by Hana Starr
“In due time,” they husked, easing themselves to their knees, pressing open mouthed kisses along her body along the way. “I have failed to properly thank you for your service to my people, Anne Claire.” Their gaze flicked up to hers. “And I just happened to stumble upon a particular fantasy of yours. One that I must investigate and take diligent notes on, with your permission?” They placed their hands on her thighs to support themselves, their gaze never wavering from hers. Words seemed to have failed her, so she nodded and sucked in a breath as they leaned closer to her womanly core.
Their gorgeous eyes, now glimmering midnight orbs bore into hers as they took one long stroke of their tongue along her outer labia. Maybe it was the trick of the morning light streaming through the windows, but the part of her not melting under their attentions noted that there seemed to be a light blue flame in their eyes that was positively blazing, reflecting the carnal hunger that their body was experiencing, that same carnal hunger that she could feel flooding their connection to the point that she wasn't sure who was feeling it more between them. And yet, they relished in taking their time with inquisitive stroked of their tongue, nothing too deep, nothing that committed to her pleasure just yet, but just enough that left her wanting more, so much more.
When Faer finally plunged their tongue into her channel, her back arched of its own volition, and it wasn't long before the sensations welling up inside of her began making sweet mewls of pleasure tumble from her lips with every touch. When they pulled back out of her, she knew that her cheeks were aflame from the passion that had taken her, and she found that all she could do was watch as their perfectly shaped lips kissed and nipped at the creamy skin of her inner thighs, deliberately making a point to avoid her throbbing heat. Moaning in both pleasure and frustration, she managed to find her voice, hoarse from arousal, and begged them for more. Her body suddenly felt so desperate to experience the pleasure that only they, her lover, could ever hope provide.
'Faer,' she pleaded softly through their connection, her hands reaching out to stroke the sides of their head. 'Faer, love, please, please let me feel you!' It sounded like begging even to her, but she couldn't help it; they had barely begun, and yet she already felt the beginnings of her orgasm mounting inside of her.
The deep, throaty chuckling that came through their connection startled her; Faer hadn't been nearly this playful the last time that they had engaged in a liaison a mere few days ago. Had they been in that much pain that their normally playful nature had been held back? She felt a sense of relief at the thought that they wouldn't have to suffer anymore. Their chuckling at her display of desperation for release faded, and they gently brushed the throbbing heat of her clit with their tongue in a quick swipe, making her thighs quiver in anticipation for when they really began.
'Patience, Anne Claire,' their voice was so silky, smooth, and deep, and had her captivated by the first word thought between them. 'I am merely ensuring that this is as pleasurable for the both of us as possible. Surely, there is no nobler endeavor I could pursue in this moment?' She bit down on her lip but quietly agreed to let them have their fun, knowing that it was only serving to draw out both of their pleasure for as long as possible.
Their long, pale blue tongue licked down her slit, lips wrapping around her bundle of nerves and sucking on the sensitive flesh hard. She let out a wail, but they didn't dwell on her clit long before moving down to her channel, already dripping with her quim. They easily slipping the cool appendage inside of her, letting it brush against her clenching walls. All the while, their eyes never strayed from her face, taking in every moan and pant that her gorgeous, kiss swollen lips produced.
Reaching their hands towards her exposed nipples, they pinched the pebbled nubs tightly before thrusting their tongue like a piston inside of her the same way they had made their fingers move in their shared fantasy a few nights before, eliciting a scream of euphoria out of her as they toyed with her body and mind's pleasure points mercilessly, and she could feel their determination to make her orgasm before they had even gained their own gratification. And yet, Faer was still feeling immense amounts of pleasure, their mental connection creating a sort of feedback loop that heightened both of their reactions, and within seconds, they had their wish fulfilled; her spine arched almost impossibly as her orgasm rolled over her in waves. Her nectar leaked sluggishly, and they lapped it up as though it were sweet honey. Pulling their tongue out of her trembling entrance, they ‘tsked’ jokingly before rising to their feet, gripping her chin with their fingers.
Anne Claire suddenly found herself being gently but urgently lifted off of the counter top, Faer's steady hands cupping her supple rear and holding her against them, enveloped in a strong embrace. She could feel his warm breath tickling your ear in heavy pants, the soft brush of their lips on her earlobe.
'I would like to continue, if you can,' Faer thought softly in their connected space. 'However, I would much prefer that we did so in a more comfortable setting.' She nodded, her mind still riding the waves of pleasure that were only just starting to settle even a little. She could certainly feel them moving, and knew somewhere in the back of her mind that they were going to her bedroom so that they could use her bed, but all she could focus on in that moment was the feeling of being held so closely to Faer's heart, to feel it thrumming and know that they felt no pain anymore. Amidst their pleasure, she could feel the bone deep and undeniable relief that they felt at their pain being soothed. 'I certainly hope that you've had a moment to recover,' they teased, and she felt herself aching for them even more intensely than before.
Their throaty words hung in the air, the suggestion in them all too clear to her now that she had had a moment to collect herself. Breathing at a slow, measured pace, she kept her head buried into the crook of their neck, feeling her heart pounding against her chest and knowing, through their telepathic connection, that they could feel it, too. Still, she was ready to keep going, ready to feel every part of Faer, and open every inch of herself to them in kind. 'I can handle it,' she promised them, and she felt their heart skip a beat. 'I can handle all of it, as much as you can give me.' She sighed as they set her down on the bed, enjoying the softness of her mattress as she laid back.
'Are you certain, Anne Claire? You are positively flush,' Faer noted as they settled above her on the mattress. She caught her lip between her teeth as she felt a finger lift her chin. Faer’s wide eyes, now tinted a deep amber, flickered down to her cheeks, the heady arousal in their eyes only growing more pronounced as they leaned in. ‘It would seem, however, that you lose your shyness rather quickly when we are about to begin,’ they hummed in an almost contemplative manner through their shared connection, a teasing smile tugging at their lips.
If Anne Claire's cheeks were on fire before, then they were positively scorching under his scrutiny. Faer's eyes were staunchly trained on hers as she squirmed beneath them in an effort to try and alleviate the pressure that was already rebuilding itself between her thighs. As her body swayed against the mattress, their keen eyes followed her movements, not breaking away once. There was something absolutely alluring about Faer's eyes, something that drew her into their galaxies of ever changing stars that made her shiver in excitement and anticipation.
Faer traced a long, slender finger along her jaw, coaxing a soft, shaky breath from her lungs. A desire that had become as familiar to her as her own heartbeat over the last few days began to pool in her stomach and she embraced the feeling, letting it consume her. She leaned into Faer when they bent their head into the crook of her neck, nuzzling her head against theirs. When they pulled their head back to regard her, she took in their countenance. Their eyes had darkened into near onyx voids that threatened to draw her into their endless abyss, and she nearly let it happen, had their hands not wandered over her body and begun to stroke her breasts, her hips, anything that they could reach that they knew wouldn't completely set her off just yet.
“Faer,” she said aloud when she fel
t their hesitation through their neural link. “It's alright.” She reached up and lightly cupped their face in the palm of her hand. “I'm ready for this, for all of it. Go ahead when you're ready.” There was a long moment of stillness between the two of them, as her eyes latched onto theirs, where Anne Claire was genuinely not sure that they were comfortable with continuing. She wondered if she should give them an out, and ease them out of this; she was perfectly fine with simple kisses and cuddles if that was all that they were comfortable with at the moment.
Before she could even fully process that feeling, Faer's ardor and affection nearly overwhelmed their link as their lips met in a hard, hungry kiss. Faer’s arms moved under her and around her waist and held her in a tight grip, the force and depth of their kiss tilting her head back into her pillow and the sensations from it overwhelming her mind. The heat from their body seemed to burn through her very skin as their tongue, cool by contrast, teased hers gently. She clutched at their back to try and ground herself against the onslaught of Faer's emotions mingling with her own. Just as she was about to feel as though she were starved of air and sanity in equal measure, Faer pulled pack, slowly gliding their finger across her puffy lips before letting it trail lower down her face to stroke her jaw.
“Ah,” they panted, and it wasn't until that moment that she realized that they were trembling. “I had not anticipated how good this would feel now that I don't have anything inhibiting my enjoyment of our connection...” their chest heaved, and she took to rubbing soothing circles into their back to still their nerves. “I am...I am uncertain that I can be gentle this time. If you wish to stop for now, I completely understand.” In spite of the fact that they were still looking at her with darkened eyes, she felt the truth of their words in the connection between them: they would stop everything now and feel content to simply hold her, if that was what she wanted.
But that wasn't going to be enough for her. Not tonight.
Anne Claire let out a quiet breath, one so soft that it could barely be heard even in the quiet of the room. She could feel, both in the latent energy crackling in their fingertips and in their shared connection, that they were making concerted efforts to hold back, to not scare her off. It was the same feeling that the both of them shared the first time they dabbled into this whole endeavor. 'If you can, if you want to, I want all of you, all that you can give,' she soothed through their link.
Though the quiet both in their shared connection and in the room was far from unsettling, Anne Claire found herself squirming as she waited for Faer's response. Her eyes searched theirs for some sort of answer, for a reaction of some description, she couldn't help but notice how the tension, the strain of holding back in their eyes, in their entire being, began to gradually melt. Those eyes of theirs seemed to shift after a few moments, as if Faer had decided something, and before she could fully process what they were feeling through their link, she watched as their eyes took on a garnet color, and their ardor and excitement spiked to dizzying heights.
'You...' she heard him chuckle in a near admonishing tone as a hand on the small of her back tugged gently up, arching her back and positioning her carefully. She gasped at the mental image Faer sent her, at the way that they wanted to take her and make them both climb to the highest peaks of pleasure together. She flushed and squirmed in their hold, eager for it all to continue.
“Ah, Faer-!” She choked on her words when they returned their finger to her clitoris, prodding and swirling around it as thought they had done it for a thousand years.
'You have no idea what you said, do you?' Faer twisted their wrist in such a way that she saw stars. They suddenly pulled their finger out before she could let her orgasm build again. Whatever frustration she could have felt at the loss dissolved at the way that they were positioning themselves, readying for the main event to begin. 'Even with this link of ours, you have no idea the effect that you have on me, do you?' She tried to answer that yes, she could feel everything, that she was more than ready for everything that they wanted to do, but her mind was still reeling from the anticipation and sensations that came with it all.
Faer’s hold around her, the way that they held her in place allowed for very little room to squirm. She dug her nails into their narrow thighs lightly, just hard enough to make them hiss. She couldn't help sucking in a breath as their lips came to rest on her neck, pressing open mouthed kisses to the soft flesh there.
'Oh, God, Faer,' Anne Claire felt some small, distant part of him applaud her for not even consciously using their link to express herself, but most of them, of the both of them, was focused on the sensations they were drawing out of each other. Their teeth nipped lightly at the skin of her neck, working their way down to her collarbone.
'Shh, shh,' they soothed, their tongue running along the skin irritated by their love bites. 'We will get there, we will do this right, I promise you. I want this to be as good as possible, Anne Claire.' She wriggled around in their hold, but they only tightened their grip on her to keep her in place, one arm around her middle, the other holding the back of her head in place. Their kisses were tinged with a wildness, a reckless abandon that left her heart pounding against her ribcage. In an effort to find a part of their lithe form to hold onto, her hands groped blindly around his back until they settled on the back of their shoulder and hip, but her finding a comfortable place to grip them only seemed to drive them further into their ministrations.
Faer held Anne Claire's cheek and angled her head in just the right way most optimal for kissing her, keeping it firmly in place as their lips took hers hungrily, tongue slipping in between her parted lips and chasing hers. She couldn't help but feel as though she were in a daze, so awash in want and passion by the force of their affections that she found herself at a loss as to what to do. She felt her arms flop uselessly on the bed, her entire body seeming to go limp under their attentions.
Faer was the first to pull away from their kisses with a loud pop and a panted breath. Anne Claire felt her chest heave as she breathed out shakily. She felt like her entire body was scorched, but she was slowly learning how to walk amongst the flames, steadily gripping onto a shred of her mental faculties. With a deep inhale that felt more sure than before, she stared up at Faer as they regarded her with eyes that were near bottomless in their desire.
'I sincerely hope that I have not made you uncomfortable,' they sent through their link in a whisper as they swiped their lips. Though their gaze was intense, it was not intimidating, a fact that comforted her immensely. 'If you need to stop, you need only say so.' Swallowing around the dryness in her throat, she regarded them with soft eyes. Throughout their entire encounter, from start to finish, Faer had never once made her feel uncomfortable, and had always made a point to make her feel safe and comfortable. She trusted them more than she trusted some people that she had known for years.
She was ready for this.
Chapter 18
'I don't need to stop, Faer,' she shook her head. 'I'm ready for this. I'm ready for us.' Their gaze flickered brightly for a nanosecond, a flash of gold amidst the darkness, before a slow smile took over their features. 'I want to take in all of you, I want to feel every part of you in me,' Their hands came to rest on her hips, dangerously light in their touch. She could feel, through their connection, how much they were holding back, and she could only project her anticipation for it all.
“You wish to, 'take in all of me,' do you?” They chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I hope you know that I intend to take that quite literally.” She snorted.
“I sincerely hope you do.” Her frankness surprised them, she could feel, but they recovered smoothly.
The two of them stared at each other in a punctuated silence, even though it had only lasted for a heartbeat, just long enough to work through their last hesitations, it felt like it stretched for an hour. Then in the turn of a second, the atmosphere shifted again, and suddenly the both of them were moving in frenzied, near blind motions, eager to tou
ch anywhere, everywhere on each other.
“Show me,” she panted, her hands stroking along their arms. “Show me what you want me to do to you,” she implored them, her voice coming out hushed and low. Faer leaned in, brushing their lips against hers.
‘Give me your warmth,' came the soft response in their link. 'I crave it. I need it.' She blinked owlishly at them as heat blossomed anew on her cheeks. Holding her gaze steadily, Faer nudged her legs wider apart with a knee, pressing themselves more fully against her without entering her just yet. They pulled her in hard and impossibly closer, her breasts crushed against their chest. Their hold was so tight, so achingly tight, but it never made her feel pain. Although she found that couldn’t move, she had no desire to, as it was only now that she realized that she was experiencing Faer's strength for the very first time – or at the very least, a bit of it; their spindly arms hid a quiet, dense strength that tingled under their skin, and she relished in feeling a part of it.
A rush of desire and respect flooded her, and Faer could feel it through their link, if their sudden swell of pride was any indication. Still, she let herself revel in his strength, revel in the differences between the two of them. As she felt herself relaxing in their hold, she felt a part of them ease, as if some of their tension about the whole situation bled out of them a bit. Though the kisses they pressed to her lips were still intense, still held an immense amount of passion, their tongue caressed hers so reverently, so softly, that her head began to spin. Their shared breaths grew loud and ragged, as if their tongues couldn’t explore each other's mouths deeply enough, as if they couldn't get enough of one another.
