He was long, proud, and oh, so, hard. His skin looked dark grey in the candle light, his misshapen shoulder cast into complete darkness. His dark green hair was nearly black, and he glistened with droplets of water. I reached out a claw to touch him, and he groaned. I traced the veins of his member, caressing and teasing until a bead of desire leaked from his nearly-too-rigid erection. I flicked my eyes up at him, and he whispered, “Your eyes… you don’t have to…” I silenced him, my ow voice thick, “I want to.” Then I leaned forward and took the tip of him into my mouth.
He was… delicious. Warm, no, hot, hotter than the candle flames surrounding us. He was sweet, spicy, and tasted slightly of rain before the storm breaks. I worked my mouth and throat over his length, back and forth, up and down. I stroked with my tongue and tickled with my fangs. I ran my paws up and down his corded thighs, rippled stomach and flexed arms. His fists were knotting my wet hair, palms roughly stroking the small horns of my forehead. Gabriel gasped, moaned and writhed for me while trying to stand perfectly still. He muttered incoherently, eyes never leaving my mouth and face. I smiled and cupped his heavy sac, gently rolling the delicate eggs inside and using one claw tip to tease the perineal vein that ran from anus to ball sac. I heard something crack behind him. He shouted and thrust into my mouth, deep into my throat. I moaned with what little air I had left, and he came, shooting everything he had to offer straight down my esophagus.
I pulled back and hit the now-freezing water. I hissed and arched my back, breasts thrusting against his legs. He shut of the water and fell to his knees in front of me, kissing my neck and touching every part he could reach. I shivered, partly from cold, partly from desire, as his lips found my nipple. I gasped and he licked, loved, and nipped it before moving to the next one, and used one hand to probe between my haunches and thighs. He found me wet, slick with heat and need, and desperate for release. I humped his hand and scratched at his back begging and growling for more helplessly. He caressed, bit, tweaked, and fed my flames until all at once he slipped a finger in me. I shattered and fell like so many meteors across the night sky until I finally fell quiet, on aching knees and in freezing air.
Gabriel had a soft, slightly unfocused look in his eyes as he stood and opened the shower door. He grabbed the towels from the chaise and, after draping the larger ones on my legs and chest he set to kneeling and softy rubbing my wings dry. It was a sensual torment, wonderous and sweet. No one had ever caressed me so…intimately. I felt that stirring inside me again, and used another towel to rub him, planes of his stomach to broad shoulder and delicately on the malformed arm. He laughed and said, “Guess we are out if hot water. At least until the electricity comes back…”
The candles went out, all magically lit ones just gone, leaving us in total darkness. Gabriel cursed and pulled something from under the sink. I leapt to my paws and followed him out the door, sliding down the banister and facing the hallway. After several minutes elapsed Gabriel said, “Wait here,” and stalked to the kitchen. I heard fumbling, the sound of a foot against the leg of a chair, and the strike of a match against its container’s roughened surface. The flare and dimming of the flame before pushing itself to a decent height gave some illumination to the too-still, too-quiet apartment. Gabriel lit as many candles as he could, the lit the fire place so that once more, the room blazed with light. Gabriel came to me, kissed me and told me to go put on some clothes while he watched the door. I took a tall taper and ran to my now dark room, lighting my candles and slipping into my tightest, darkest clothing and binding my hair in a long black band. I rushed back and found he had wrapped my discarded towel around his waist and had opened the door, presumably to check on the guards, but it was hard to do that with him face glued to someone else’s. That someone had flowing blonde hair and a fine sheen, almost diamond-like quality, to her skin and was pressing what I could see of her into Gabriel’s body, even wrapping one jean-and fuzzy-boot-encased leg around his hip, obviously grinding herself against that thin towel.
I felt frozen, unsure, and then, surprisingly, broken again, like I lost something important. I felt hope when, suddenly, Gabriel shoved her away and backed up, trying to put distance between them.
“Jessica.” The disdain was rich, his brogue was thick, and I felt a delicious thrill. My tail whipped, but I stayed still and quiet otherwise. This was someone he clearly knew intimately, and was angry with. I would let them sort their business before I interfered, if even needed.
Of course, I didn’t even know where I stood in his life, so…
“Gabriel.” Purred the girl, Jessica, as she adjusted her considerable endowments and striking a seemingly careless pose. “I have missed you, my prince. Have you missed me?” Before she had even finished the question Gabriel was shaking his head. “NO, I didn’t. You left me for dead, and worse, you left me for material reasons. One I might forgive, the other not. Especially not both together. Why are you here?”
She stood pouting and sighed, opening her full lips and murmuring, “Gabe, honey, I never wanted to leave you…” He slammed his fist into the wall and yelled, “Yes you did! You told me that if I wasn’t rich, I had no use, then when that other suitor appeared, you got off on watching him rip off my shoulder and watching me beat him with only one working arm. He will never be able to do much of anything ever again because of your father’s court, your own actions, and because of ME!” He roared that last word, and it reverberated through the foyer. I was pleased to see Jessica cowering, and more than aroused by his primal anger. Then I noticed something. He began to change form, skin growing more grainy and rough, darker, and he physically grew more… massive. I was shocked when the towel came undone and fell, unable to completely cover his hips any longer, and his hair grew thicker and wilder than I had ever seen it before. Jessica began to simply grow, not in the same fashion, but just an intake of breath and she began to expand in a different way than bulking up. Her clothes went with her, and she reached out to him, “But I have always wanted you, needed you, loved you, more than anyone I have ever…” Gabriel roared again, and swung a fist at her. She blocked it and slapped him, her face getting ugly. “You dare strike your Princess?!” He growled, “You are not my princess. You never were, and you will never be.” She began to shrink, and he did as well. They came back to normal size and he continued in a weary voice, “Jessica, your father may be a rock troll king, but that doesn’t make you my anything. I recognize none of your authority or anything over me. I have moved on, and you should too.”
I took this moment to clear my throat, and they both jumped. Their faces turned towards me, his red with receding anger, hers with mounting anger. He extended his hand to me, and I stepped forward, tail lashing, and reached for him as well. Before I could lay a claw on his palm Jessica got between us, body twisting as she swung her fist at my face. I swayed my upper body backwards and caught a glimpse at the hallway past the door. I lashed out with my own fist and caught her across the jaw as Gabriel grabbed her waist and threw her towards the door. I stalked towards her and growled, “Did you harm my men?” She hissed and began that expanding, shape-shifting thing rock trolls seem to be able to do. She demanded, “Do you live with this ugly monster, Gabriel? This trash is who you left me for?!” I screamed and launched myself at her, wrapping my arms and wings around her and squeezing until she gasped. I shrieked, “DID YOU HARM MY MEN!” in her face, and saw her blanch. She glanced back slightly, whispering, “Yes,” and then, louder, “yes. They were stopping me from finding my fiancé, and now you will pay.” Sher snapped her elbows out behind her and thrust her arms outwards, breaking my grip and forcing me to let her go. She threw me to the ground and landed on top of me. I had no leverage, and she told Gabriel, “Move, and I will kill her. I might anyways, to teach you a lesson.” His eyes went wide with anger and he stood stock still, growling but unwilling to put me in danger. Jessica’s voice went soft, and she said, “Do you love this creature?” So gently she said it, almost like she was speaking to a child. She traced my horns, my left cheek, then the curve of my chin. She leaned down to me and whispered, “Bet he will just love this.” She kissed me, long and full, her tongue sweeping into my mouth and tasting his seed there. She rubbed her thigh between mine, and rubbed herself against mine. Gabriel gasped, and Jessica reared back, saying, “If you come back to me, you can have her on the side, we can share.” She licked her lips and closed her eyes, humming in content and sighing, “I can taste you in her mouth. I think I will taste her again.” She cupped my face and came down to me again. I whispered, “Wait,” and she stopped, triumph in her eyes. I smiled sensually and said, “I revoke thy invitation and thy passage in this mine house. You have broken laws of hospitality and harmed those who would be thy hosts, and now you may never again tread here without fear of pain or death.”
Once I spoke those words, the wardings restarted. Flames licked at unlit candles and spread light all over again. Jessica began to lift, float, and was dragged backwards, kicking and screaming, begging for Gabriel to help her. The magic that protected the house, that had failed at her abuse and damage came back on at full force, and she was ejected roughly from the building, never to be allowed again. The wards tasted her blood and knew her now, so she couldn’t trick her way in.
Gabriel helped me to my feet, murmuring over my wings and injuries. I ran to the hallway, saying, “First aid needed,” before dropping to my knees and trying to revive the guards. Lights flickered and suddenly a door opened in the wall, two new guards coming on duty. Upon seeing me and their fellow guardians on the floor, they checked for more threats then informed my head of security. Within seconds, several people in guard uniform and medic scrubs filled the hall. I was reassured as to the safety of my home and the health of the two injured guards. I found Gabriel, dressed and speaking to other guards and laid my paw on his hand. “Dawn comes soon.” Just then, the delivery boy for Lucky Wong’s appeared. The guards paid him while I negotiated with my head of security to ensure injury pay for the two guards, and then Gabriel and I grabbed our food and went into our candle-lit home.We set up our plates and food, eating in silence. We washed our dishes and sat in the den, a cozy semi-pit with thick cushions and a false-fire pit. He went back to reading, and I stared at the ceiling, making up designs and thinking over the events of the night as I felt dawn’s pull. I felt an unfulfilled need and knew I needed Gabriel, but I was afraid, afraid of his reaction and possible rejection.
I frittered my time until nearly two hours until dawn. I sighed and looked over. Gabriel was pretending to read the same book, in the same spot it looked like, and I smiled. I rose from my spot on the cushions, went to him and crouched before him. I removed the book from his unresistant fingers and took his face into my paws. I raised it and looked at him, shocked to find tears and self-hatred in his eyes. I stared at him, our eyes locked before I closed my eyes and kissed him. I held my lips to his and felt his wavering until he finally gave in, kissing me back and sliding his hand over my shoulders, down my back and pulling my close, fingertips brushing the base of my wings. Our kiss deepened, and he stood, never breaking the kiss, lifting me and carrying me up and through the apartment, beneath the stairs, and through the doors of my bedroom. He set me down on my fainting couch, breaking the kiss and standing before me. He stripped, slowly, never taking his eyes from mine unless he had to. He removed his shirt mangled shoulder first, perfect one second, then went to remove his pants, belt first, unsnap, unzip, and then shoved his jeans to his knees, stepping out of it and standing before me nude, perfect, and intoxicatingly mine.
He dropped to his knees and I reached out, mesmerized by the flames shadows dancing on his skin, and caressed his clavicle, pectorals, then back up to trace the perfect one, then the scarred one. I leaned forward and kissed him, tracing my claws over the rough skin. I broke our kiss, flicked my tongue over his lips, then used my tongue to map his chin, the artery that pulsed there, the hollow of his throat, and then over the right collarbone to where my claws rested at the edge where the scars met the perfect skin. I licked, tasted, teased, and laved every inch of his old injury, and when I had trekked my tongue over every inch I could I leaned back and looked into his eyes. He was sweating, face looking strained. “Rei, love…” he choked out, “I… need… can you… please… more.” His desperate whisper made me feel frenzied, hotter and aroused beyond what I had felt earlier. He called me love. Did that mean he called me, was it a confession or…? My thoughts stopped as he placed his hands on my waist and gently pulled my shirt off. His eyes narrowed greedily at the sight of my bra-less state, and cupped my breasts which seemed to demand more attention than I ever could have begged for. He kissed me then followed the same path I traced on him, mirroring my actions. I groaned then held my breath as he licked and teased his way lazily to my breasts, first right then left. He rubbed his face against me and I wrapped my arms around him. I felt Gabriel’s fingers move to my pants and felt dawn’s presence. I begged, “Rip them off. Please.” He stopped, disbelief written on his features, then a hardened desire took over and he did as I begged. He lifted and threw me onto the bed and murmured, “’It was the please that caught my memory. I asked what was so important for him. ‘True love,’ he replied.’” I laid there, my mouth open in shock, and dawn overtook me, naked and glowing in the words from the Princess Bride.
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