"Yet I would still yield," he said gently.
A torrent of feeling passed between us.
Adoration. Trepidation. Deep unanswered longing. As huge and complex as a galaxy.
And for the first time I knew that just as I sensed his emotions, he could feel mine too. And there could be no denial or withheld affection on my part any longer. I released his arm and offered a hand to help him from the ground.
His expression was dazed, uncertain. He stared at my hand.
"I would yield to you too," I said quietly. I implored him to take my hand again.
He smiled faintly, then wrapped his enormous hand around mine and pulled me down onto his body in the sand. I gasped. Oh the feel of him. The heat of his body beneath mine. The reverberation of his heartbeat in a chest that was pressed so closely to mine. I rose and fell with his shaken breath. His fingers were tangled in my damp hair, smoothing and curling it indecisively.
I closed my eyes. Hesitating now, knowing that once this was begun, it could not be stopped. It was already begun. I drank in every tactile, transient detail of the moment. The herbal fragrance of the fabric of his tunic, the less definable scent of his clean skin. The way his breath calmed, but his heartbeat refused. The back of his hand, so tentatively running down my hot cheek. And the open connection that filled any space there had ever been between us. His disbelief slowly ebbing away as he trusted the conviction in my heart. My practiced confession made without a word.
I heard the rains drawing nearer. I opened my eyes to find his softly shut. I took a deep breath, and lightly brushed my thumb across his bottom lip. His eyes stayed closed as I moved my face closer to his. I held back, just a little longer. Then surrendered, absolutely, to kissing him.
Lazuren's kiss came back to me with unforgettable fierceness. I wrapped my arms about his neck, clinging tightly to him. The storm rolled over our heads again and we kissed in the downpour. The water gushed over our faces as our tongues flickered back and forth. The sky darkened. His mighty arms wrapped around me, cinching me against his muscular body. My desire was ignited. I wanted everything from him. I wanted to give everything to him.
The kiss was it's own storm. Swelling and surging. Our hunger for one another could only be fed with more hunger.
I sat back, breaking our kiss, but securing us firmly at our hips. I could feel the heat and the form of him growing beneath his cloth. My hands went straight to the ties of my now drenched silk robe. I discarded it quickly, throwing it carelessly into the wind. He pulled me back into the eye of the kiss. Pushed his loins against mine, still shielded by the damp fabric of my nightdress. The reminder of the power that was coiled there left me breathless.
Then I was grasping at my nightgown, peeling the sodden dress from my limbs.
My skin crackled with the white fire that I would never again doubt the meaning of. The little flames raced erratically over my skin, sweeping over my breast at one time and dancing against my thigh at another. Lazuren scraped his lips along the fire wherever it led him, catching the flames in his mouth as readily as I had caught the rainwater.
His tongue flickered over my nipple. Pleasure radiated through my body and I moaned.
"I have missed that sound," my Prince growled delightedly.
He put his mouth to my other breast and I made the same call for him again.
My hands tugged uselessly against his tunic, grasping tightly at the fabric but finding no buttons or ties. He laughed lightly, before guiding my desperate fingertips to the fastenings between his wings. I undressed him hastily, eager to press as much of my bare skin against his as soon as I could.
Free of his clothing, I could once again admire the jewel-blue body of perfect muscles and delicate scar patterns that was hidden beneath. His skin gleamed as the rain slipping over his torso caught the light. I lay upon him, my breasts flat against his chest. The cold points of his piercings against heat of his body were invigorating. I raked my fingers over his arms and ribs, wanting my senses to take in every facet of him, even in knowing that they could not.
My fingers reached his hips and I grew strangely nervous. I knew what I wanted to do, but was not certain of how to do it. I traced the line that ran diagonally across his form until my fingertips met the gold ring that sat at the base of his superior manhood.
He chuckled knowingly, sensing the shyness I thought I had entirely overcome. With flushed cheeks, I made my attempt, brushing the palm of my hand lightly over his hardening cock. It was a mystifying entity. Such a powerful and potent thing, yet so silken to the touch.
Uncertain, I moved to withdraw my hand. But Lazuren wrapped his own great blue hand about my small pale one, and pressed my grip more tightly around his rod.
"Don't be afraid," he soothed, "Follow your instincts,"
He flicked his tongue lazily against my earlobe as he guided my hand in pleasuring him. They were slow strokes, deliberate and firm. I felt him growing larger in my grasp, thickening and twitching. My own fires rippled with every shudder of his excitement.
He let go of my hand.
"Keep going," he whispered in my ear, before setting his gaze on my task.
His cock was now unwieldy in my hand, just a little too thick for my fingertips to meet my thumb and growing longer with it. I set both hands upon it to keep my action steady. Even with two nervous hands wrapped about his base, the head of his cock remained exposed, golden precum glittering on his tip.
As I worked my arms I was soon gasping for breath, breasts lifting and falling as I panted. His breath was deep and satisfied as he lay back in the warm sands. Tired of so much effort, I found myself moving my body lower, bringing my face level with his organ.
With lips that sparkled with white-hot fire, I set my mouth against his tip. The tang of seawater against the musk of his skin. His taste triggered heady memories. I was another girl then, buffeted by storms over which I had no dominion. Yet this moment now was dizzying and new also.
He groaned softly, his big hand clasping loosely at my cheek.
I pushed my lips up his length, the silky underside of his cock running along my tongue. Now I held sway over everything that I desired. He trembled in my mouth; helpless and enraptured. Each nervous pulse fed my growing ego. I brought him as deep into my mouth as I could manage - releasing him only when I grew breathless.
I gasped - but no sooner had I tasted air was I snatching him between my lips again, sucking devotedly, drawing the beading droplets of gold down my throat. His hips bowed upwards, thrusting himself deeper - but with two hands placed on his upper thighs I cast him a warning look. He sank obediently away, with that knowing grin that I had come to so utterly adore.
My hands curled around his hipbones, I licked and kissed the swollen head of his manhood, before sliding my stretched lips partway down his length. I built a rhythm, moving my wet mouth easily back and fourth. I felt the tension in his body as he restrained himself from fucking my open mouth, and felt deliciously torn between the elation of being so well obeyed and the dark longing to simply allow him to abandon his control.
I sucked upon him slowly and deeply, my hands now wrapping carefully around his warm, heavy sacks. Squeezing tentatively, my fingers explored the delicate, textured skin. His body was so different from mine in so many extreme ways. His enormous wings. His azure skin. Yet it was in these smaller, more intimate details of his male body that I found the most fascination.
Lazuren took a sharp breath.
My fingertip had traced his rim.
I was a little skittish as to how to proceed, but Lazuren's dulcet voice bade that I continue, and so, with care, I did. Finding the edges of his centre with my fingertips while the palm of my hand cupped his scrota - where my mouth lingered.
I pressed my finger the smallest way inside him. He has hot within, but resistant. I inched my mouth towards his rim, working to moisten him where the rain did not touch. My exploration reached a little deeper. He shifted, surprised by my persistence rather than perturbed by it.
His cock quivered, bumping against my cheek as I laboured beneath it. I felt his pleasure threatening to flood him, and while part of me was eager to welcome the waves; another part of me held more selfish desires.
I pulled away from him, delighted with his expression of helplessness as I did so.
"Don't leave me alone," he appealed. I ran my tongue across the ripple of his abdominals, then lay indulgently across his muscular body.
"As if I would again," I told him, sealing the words into a promise against his neck.
His thick, needing cock was pressed urgently between my legs. I pressed my fever-hot mound back against him - smearing paradoxical flame and cream upon his twitching cock. That little prang of pleasure that grasped my clit with each grind of my hips urging me on... that sweet moment where the slippery motion became almost a burn. With the heat of his whole body spread luxuriously beneath me, that raw, grinding contact might have been enough on its own...
I'll never know. For he seized me about my waist with those huge hands - with those wide palms and thick fingers with their gold rings - and lifted me up into the air. I hung there. As if suspended. Unsure as to whether it was by my will or his, I giggled as he stood. He smiled, savouring the image of my nude body, now laid back in mid-air as if reclining upon a bed with knees hanging over the edge. My hair hung straight down, a dishevelled waterfall of blonde.
