Mine
Chapter twenty-four
Athanasius
She crumbles in my arms and I take my consort in my arms like the human brides of old. I hold her close to me like she might jump from my arms and run away from me. I lay her on the bed and watch as her brown twists lay behind her.
I kneel before her, kissing up her legs, peppering my lips on her thighs as she trembles beneath my touch.
The morning sun illuminates her brown skin casting a golden glow, and I am in awe of her.
She opens her legs slowly, and I keep my eyes on hers as my hands slide her shorts off.
As my tongue dips between her folds and she leans her head back letting loose a groan that has become music to my ears.
Her hands sink into my hair. Strands of silver that slide over her skin, and she curls her fingers into it, pulling.
Holding her knees open, I part her legs, pushing them apart, her belly rises and falls.
She is shaped formed of softness and curves, soft lines and the smell of femininity that causes my mouth to water.
My tongue settles on either side of her clit, and she gasps, eyes closed to the pleasure.
Our fingers intertwine with my upper hands, and Ione whispers my name again and again as I usher her towards that bliss that we're creating.
My lower eyes close, but the upper pair, pure black, watch as her body undulates, a thin sheen of sweat breaks out on her flesh. She's close, she places her heels on my shoulders and pushes, grounding herself.
"Yes rabbit," I moan against her body, sucking hard on her. "Wet my face, I want to feel how much you want this."
Her grip on my hand tightens. She sucks in a breath, and I prick her clit with my teeth before swirling my tongue while she screams to the heavens.
Her top is discarded quickly, Ione continues to lay there, breathing hard as my mouth moves to her breasts.
Touching, holding, licking, she adores this.
My silent worship of her form. My hands rove over her body, and she trembles beneath me.
She has said before that she quite enjoys when I cover her.
She enjoys the sensation of feeling small, covered, wanted—by me.
Her hands run up and down my chest as I lean over her, my lips sucking on her neck, trailing kisses up her jawline.
My cocks are on her stomach, leaking their fluid onto her skin, creating a pool of stars and shimmer. Ione opens her brown eyes, hands on my face. "Kiss me."
I am more than happy to. Stealing her breath, our tongues collide like nebulas, and I taste, I take, I pull from her mouth everything I want and need.
My lower hands slip under her ass, raising her hips towards my cocks, while the upper caress her neck and face.
With one hand on her throat, squeezing gently, she mewls her pleasure, rubbing her wet slit across the head of my cock.
She is eager, she always is, and I am impatient to give her what she requests.
Her lips are swollen as she pulls away from our kiss. My hand tightens on her throat, and she leans her head back, urging me on. "Ask me for it, rabbit." I growl.
Ione moans as I rub my tip against her. "Please, Athy." She uses my nickname, no one has ever given me one before. That is her right alone.
"Please what?" My hand is replaced with my lips and teeth, I will leave marks. Others will see and know who she belongs to. Gently, I move forward to pierce her, and like the greedy creature she is, Ione pushes down towards me. "No, ask me."
She groans, pushing my chest away from her. "Move."
I listen. See? I can be obedient. She points for me to lay down before straddling my waist, her thighs are spread wide and her flower is open for my perusal.
She is beautiful, Ione plants her hands on my chest, raising her ass in the air as she positions herself.
As my hands come up to her waist she shakes her head.
"One set behind your head, the other flat on the bed." She bites her lower lip, eyes half-lidded as her needy pussy sinks onto the head of my lower cock. "If you touch me," She wiggles her ass, and I obey, keeping my hands where she asked. "I stop."
Admittedly, I thought she might break before me.
How wrong I was. Up and down, she leans forward, taking her pleasure from me.
Side to side, until I'm seated within her, Ione begins to move and I am slowly losing control.
Her hips gyrate, wiggle, and slide back and forth.
Her head leans back and the whine she lets out is the sexiest thing I've ever heard.
My fingers are burning, my palms are beginning to itch.
I need to ground her, one set on her breasts to flick her nipples and the other set to hold her waist, pushing myself into her.
My mouth open, tongue falling out, and as she looks up, she smirks.
"Losing control?" She moans, leaning down to kiss me.
"Nearly," I groan. "I will obey you."
"Good."
I shouldn't have said that. She grabs my wrists and begins to move her waist rhythmically, a few simple motions, but the rhythm is my undoing.
My toes curl, eyes closed as my head digs into the mattress.
Switching her position, she plants her feet on the bed, small hands on my cock, my rabbit bounces up and down, and it is what sends me over.
"There you go," She huffs. "Come for me."
Devilish minx. I can't contain myself, and my seed shoots up her belly, under her chin coating her skin and her insides.
It's not enough for me. She gasps in surprise as I flip us over, her back to my chest. I enter her quickly, and like the vixen she is, Ione arches her back and I sink deeper into her.
Hands on her waist, hand on the bed and one on her throat, I punish her.
"Tell me what you need," I growl into her ear. "Say it."
"You," She pants. "Harder," My force increases. "Just like that."
Between her 'ohhs' and pleas for me to go faster, my vision is beginning to blur again.
"Athy," She's looking for my hand. "Hold me closer."
Onto the bed we fall so I am on my back. My lower hands hold her thighs wide, our hands are clenched together. "Do you love me?" I whisper in her ear. "Tell me again, scream my name and tell me you love me and I will never be parted from you."
If I felt pain like humans did, she'd be hurting my hand. Her nails are digging into me as she speaks. "I love you." She huffs, sucking in a breath as she cries out from her orgasm.
I envelop my Ione in my arms, all four of them as my hips continue to move. My mouth planted against her ear. "I love you too, my treasured one."
She's sleeping again. Naked, the weak winter sun on her back. Her chest rises and falls and something in me understands that she is mine. Maybe…what I've been looking for, searching for, hungering…all this time…is it wrapped in this woman?
I have always existed and could it be that in this moment in the time my brother controls, that my star exists? My consort. I've never taken one, never wanted to, and as I turn and look at her now…I know she is my night. She is my reason…for staying my hand, if I decide to.
Looking back out of the window, I raise my eyebrows in surprise at the white snowflakes coming down. The solstice is two days away. I can feel Chronomir and Luciara moving towards me. Moireth will be close behind them.
Then I notice Ms. Taylor peeking out of her door, she doesn't see me, and so moves to check her mail. I really do need to find something else to do, but as the elderly woman looks up, I wave at her and she crosses herself. I'm not a demon…maybe I should tell her that.
No, Ione will yell at me again.