Maktov and his tendrils of shadow stilled at her words. He didn't quite believe he'd heard correctly. After replaying the words in his head, he realized, yes, he'd heard Thalia right. He swallowed, too many options strewn in front of his thoughts, too overwhelmed with possibilities.
She waited with lips pressed together. The heaviness of the air, of the hormones, of the desires weighing down on her. The sensation of being caught in the still before a storm made her tremble with excitement. She couldn't wait for him to shake off his surprise.
Thalia grasped at his hand, guiding it down her body as her hips tilted in an unspoken request. His hitched breathing burned in his throat as she guided his other hand over her shirt, to her breast. Thalia shivered, his breaths hot against her skin.
Then the storm swept in.
All at once, he bared down on her, instinct and desire taking the reins. Maktov's lips went to her throat, a growl in his chest. Unseen tendrils slid over her body, assisted him in undoing her jeans and sliding them down, tugging at her clothes until cool air kissed at her exposed skin. Thalia gasped, eyes clenching shut as the onslaught of sensations barreled over her. His teeth and tongue at her throat, razing her nerves. His hand groping at her breast, fingers nimble and teasing the hardened bead of her nipple through her bra. His other hand sliding tentatively further south, stroking her through the fabric of her underwear. The indescribable feeling of shadows, licking and kneading all over her body, exploring and caressing, tangling around her fingers.
Simultaneously, her body throbbed and melted and thrilled beneath his touches. Her brain could barely keep up, lost as his mouth, his fingers, his tongue, his shadows made her whole body light up and fizzle.
When his hand finally slid beneath the barrier of her underwear, his fingertip grazing over her swollen clit, Thalia keened and arched against him. Her knees shook, breaths ragged and throat burning with desire. Tingling heat weaved through her body, everything throbbing at his touch.
As Thalia leaned against him, her knees growing weak, Maktov guided both of them back, until the back of his legs hit his bed. He lowered them to the bed, Thalia between his legs and shifted their position until they were both fully on the mattress. Thalia barely registered the change of position, leaning entirely on him with her legs spread wide. Her thoughts were warm and syrupy as his shadows massaged and toyed with her, her whole body melting with his touch.
Maktov's gaze slid down her body. Her clenched eyes, flushed cheeks, lips parted for little gasps and moans. Her chest rising and falling, bra bared as a shadow tendril tugged her shirt up. His fingers tightened into the soft flesh of her breasts, he gave a deep-throated groan, basking in the supple heat as she arched into the touch.
With his gaze, Maktov's hand also trailed down her body, his nails scraping down her skin while shadows took over at her breasts. Thalia whined, goosebumps kissing her flesh, as the familiar cool and feathery touch encompassed her nipples, tugging and rolling about them.
Anticipation crept up her spine as Maktov's hand slid to her inner thigh. His nails dug against the soft flesh, another deep chested groan reverberating into her back. His other hand, fingers slipping away from her clit, dip a little further between her lower lips.
Both shuddered, now realizing how wet and hot and ready Thalia was. Maktov's fingers, slickened with her, returned to her clit, stroking with slow and agonizing circles. His gaze traced down the 'v' of her legs, yearning to bury himself - mouth, tendril, or otherwise - into the tempting heat. The scent of her a pheromone-filled allure.
"M-Maktov," Thalia gasped, catching his attention. She pressed her cheek, warmed with a flush, against his arm.
"Yes?" The word came out deep and low, thick with lust.
"Can you..." she trailed off, unable to find her words or her breath as his fingers stroked between her lower lips again, teasingly close to her entrance. Her hips arched, obviously wanting a deeper touch. Maktov denied her, though, returning his digits to teasing the bundle of nerves.
Against her ear, she could feel his lips twist into a teasing smile. "Can I what?"
She couldn't even fight the passion long enough to be agitated with him. Embarrassed heat clawed up Thalia's shoulders and across her face. It mixed and mingled with the warm pleasure, being at once unbearable and delightful. She bit her lower lip, an ache and pressure building inside her. "Can you... penetrate with your shadows?"
In the quiet, his motions stilled.
That question of hers brought a slew of desire and carnality tumbling through Maktov's thoughts. He only barely managed to clench down on them, keeping a tendril from plunging into her without any further comment. Closing his eyes, he tried to calm his thoughts. It'd be easy to admit he could, but how badly would he ache to delve into her later on? How badly would he want to fuck her with other anatomy? What would this even lead to?
She trembled as his long and slow breaths puffed hotly against her ear, prompting Maktov to open his eyes. A hot ache tore at his insides. All these complications and concerns were a problem for future Maktov. Right now, he had her in his arms, strung tight with libido with his own hunger returning the call.
"Yes," he said finally, his hand at her thigh drifted to her opening, a finger teasing along her seam. "Should I demonstrate?"
She shivered, hips tilting to his touch, wanting more. Her imagination taunted her with anticipated sensation, her inner walls tensing at the very thought of intrusion.
A voice at the back of Thalia's head told her to stop. This wasn't how peers or classmates interacted. This wasn't what she wanted!
...probably. Briefly, memories of long and lonely nights, nights when she craved someone to satisfy her, if not more. Opening her eyes, Thalia was only met with a sheet of darkness. Though, she could feel his gaze on her. Hot and hungry, but waiting for her.
Thalia shifted against him, pushing her back flush against his chest, the back of her head meeting his shoulder. Against her ass, the telltale heat and firmness of an erection throbbed. Vaguely, she wondered if - by fucking her with a tendril - he'd feel it in his cock. That thought sent an excited prickle through her core. "Yes, please."
At once, an unseen shadow tilted her head as his mouth found hers. His fingers teased between her lips, spreading her to the open air. Thalia whimpered just as the cool, feathery touch of his shadows parted her. She gasped against Maktov's kiss, hips tilting to ease him in further. He moaned in response, his own hips jerking without thought as the darkness thrust deeper inside.
He could faintly feel her warmth and softness through his shadows. It was muted and only made him crave a more authentic touch. If she felt this good now, he could only imagine what it felt to genuinely be buried inside her.
Thalia clung to his arms, her brain floundering to describe what she was feeling. The groping delight of his other shadow tendrils didn't help the messy heat in her thoughts. Unlike the unyielding firmness of silicone, unlike the hot malleable pressure from a dick. Unusually cool, given the heat boiling inside her, and - somehow - hard for her muscles to grip. Yet the darkness filled her, writhed and throbbed inside her.
The tendril thrust, never completely leaving her. Like a tide, the shadow ebbed and flowed, filling her before easing away, only to return. There was always the sense of lingering darkness, licking at the deepest parts of her, before a harder, thicker, heavier shadow crushed into her.
Maktov's breaths hitched, his chest rising and falling heavily against her. Straining against his pants, his erection pulsed as he watched Thalia eagerly squirm around his shade. Every moan and arch of her back, every gasp that perforated their kiss, made his insides twist tightly. Pressure built up beneath his surface, his hips occasionally jerking and grinding his needy anatomy against her.
Even in her throes of passion, Thalia responded to him. Pressing back, rubbing against the heat in his pants, before spreading her legs a little wider to his shadows. At some point, his fingers had gone back to swirling around her clit, eliciting tremors from her.
Her insides clenched at his shadows, never quite finding that firmness they sought, but still delighted, still enjoying the pressure inside.
As her muscles strung tight, teetering on a precipice, Thalia pressed back into his chest, fingers digging into his arms again. It was his teeth, skimming down the arch of her throat, pressing just a little harder, that finally pushed her over the edge. With a loud moan, head thrown back against his shoulder and eyes closed, her body tightened around him. Heat exploded in her lower tummy, her back arching as she cried out, before shudders racked her body.
Thalia devolving into trembles only prompted harder, desperate touches from Maktov. His fingers teasing at her clit, his shadows erratically pulsing in and out, his own erection throbbing in response. At the back of his throat, he groaned, before his hips jerked hard against her and his own smoldering release lapped at his body.
Only the sound of their breathing, slowly returning to a less-lewd pace, filled the air. Thalia's heart slowed as her body, slowly, relaxed. Her hand, without thought, trailed up and down his arms. Even satisfied, Thalia just wanted to touch Maktov.
His tension softened against her, enjoying her slow and sated touches. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed her trailing fingers and soft body and warmth. The warnings still lingered at the back of his head, hissing of future complexities and awkwardness. Warm afterglow muted the alarms, though. The shadows that previously pleasured her gently dwindled inside her, returning to the ambient darkness of the room.
They both simply wanted to stay like this, a little longer, before worries and concerns and everyday life sifted back into their lives.
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