Two Worlds to Know

The urgency she had felt within him the night before was no longer there, when he rode her with strong passion and came inside her thoroughly, as if releasing years of pent up sexual frustration. Now, she could only moan and sigh from the gentle strokes of his well endowed member, thick and hard, to her flower. Her legs swayed with his motions, her hips firmly arching down into the soft mattress below her back. He was right, a bed truly made the experience better, comfortable, as opposed to the tent, not that she had much of a problems with the tent.

She slipped her fingers around his back and held him close as he makes love to her, "Mmmm...the bed is infinitely better than the floor."

A giggle flitted past her lips before she was silenced by a kiss, running her hands up and down his back, over his rump to pull him in closer.
 
He was slow at first, the desire to relieve himself was replaced with the need to please her more, every groove and nook of her flower was attended to, he was passionate still though, making his member fill her fully, kissing his tip onto her cervix already, blushing out a bit as he went. He went down, rubbing whatever wasn't in her to get a heat going more, but smiled in the kiss, soon moving his hand down and rubbing one of her feet, smirking as he played with a bent toe.
He enjoyed seeing the sensation he brought her, from her swollen breasts to her wet clit, down to her spasming legs and toes catching the sheets of the bed as he drove into her, his hips tightening under her grasp, his firm buttocks felt mighty in her hands as he used them to drive into her, slowly picking up the pace, for as much as he wanted her to be the pinnacle of orgasm, he wanted to at least get something done too~
 
Her panting grew in intensity and tempo, the moans filling the room louder with each firm stroke. His hips were firm as he drove down into her sex, the woman clutching at his arms as pleasure became the only thing she felt. His strokes were long and even, growing hard and fast, telling of his own climax nearing and promising a blinding experience of ecstasy, just like before. Her legs snapped open as he hit her sweet spot, caressing that bundle of nerves inside of her repeatedly until she was clawing at the sheets and crying his name.

"Oh god, it feels so good!" she cried between her moans, throwing her head back. Her breasts bobbed and rubbed against his chest, her nipples perking from the chill of the room hitting her glistening skin.
 
He was riddled with sweat that slid down his legs to hers, dripping onto her chest as well, forming larger beads with her own as he leaned his head down, panting at her ear with each deep shallow thrust, likcing her ear lobe before kissing her neck, biting down playfully but tightm the intensity of the passion made it hard to control his nerves as he moaned into her neck.
The fierce heat of his member was throbbing in her sex, pulsating and enlarging in her womanhood, he twitched a bit as he gripped the sheets still thrusting, thumping his hips into hers, making her flank sink into the bed with each creak, the bed's roking motion deepens the thrusts unil he meets her cervix once more
:...Gonna cum..."
 
"Yes...please, yes..." she whispered into his shoulder, biting into the soft flesh to withhold an exceptionally loud moan, an instinctual action despite the muffling spell protecting the room. She gasped when he moved faster still, drilling down into her womanhood like a man lost completely to passion, the woman herself doing all she could to lift her hips and meet his thrust for thrust despite the sheer strength of his body driving her pelvis back down to the mattress, pinning her there.

She turned her head to catch his lips, panting in the space between them and letting her tongue circle inside his mouth before she pulled down and nipped his jaw. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms going underneath his arms to curl over his back, pulling him close to her. Her glistening skin, slick and hot, glided over his as they rode towards their orgasm together; "Cum inside me," she requested, dots spotting her vision as her climax was upon her, "Oh god!"
 
His teeth locked in both pain and passion after he broke the kiss, tearing at the sheets as he gripped them tightly, pulling them, as he pushed his hips into her quivering member, tightening around his rod like a vice, making him tense up and unable to pull away, not like he wanted to anyway
"//.Oh god..Oh god....AHHHHHHhhhhhHHhhah!"
His seed shot into her womb like a flood, filling her to overflow, escaping her flower and splashing onto the sheets and onto her lower belly, the shock wave made him twitch when he was down, panting and collapsing onto her chest, the sheets still tight in his grasp, sweat drenching the bed as well as their mixed cum soaked into the mattress, he smiled when he finally caught his breath, leaning her head up and locking lips with hers, smiling as his tongue traced her lips
 
Her legs trembled around his waist as her orgasm settled over her, his softening member still throbbing inside her soaking womanhood from the exertions of his own release. She sighed happily as his lips descended upon hers, his tongue tracing the plumpness of them before slipping into her mouth fully. Her hands slowly, languidly, drew up his back, her fingers following the contours of his lean yet firm muscles, to his shoulders then forward to his chest and down to his hips. She ran a hand through her black locks, made curlier from the sweat of their love making, and stared into his sapphire blue eyes as a smile stretched across her pretty face.

"I don't believe I'll ever get used to this," she whispered, her lips teasing his collarbone and her fingers carding through his hair.
 
He looked down at her as she panted and held her hair, this was a sight to remember, a lovely witch, being laid down by him, after a long night of passion. looking up at him and she was gorgeous. She was just radiant and breathtaking, the glow of her body form her orgasms made it much more so. And he just looked into her eyes without a word.
And with a few motions, he regained his strength and carried her, his member still in her, over, having her legs tight around his waist close to the fireplace, laying her down to the floor and kisses her more, playfully grinding into her sex, the semen pools out onto the floor as he does. His lips locked with hers more so, making talking a no go and just relished in the passion of the intimacy, still inside her and he kept the tender loving kiss, rubbing her sides, his legs nestling underneath hers
 
The heat of the fire surrounding them drove away the chill from the air, but it still paled in comparison to the heat shared between them, to the passion and tenderness still flowing through their veins. They were quiet, nothing but the sound of their lips suckling and releasing one another filling the room; his member sat full and heavy inside of her, the ridges massaging and grinding against the inner walls of her womanhood that she welcomed. The rug underneath them, though not as comfortable as the bed, was still soft against her back, her hair splaying over it like a black ink spill on a light blue canvas.

Light blue, the same color as his eyes, the same eyes that were staring at her lovingly and gently, as if seeing her not as the adventuring witch that dabbled in the black arts, but as a woman that he adored. She blushed at the look in his eye, her body tingling from the meaning as she brushed her fingers over his cheek. The warm flickering flames of the fire lit the side of his body up, dancing across the creamy tan skin and giving it a lovely glow. Rush truly was handsome...and brave and wonderful. While his hands rubbed her sides, she drew patterns on his back, feeling his spine curve down and dip with this slow rutting against her hips, caressing him and silently praising him.
 
His heart raced at her touch, sending chills up his spine and down at her went his eyes, gazing at her naked body as they nestled by the fire, he broke the lock of their lips to further examine her body, the witch, a girl that randomly popped into his world by sheer chance, promising him a better future, a dream he always wanted and a happier life, was still under him after a few nights.
The road was tough, perilous and a journey was still ahead of him. He wanted to stay in this town for a few reasons: to get used to the size of a bigger city, to let his sister rest from the trek, the rest himself, but most of all, to get to be with this woman.
She was lovely in many ways, her ebony skin was very distinct from the normally pale denizens of his hometown, but the more robust cities had faired skinned civilians as well. She was luscious, curvy and feminine, but that was a shell to a independent soul, still loving.
Her eyes were dangerous, as he was lost in their gaze time and time again, unable to look away for anytime.
All these features of the gorgeous vixen under him always made him wonder why she's with him, but the thoughts of doubt were trampled by the fact that she was with him.
A few words hanged on his lips but he decided to give her body some post sex treatment, slowly receding and kneeding his fingers into her shoulders, massaging her aching muscles, even more tensed and jumbled by their romp. slowly moving down to her feet, pulling them up, rubbing a toe on his chest before kissing her ankle, rubbing her legs as he ran the knots of fatigue away, kissing up and down her appendage back to her toes
 
She hummed and giggled at the tender touches to her body, the fingers prodding her tired muscles that were strained from the passion of their tryst. He was attentive and considerate, letting no words but actions speak his mind and his feelings. She retracted her leg from his grasp and reached down to take his hands in hers, maneuvering around until he was sitting back on his rump and she in his lap, her legs splayed on either side of his waist. His hands were still in her grip, her lips dancing over each finger and then to the center of his palm, her kisses loving as she looked up into his eyes and smiled that genuine smile again, one that she now reserved only for him; not the grin or the smirk she had used her entire life, but a real and sweet smile.

Releasing one of his hands, she slid her fingers down his waist to his hips and then slowly up his back to his shoulder blade where she flattened her hand and pulled him forward towards her. She covered his shoulder in sweet kisses, administering her own post-sex treatment to his body to let him know how much she truly cared for him, how she felt about him and how she didn't regret, not one bit, the love they made or the love they shared. This amazing man who steeled himself against the hardships he was left with by his mother who left him and his sister, who put his dreams of becoming a knight on hold to care for his sibling, who took her in without much question and who didn't run when she revealed that she was a witch; this man was her own secret dream come true and she was afraid that if she blinked, he would disappear. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his sweetly.
 
The treatment was soothing and relaxing, he moaned out a bit and leaned his head to give her more access, before his lips were caught in hers. He blushed more as she straddled his bare lap, his still sore yet throbbing member rubbing against her back side but he let it suffer, kissing her back passionately and lacing their fingers in that hand grip they always had. It was a sign he cared and loved this witch. He didn't run because she was still tender, he let her in his home because she was interesting. He went on this journey because she was kind. But most of all he was falling for her, he deepens the kiss to let her know, the love in his tongue was gentle, but the passion in his grip was fierce as he gripped her hands, pulling her ontop of him as he laid down, still kissing, letting her locks fall to his face and he chuckled at the feel
 
She gasped quietly in surprise when he suddenly fell back, taking her down with him, and giggled into their soft kiss. She broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, pressing her lips to his forehead lovingly, before trailing kisses down his chest, his stomach, past his pelvis until her lips wrapped around his slick member where she gently and slowly cleaned the cum from his rod. Once done, she climbed back up to straddle his waist, leaning up to sit straight and bare her body to his gaze once again. Her firm breasts stood at attention before him, her curls tumbling over her shoulder and erotically covering her nipples until she took his hands and ran them up her stomach, over her breasts where she let him squeeze, and then up to her shoulders before guiding them back down to settle on her hips. It was everything she wanted by just letting him touch her, her heart filling with tenderness and her eyes glimmering gently. She placed her hands to his chest, her ebony skin contrasting greatly with his paler one, but she had never seen anything more beautiful.
 
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, smiling at the sensation of being guided by her, her plump tits were firm as he gingerly squeezed, his muscles lock as he feels her hands move down to his, maoning out more when she sucks on his trembling shaft. It spurted a little of what remained in his loins to her lips, the pear he ate earlier that day made the cum taste sweet and silky on her tongue, he blushed, not knowing if she enjoyed that but held her hands to his chest
 
She sighed gently against his member after swallowing down the excess cum that leaked into her mouth, licking her lip when she realized how it tasted like the green fruit they had partook in earlier that day. She had never given a man oral before so she didn't exactly know what his semen should taste like, but Rush's cum was something she indulged in happily if it tasted that sweet. She drew her tongue down his shaft and then back up to the head, suckling it of the rest of his essence, before crawling up to cover his body with hers and press her lips to his, giving him the sweet taste to enjoy on his tongue.

The love they made had been incredible and of course she would be more than happy to do it again, but this, the cuddling and the kissing and the tender looks and touches afterwards, this made her chest feel warm in a different sense. It wasn't because her heart was beating erratically to keep up with the blood pumping through her veins as Rush rode her to orgasm or because his mouth was down below, kissing her southern lips and making her moan, but because he was cherishing her body as a man does a woman that he loves. He was truly feeling her and kissing her and holding her, telling her that he was happy to have her in his arms...and she was elated that he wanted her there. She took possession of his lips, lifting his hand to press to her cheek while she murmured sweet nothings to him in between kisses.
 
He matched her silent praises with his won with each kiss, smiling as his words were swallowed by her as she went back in to kiss, their lips slowly became damp in saliva in their kiss, he gently placed his other hand on her shoulder to stop her. He loved it and wanted to kiss her every day but he needed to speak to her, something that welled up in his gut when they first made love, something sudden but grew to be true
"..Nadira...I love you..."
 
With this confession, she froze and rose up suddenly, her black hair fluffing up before settling back down in surprise, some tresses falling into her emerald green eyes that matched the rock on her necklace. Had he really...did he really just say that he loved her? Throughout her entire life, after learning to control the shadows and to accept their nightmarish qualities, nothing had been able to surprise her...not until this night. The love of a man, the true love of a man that trusted her despite her powers and her dark aura and accepted her for who she was.

She held his hand to her face, nuzzling it tenderly as she smiled shyly and stared into his eyes, "...I love you, too...Rush."
 
He looked into her beaming emerald eyes, seeing the darkness inside her control letting the truth appear in her gaze and yet, he kissed her more, loved her more, held her close to him, accepting her strength as reality but knowing well he couldn't hide it forever. in their short time in each other's company, he knew she was something else, something amazing to be cherished and he knew he was lucky to have her, and wanted to keep her to feel this amazement and wonder every day.
His lips tickled on hers, tugging on he bottom morsel and licking the flesh, smiling as his tongue grazes her teeth, holding the deep kiss, but soon, they were back on the bed, spooning as the night before, Rush sleeping soundly, holding his lover...nay..his love in his arms, pressed close against him as he slept
 
The morning came, the sun rising high above the world to bathe the land in its glorious light. Nadira was the first to awaken once more, but unlike the day before, she did not wiggle herself out of Rush's hold to scout the area. Instead, she remained stationary in his arms, basking in his warmth and gazing upon the handsome face of her love. The memories from the night before, the intense heat as they made love, the tender touches as they cuddled, and the quiet confessions of amorous feelings, flooded her mind and she smiled happily at each and every one of them. She turned around in his arms to face him, draping her arm over his waist, being gentle so not to wake him just yet, and reveled in his embrace. This would be the first time that she felt protected by another human being even if it was just in bed, underneath the covers, and within the quiet intimacy of the private room.
 
He still slepot, feeling her stir, smiling in his slumber as he still held her, Ellie would still be asleep, peacefully a deep slumber, but Shadow nudged the door open with his snout, seeing them together, he tilted his head as he stumbled upon his master and this witch. His nose caught scent of the sex they had and he sneezed, making Rush slowly awaken, luckily, the blanket concealed their nude visages and he smiled
">>..MMmm..Morning Shadow..."
He then looked down at his lover and licked her nose
"..And good morning to you my love..."
he said it again to let her know it was not a post orgasm high talk but reality that his heart was hers
 
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