Collared Ch 02 3

He growled and the remainder of his self control eroded. He leaned over her and crashed his lips against hers.

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'Oh,' she thought. His tongue moved expertly against hers, delving deeply. It was the single most satisfying kiss she had ever received, far from the fumbling of her early crushes. His presence was doing the opposite of clearing her head, his mouth pulling her deeper into a haze.

'At least the pain is gone,' her brain suggested, sluggish. The fiery, piercing pain was cleansed away, and now there was just a raw, smoldering ash on what remained of her skin. His lips fed the warmth, his breath igniting a different kind of burning all over her body. His tongue was now exploring hers, alternating gentle caresses and hungry possession. When she broke away to gasp for breath, he turned his attention to her neck. 'Blerginahsksjsj,' her brain helpfully described the sensation. Blerginahsksjsj, indeed.

He was simultaneously nipping and licking her skin and she arched her back to try and get more stimulation. His apprehension now completely gone into the rut, he grinned lazily against her neck at her response. Laving her collarbone with his tongue, he left a warm trail of saliva until he reached his goal on the other side of her neck. He moved the collar up, first soothing the skin underneath with his tongue. Then he seemed intent on marking her there, staying at one position for several moments until a beautiful hickey blossomed on her skin. She heard someone panting and realized it was her. Somehow she had wrapped her legs around his midsection in the process, forcing him to lean over her on the side of the bed.

Once she had regained enough oxygen, he moved his lips back against hers. Her hands were desperate to feel more of him, fumbling to untuck his shirt from his pants. When the edge of the shirt was finally freed, she slid her palms onto his bare skin. He felt smooth and warm against her fingers, the texture addicting under her questing palms. He groaned into her mouth; it was maybe the sexiest sound she had ever heard. Questioningly, she passed her fingertips against his nipples to see if she could make him make the noise again. He did. His arms passed under her bottom in response, and he hoisted her further on his bed so that he could join her there. Now he was fully on top of her, his lean body parting her spread legs. He ground himself on top of her and she felt something deep in her core wind tighter.

She knew all about sex and erections as a healer, and had definitely explored herself on more than one occasion. The real thing was so, so different from the dry, medical textbooks. And dry definitely did not describe this situation, if her soaked folds were any indication. She realized with belated embarrassment that the fluid must have come from her core and not her bladder as she previously thought. No wonder the men had been so affected by her scent.

He finished the exploration of her mouth and moved south looking for his next conquest. He gave a possessive kiss on her new hickey, darkening it further, and then continued until he was in between her breasts. He expertly shimmied off her dress, helping her discard it from her arms and head. Now she was left in just her shift. His gaze raked over the outline of her breasts against the thin cotton, down to the indentation at the apex of her legs before they met his hips. She felt him twitch intimately against her. She could feel him mentally undressing her before he started making his thoughts a reality.

Tenderly, his fingers touched the base of her shift. He pulled it sensuously off of her, exposing her from the bottom up. The hem was damp around her crotch, and it gave an exquisite pressure as it lifted from the wetness there. Inch by inch, he uncovered her completely to his ravenous eyes. After the slip too was discarded, she was completely naked to his gaze. He smiled at her now, his eyes dark and dangerous.

Retracing his steps to continue where he left off, his lips returned to her chest. He branched off to the left breast first. He kissed thoroughly all around the pebbled peak, before latching the nipple securely into his mouth. She waited to see if her brain would supply any more words of wisdom to describe the situation; it did not. It seemed to have also melted under his talented mouth and could no longer form any words, coherent or otherwise. Well, it wasn't like she needed to record this in writing somewhere anyway, though perhaps she ought to start a diary to -

oh

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His fingers had found her right nipple. The double stimulation was overwhelming, and heightened further when he swapped nipples with his mouth. The cooling of her left nipple against the heat of her right was sending her body into delectable confusion. She felt more slick rush out of her, and ground herself against him in need. Had she been in her right mind she would have been embarrassed at her wanton movements. She was completely naked while he remained fully clothed, and here she was rubbing her needy core all over his tailored pants. He didn't seem to mind though, if his increased suction on her nipple was any indication. She petulantly pulled on his shirt, trying to even the playing field. He graciously let go of her nipple with a loud plop and allowed her to bring the shirt over his head, before resuming his lavishment on her chest. She noted she had a matching hickey on that breast now too. Lovely. Well, two could play that game.

She touched his chest and encouraged him up her body to kiss her again, a request he readily accepted. After soundly exploring his mouth, she trailed kisses down his long neck. 'Was everything about him just long?' she wondered. She found the junction of his neck and shoulder, and began alternating earnest suction with kisses. She added a little teeth when she realized he liked that. He hummed in contentment as she did this, seemingly enjoying the counter mark. When the skin was sufficiently mottled to her standards, she leaned back to admire her work.

"Satisfied?" He drawled, one eyebrow arched in question.

"No," she responded peevishly.

"Good." And he resumed his takeover of her breasts. After they were ravished to his satisfaction, he kissed down her belly, making sure to lick inside her belly button along the way. She squirmed, ticklish. She could see him filing that fact for later, but continued his path down to her impatiently waiting folds.

He kissed her clitoris first as an apology for keeping her waiting. She almost levitated off the bed with the contact. Flying high, her body felt weightless as he started worshipping her cunt with his full attention. He tried numerous different flicks against her nub until he found the pressure and position she liked best. She moaned and writhed against his mouth during his examination. His mouth smirked, pleased. He rewarded her with the passage of a calloused finger into a very slick passage. She clenched reflexively around him, then started grinding against it. She needed more. He added another one, as if reading her thoughts. Though judging by his smug smile she might have just said it aloud. The friction was delicious as he pumped them back and forth, and she felt her core tightening in anticipation. He doubled his oral efforts and she found herself marched to the brink of an impending orgasm. With the addition of a third finger in her tight canal, she suddenly found herself falling, falling, falling, her core tightening and then releasing into a toe curling, quiet shrieking, immensely satisfying orgasm. She lay back, spent.

He crawled back up and kissed her again, letting her taste her musk on his tongue. His kisses mixed with the taste of herself rekindled her desire. She pushed up and tried turning him so he was on his back. His body was like an immovable rock and barely shifted. She tried turning him again with as much strength as she could muster with the same result. He seemed amused at her efforts though and laid back for her.

Too distracted by the site of his bare chest to be truly annoyed, Avi kissed down his sternum. She found that he liked having his nipples licked as well, and took joy in making him groan again with her questing tongue. He had a few scars across his pectorals and his abdomen; her tongue traced the outlines, silently questioning him about their past. He didn't answer her unspoken inquiry, though his eyes closed when he felt her gentle touch. She found the trail of hair under his navel, and kissed it slowly and dramatically down to the top of his belt.

"You'll be the death of me," he said simply, opening his eyes to gaze at her wonderingly. She unbuckled the belt in response. His fingers came to aid her in removing his pants, lifting his hips so they could be slid off completely. The masculine scent of him was stronger now. She hooked her fingers into his underpants and pulled, his erection completely bare to her eyes. She licked her lips, and his eyes caught every movement. Maintaining eye contact, she lowered her mouth to his penis, giving a long, indulging lick from the base to the tip. Everything was long about him as it turned out. He groaned again and he threw his head back against the bed. Taking this as encouragement, she continued bathing his cock with her warm, wet tongue. Once she had neglected the head long enough and she could see him straining for it to enter her mouth, she took pity. In one movement she took the whole thing as deep into her mouth as she could manage. He swore. She hummed and licked the underside with her tongue. He thrust up into her mouth, trying to reach deeper. She bobbed her head, building up a steady rhythm. When she could taste his precum and feel him thrusting deeper and deeper with each pass into her mouth, he suddenly put his hand on her head and stilled her movements.

"No. I wanna come inside you." With a burst of energy he suddenly flipped them over so he was on top. He grabbed her wrists with one hand and pinned them above her head. His knee kicked her legs open, and his questing fingers confirmed she was still soaked. He nudged the tip of his cock until it was parting her folds, and she felt the tip now spearing her open.

So this was sex. The head slipped in easily, her walls yielding to his insistent entry. She read that the first time could hurt, but she was so aroused that her fluids eased his gentle intrusion. His mouth was beside her ear the entire time, whispering gentle praise as she accepted him fully. Soon he was able to bottom out inside her. He breathed heavily and rolled his hips once, then twice. She shifted her hips, half in pleasure and wanting more, half in discomfort at the new feeling of something deep inside her. Then he started moving. She gasped, a deeper, more intense burn starting to build inside. He picked up his rhythm, moving all the way out before snapping back and bottoming out inside her. On every deep thrust, he ground his pelvis against hers, catching her clitoris in between them. She clung to his shoulders, trying to endure the overwhelming wave of sensations coming back to her brain.

So this was sex.

Each thrust pushed her further towards a new peak. Her body felt like a newly hammered wire, fresh from the fire and forced to coil around a spool. He could feel her tightening, could see her eyes glazing over as her nails sought purchase in his back. He resumed his rough kisses on her neck and she shuddered beneath him, clenching more on his length. He exhaled sharply - she was already so tight. He brought his hand between their bodies and rubbed her tender nub. She closed her eyes at the added sensation and felt everything close in around her tighter and tighter, before erupting in blissful release. She whimpered as she came, rigid in his arms. He dropped his head against hers and followed, her pussy milking him into his own shattering orgasm. He lay panting against her in the aftermath, showering her forehead with soft kisses. She murmured nonsensically and snuggled against him. He laughed and pulled out of her. She found she liked the sound - it didn't seem to be one he made often. Then bringing his covers over them both, he wrapped his arms around her, his mouth against her hair. They fell asleep like that, their limbs intertwined.

They weren't sure who woke up initially the next time. But it became a pattern: the one who regained consciousness first would kiss, stroke, or wiggle against the other. This would intensify until the whole process started all over again. Avi had a very expedited though thorough sexual education from the experience. She tried all the positions she had heard about, and then many that she didn't. She even surprised herself at how flexible she was. Her body felt insatiable, a constant itch inside that started soon after they disconnected. It would build and build, relieved only by their next coupling. Resmond seemed just as eager each time, satisfied only when he was buried deep within her.

Occasionally, he would get up and obtain some food from the servants, but otherwise they were left largely alone. He tried to get her to eat and drink, but that wasn't the sustenance that her body craved. She started to acquiesce to a glass of water or a few bites of food when she found that afterwards he was happier to engage her. It was two days before they felt the compulsion start to lessen. They could lay now in between sessions and catch their breaths. When she looked into his eyes now, she could start to see a ring of light golden brown around his blown irises. She was starting to feel the strain on her body - a tenderness in her swollen nipples and core. It was late in the night on the second day/early morning of the third that they felt more sane.

She was lying on top of him, catching her breath after another orgasm. She had found that he liked to watch her writhe on top of him, her legs splayed wide around his shaft. 'Easy access' he had explained, his large hands cupping her breasts as he watched her movement. Now they were both more sedate, her pheromones mostly burned through her system.

He eyed her neck morosely as he leaned against his pillows, already starting to transition back into his usual self. He placed his hands on her shoulders and rubbed her thin arms. Just a few hours ago she would have nuzzled his hands, maybe nipped lightly at his wrist. Now she was starting to feel more achy and a bit awkward, not entirely sure how to act around him. She shifted, feeling him softening inside her as some of their combined fluids leaked out. He swept her hair away from her left shoulder, exposing the once smooth column of her neck. Her hair felt sticky, a combination of their fluids leaving a crusty residue. His hands stilled at the collar, and then gently, reverently, he moved it out of the way to expose the junction of her neck and shoulder.

"I might have to claim you," he sighed, sweeping the pad of his thumb against her neck, feeling her pulse. She stilled. Claiming was...permanent. Her essence would be linked to his for the rest of her life. She would belong to him, body and soul. Wouldn't be able to find another mate of her choosing, never have a child by another. She wasn't sure she wanted to be bound to someone she had just met for the second time two and a half days ago, hot pheromone-driven sex notwithstanding. Though she could now pick his body out of a line up, she didn't know anything useful about him. For all she knew he was a serial killer - probably was, if his reputation were to be believed. She eyed him warily, feeling more than ever like a caged animal, collared for his enjoyment. He flinched at her expression.

"Otherwise, I know King Joren will demand you for his harems." An Elsar, the first time in 75 years... of course. The king would likely even take her in her next heat, perhaps even share her. Might lend her out to important people as a gift, make her feature as some kind of pet in his court. In her mind's eye she saw the remainder of her life there: her body passed around, maybe forced to breed to see if they could create more Elsar. Her children distributed as trophies to his loyalists. Perhaps when she was old and no longer able to bear children, they would give her to the Alchemists. She shuddered thinking about it. She could understand now why her mother had kept this secret, even from her. She steeled herself and met his conflicted gaze.

He had been kind, even considerate to her so far. Dismissed his guard when they had turned on her, tried to leave her safe and alone in his rooms. Had forced her to eat and drink until he was satisfied she wouldn't become dehydrated. Made sure she reached her pleasure every time. Surprisingly she felt...safe in his presence. She was used to making pragmatic decisions and this was no different. Leaning forward, she offered her neck to him, head tilted to expose the juncture completely. "Do it."

He groaned, and she felt his cock spring to life inside her. He leaned forward and kissed her thoroughly, then trailed his lips to her neck. With a last glance at her eyes for reassurance, he bit down at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Hard. She could feel blood, warm and sticky where his teeth had pierced her skin. Pleasure and pain exploded behind her eyes. She felt both too big and too small for her skin, like just her body wasn't enough anymore. She could feel his presence becoming a part of her, joined in two places.

He removed his mouth off of her and gently lapped at her new wound. Her essence was emanating out of her like a second birth. Suddenly the room was filled with color. She could see a deep blue expanding from him, filling the entire chamber and extending past the walls. Strings of purple fire layered the doors and walls forming an intricate net around the room. Maybe the mating bite changed her vision? Everywhere she could see was saturated with the blue light, filtering around like they were underwater. She gawked as she looked around. Inside her ribcage she could feel a new strand wriggling, spanning from her heart to his. Both of them touched their chests at the same time, feeling the new connection. Their eyes met, green to golden brown.

The claiming was complete.