed around them, bounced back in the air to them. It mingled with his own moans, his animal growls and the raspy breaths that he took.

They coupled like animals – that was the only thing she could use to describe the bestial way that their bodies merged together. She had to think this was what it was like for them at the very least; nothing but primal desire and animal want driving their most base instincts. That’s all it was – instinct. The instinct for her to submit to his alpha-like power, to let this man take what he wanted, for her to give her everything –

He had to have felt it to, of that much she was sure. Their pace quickened, quickened, until he was pulling out of her to shove her over, onto her hands and knees. She didn’t complain – how could she? Not with the swift way that he entered her from behind, shoving into her dripping, wanting body. She clawed at the grass beneath them, getting the dirt in her fingernails.

She had never had sex like this – never out in the open, never so filthy and carnal. She liked it rough sometimes, yes. But that was with men that barely knew what they were doing, men who couldn’t do nearly half as much as Mor’an did to her then. Those men didn’t have her tossing her head back to practically howl at the moon, didn’t have her pressing her hips back against them in a fervor to take them deeper, harder. Hell, those men had never been able to measure up quite as well as Mor’an did when she asked for harder – asked for more, asked for deeper.

When they came again, it was together, too, and Mor’an’s hands dug deep into her hips, snapping her back against him as he filled her up and her thighs quaked in pleasure. His seed spilled into her, then seeped out of her, down those quaking thighs of her as a testament to how good it had been for the both of them.

There were no words as they collapsed to the ground together, just pants that softened to slightly heavy breathing and bodies still wired tightly with the feelings that they were experiencing. He remained inside of her, something that she wasn’t used to, but was hardly opposed to, either. It felt good to have him still buried within her womanhood, that thickness of him keeping her full and open, almost past her capacity.

His face nuzzled into her neck as they lay there, as if taking in her scent. He nibbled, sucked, kissed at her skin. She enjoyed the lingering warmth of his body pressed to hers, and she didn’t even mind they were covered in sweat, dirt, and cum. He continued to touch her, a little. Teased, even. They fell asleep together, after, a clumsy satisfied mess of sweat and satisfaction mingled between the two of them. He was still swollen, inside of her. Though she was sore, it was pleasantly so.

When she dreamed, she dreamed of nights like that to come, wrapped up in the arms of the man who was easily becoming her center.

The next morning, she awoke, feeling particularly warm and satiated. Mor’an was still asleep beside her, snoring softly. His breath fluttered against her hair – that was one of the first things that she noticed.

The next, was that their positions hadn’t changed, even through the night. He was still snug inside of her, and from what she could feel, he was still hard, too. She rocked back against him a little, and he stirred only slightly. Adrien smiled a little to herself; there was something she wanted, just a little more than continuing the line of activity that they had had the night before.

She slid off of him, gently. Slick leaked out of her when she did, but she kind of liked how filthy that was and didn’t pay it much attention other than enjoying it. She gently nudged the still-sleeping Mor’an to his back, and smiled at the way he stirred a bit, but didn’t wake up.

Adrien’s attention went to better places – below the belt. His member still stood straight and proud, and in the proper light, she could admire it better than she had the night before. It matched the sheen of his body, and wet with the slick and satisfaction that still clung to him from the night before, it looked particularly appetizing.

Her path started at his chest, kissing him lightly there.

“Mor’an,” she said, her voice sing-song. He stirred only slightly at it, and she concluded he was obviously the heavier sleeper between the two of them. No matter. She would just continue her fun and he would have to awaken… eventually…

Smirking, she kissed him more, moving from his chest to one of his nipples, flicking her tongue over the bud lightly. A soft moan escaped Mor’an as she did, and he groaned as she moved lower and lower. She let her teeth skim his flesh, and was particularly pleased when he began to roll his hips against her mouth working over his body.

The scent of them clung to his skin, and when she got to his length, she couldn’t help but moan – darting out her tongue to flick over the still-engorged head of him, they even tasted divine together. A sweetness and manliness that she could easily get drunk off of if she let herself.

But this wasn’t about her – what she found appealing, what made her feel good. This was about giving a bit back to Mor’an. Around and around his head her tongue flicked, sliding over the slit in his member as she did. She teased him there, not moving to take him fully in her mouth, wanting to arouse him from his sleep so that he may enjoy it to the fullest before doing so. She smirked at the head as his hips began to rock in earnest, and his eyes blinked open.

“Adrien?”

His voice was full of sleep, and questioning, but she was glad that he didn’t try to pull her away. Instead, his fingers threaded her hair, tugging gently before urging her down a little more. She got in a little more teasing to him before she did so; she suckled at the head of his member before lowering herself down to lick and suck at the juices on the rest of him. He groaned at the sensation, and that only spurned Adrien to continue on.

There was something about having him in her mouth, at her mercy like this that was entirely too appealing. She had never been opposed to pleasuring men like this – how could she? – but there was something special having such a powerful creature at her mercy, with just her mouth and her mouth alone.

When she was done teasing, she went at it in full. Her lips wrapped snug around his length, and with his hand at the back of her head, guiding her movements, she bobbed up and down on it. She used the faintest hint of teeth, the sweet suckling of her mouth, and the constriction of her throat to draw out louder, deeper sounds from him. She reveled in every growl and curse that fell from his lips, and the more insistent they became the more she gave to him.

It was a delight, truly, when a second hand of his joined the first, and his earlier guiding quickly became him using her mouth the same way he had used her body the night before. She even gagged a little – but she liked it. She moaned around him and let him have her, deciding to slip her fingers between her lips to rub and circle her little nub.

She brought him, and herself, to completion. He tasted better than she could imagine as his body seized up and he spilled down her throat, the liquid of him coating her tongue. She drank him down and licked him clean before popping off of him, the both of them panting.

It was looking like it was going to be a good day.