**Note from Sabs**
Hey guys, this is my second ever post here. I took some of the feedback I got from the first post and hope that this one came out clearer. Most of what I write comes from a larger story, and this one is no different.
So to just quickly fill you in, the main characters here are Asher (the God of Hunt and Fire) and Raine (your average kitsune woman).
I'd really appreciate more feedback and any advice. Thanks a bunch for reading.
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Her ass was sore. That was the most annoying part. They had been riding for most of the day now and Raine wanted out of the saddle. She fidgeted, growing impatient with every hour that passed, but Asher had been unrelenting. It was for her safety, he had said, but she already felt safe.
An arm wrapped around her middle and his voice growled in her ear, "Keep squirming and I'll give you a reason to."
He was warning her, she knew that, but it wasn't working. "Don't make empty threats to me, boyo, I won't buy them." Her tail flicked in annoyance. She was 'really' tired of being in the saddle.
At least he could say he tried. Asher pressed into her from behind, and a shiver went up Raines spine. Maybe it wasn't an empty threat after all.
The kitsune reached behind her, feeling for him. When her palm pressed against his length she heard his breath hitch. Knowing she could make him crave her touch and attentions gave her a power she didn't know she wanted.
She stroked him as they rode, her fingers curled around what she could of him through the fabric. Now and then she felt him pulsate and twitch and she knew without looking that glint in his gray eyes would be there.
His hand wandered down her stomach and over her hips. He returned the affection, cupping her sex and pressing his fingers against the clothing between their skin. As the horse walked on the pressure changed and shifted. It wasn't enough for either of them. They would drive each other mad like this. She had begun to squirm again, her hips pressing into his touch, begging for more. "Asher..."
That tone killed him. Every time his name left her lips like that he would have given her all this realm had to offer if she'd asked. But she never wanted more of anything but him. He struggled with himself, "We can't stop..." she was a target now, and he was not about to put her in harm's way for the sake of sinking himself into her.
His fingers pressed harder when she let out a pitying whine. But Gods, it was tempting. He went to work undoing her pants, when the fabric around her hips loosened his hand found it's way inside. The new sound was not so disappointing. She was hot and moist already, their mutual teasing setting her up for more. His fingers slid between her folds and parted her. Stroking her lips he teased but did not enter her and she arched into him, silently begging. Her hand had stopped stroking him and his disappointment came second only to his need to finish her. He would be left wanting, but she wouldn't.
After several more minutes of him refusing to give her more he plunged a finger inside without warning. Raine jolted back into him, the surprise welcomed. "More... Asher, please..." he obliged her request and slid another in with the first, then a third.
He let his fingers fuck her slowly, drawing out the fire within her and letting it build until it threatened to consume them both. This was what she liked most, the torment before the fall. And he would give it to her as many times as she needed to satisfy the hunger that consumed her in those moments.
Raine let him lead her close over and over again, his fingers working her until she was slick with need. Each time he brought her to the edge he backed off, leaving her panting in frustration. "Asher-"
"We can't." He knew what she wanted, and he wanted it too. His voice must have given him away, the gravely tone informing her just how badly he regretted that decision. Raine grabbed his arm and pulled, drawing his fingers out of her. The silver haired man tried to slip back into her clothes but she wouldn't let him. "Woman." There was that warning growl again.
"Let me change clothes." He made a noise in his throat, "That's all, just let me change." She begged.
The horses snorted, tossing its head when Asher pulled up hard on the reins. He let the woman slide off and dig in the packs, pulling out a skirt. His steely gaze never wandered from her as she stripped her lower half bare and slipped into the new article of clothing. True to her word she packed her pants away and let him pull her back up in front of him.
He clicked his tongue and they continued on. "What was the point of that?" It hadn't taken much time, but it had hurt to see what he craved and not take it.
"You said we couldn't stop..."
"I did."
"Now we don't have to..." she waited for him to process what she was implying but he seemed to need a push. She wiggled her ass, grinding into him and making him groan as she drew her skirts up and leaned forward over the horses shoulders.
He couldn't see much past her fox tail, but he knew she was bare. Bare, wet, and ready. It clicked. He cursed and the kitsune chuckled. She had no business offering him these things so willingly. "You won't let us stop long enough to take me... So I'm not asking you to stop at all..."
She still hadn't lowered herself back down to sit and he pushed her tail aside to grab her from behind. She didn't deserve such poor treatment, she was better than a dirty fuck in the saddle. But here she was, offering it to him and making his dilemma so simple to solve.
And he was weak. Asher removed his hand and set to work freeing himself. His length sprung forth and his tip pressed against her ass. She adjusted for him, and he held himself steady at her lips so she could lower herself onto him. Both of them sighed in relief.
Raine let her skirts fall again, hiding them from the rare eyes that might find them. She braced her hands against the saddle horn, using it to balance as she rose and fell, the thrusts shallow. It was enough for now.
Asher let the horse choose its own path, the jostling forcing him into her harder occasionally. When that happened her back stiffened and the man knew she wanted more of what she couldn't have. Or could she?
He wrapped the reins around the horn, "Tell him to keep following the sun." She did as he bade, confused. Now that his hands were free, though, their options expanded.
He grabbed Raine by the hips and lifted her until he nearly pulled out, she flailed, clinging to the horses mane in surprise. He brought her down hard, forcing a gasp out of them both. The horse snorted in protest as the two on his back kept moving.
Asher continued to lift her up to fuck her, she had learned his energy had very few limits, and when it came to pairing with her it was endless. Each hard thrust pressed him against her cervix, the pressure building. She grasped at his hands, his name on the tip of her tongue a second too late. She had tried to warn him of the coming flood and failed.
He growled as she tightened around him, her walls pulsating in pleasure and he buried himself in her over and over to keep it going. He felt her orgasm leak out with each retreat, her juices just spurring him on for more. Since the first time he had pulled it from her she had always been embarrassed of how her pleasure manifested. He knew she would be red, even as her eyes clouded with lust as the orgasm took her away with it.
Their skin made wet sounds as he took her. Each successfully deep thrust drew a gasp or moan out of her, his own pleasure subdued from being vocalized by the thread of willpower he had left. He wanted the release, he wanted to bury himself deep and give her the essence of himself she would soon be begging for.
She was his weakness... A God who had none before now, found her existence instrumental to his own soul. And their mutual pleasure was just one of the many things he had come to fiercely want to protect.
