The figure paused, nostrils twitching in the air.
{ There!...that scent! }
The figure turned and followed the invisible trail until it once again stopped, head cocking to the side.
The guard never knew what hit him.
A soft, scraping sound quietly echoed in the hallway. Only a solitary moonbeam bearing witness as it shed its soft light upon the source, illuminating the legs of the unconscious guard as they were dragged across the floor. Once the guard was safely ensconsed in a utility closet, the figure came to stand before an ornately carved door.
{ Yesss... }
There, behind that closed door, was the one thing that could end the torment... Such torment!
The door opened and then closed again silently, as the figure glided into the room. Then the bedcovers were peeled back, with a soft whisper of fabric, fully revealing a slumbering form atop silken sheets to eyes too long starved for such a sight. The bed gently sagged as the figure added its weight upon it, moving to part the legs of the one who slumbered, before kneeling between them.
Its hands ran up along the splayed thighs, feeling the flesh quiver beneath the touch, as the shaft at their apex began to grow erect. The nearly inaudible moan coming from the direction of the headboard was as the sweetest melody to the figure's ears, making the notes of desire within its own body hum in response.
The figure moved to straddle the sleeping one, not yet allowing itself to come into full contact with the body below. Deliberately prolonging its own sweet torture as it braced its arms on either side of the slumbering head. Its own head bent down, breathing deeply of the intoxicating scent beneath, before its lips began to trail kisses from the base of the enticing neck, to the lobe of an equally enticing ear. A pink tongue darted out, licking the curve all the way to the pointed tip, suckling gently on it until it heard the soft sound of another moan.
Only then, did the figure allow itself to fully settle upon the supine body. It began rubbing its own heated center along the shaft that lay hardened atop a taut stomach. A louder moan broke the silence, this time uttered by the figure as its body refused to be denied any longer. Lifting up, the figure brought a hand down between them, gripping the rigid member upright and then impaling itself down on it, with a ragged growl of pleasure.
The body below tensed, then mindlessly thrust up, as two hands came up of their own volition to grip the figure by the hips. The sleeping head arched back, an answering growl escaping the parted lips, followed by a mewling sound of such long-repressed need that upon hearing it, the figure could hold back no longer, throwing its own head back as it began to ride the shaft with total abandon. As the pleasure continued to build to an almost painful point, the figure sent its silent command into the other one's mind.
{ Awaken! }
Erestor opened his eyes...
...And found himself lost in a veritable furnace of sensation. All his long centuries of hiding, of deprivation, were burned to a cinder by the roiling heatstorm of desire that slammed into him with unimaginable force. With a snarl, he rolled them both over until he was on top, before setting a rough rhythm between the parted legs. A hand reached behind him, stroking the length of the protuberance on his tailbone that had been the source of his tormented shame since the awful morning of his majority. The acceptance and sensuality in that eager touch, sent ripples of pleasure up his spine.
Then he felt it.
Something other than those stroking fingers. Something slick and hard, poised against his own entrance. He stopped in surprise and the long, slender rod breached him, going directly to a secret spot that he had not known existed. Erestor threw his head back with a strangled howl and the figure grabbed at his hips, plunging him back inside its tight opening even as his own was being plundered.
Whatever shred of reason he might have still possessed, was gone. Erestor lost himself completely, savagely pounding his pleasure into the willing flesh. He felt nails racking trails down his back. Teeth, biting him to just past the point of pain. All of it adding to the bonfire that was the dual pleasure of taking...and being taken.
Suddently, those teeth bit hard enough to pierce the delicate area where his neck curved into the shoulder and he felt a heated fluid being injected into his blood's stream. The figure beneath him arched with the beginings of its orgasm and Erestor heard its voice in his mind once again.
{ Soar with me!.. Claim me as I claim you! }
Then his own teeth were piercing skin, urged by a primal instinct deep within. Erestor joined the figure in a spiraling dance of body, blood, and spirit that brought them to ecstasy's peak. Until they became one beat of a savage drum... Their release so profound, that it melded their very souls.
And then it was done.
The two lay entwined upon the rumpled sheets, gently lapping at each other's tears with tender tongues as the pounding of their hearts slowed to an echo that would pulse in unison forever more. As the remnants of the night sky gradually gave way to the coming of day, Erestor and his mate spoke of the past.
And prepared for the future..
TBC...