Last day of winter gave off the brightest moon. Hanging in the dark sky, round and full shining it's reflection on the ever moving water. The sounds of waves were accompanied by the operatic heavy metal music from the truck radio playing low. Secluded spot on the beach surrounded by the wild forest of palm trees and bushes. Heavy scent of cannabis canopied in a thick plume over head of the cabin of the truck. Her hand was soft along the back of the arm she used to brace herself, while drawing in closer to his mouth. Faint scent of perfume tickled his nose when she barely pressed her lips against his own; breath of smoke was exhaled from her body; he breathed in the smoke, completing a shotgun. Sitting back in the driver seat, lung full of weed, he began to shake from holding it a little more than he normally did.
His hand covered the edges of his mouth, coughing from denying fresh air into his respiratory tract. Her laugh was throaty sound mixing in with his coughing. Offering a bottle of water, he gratefully took it in hand once his coughing fit had subsided. Their fingers brushing casually as she passed him the bottle. He took in the refreshing water into his parched throat. Plastic crunched under the weight of his hand when he finally set the empty thing down in a cup holder.
"Feeling better?" She asked, moving her hand along the length of his beard. A habit she had formed over time when they got stoned. "Yeah..." The one word answer was like gravel to the ears. He felt like he had swallowed rocks. The weed had given him a bad case of dry mouth, that seemed no amount of water could cure. Her fanged smile was caught in his peripheral vision. Glancing to look at the company of the female he shared. She was a Nephalem; a supernatural creature. They were common these days, after the great wars; humans and Nephalem began to live alongside each other. This was over one thousand years ago. Some humans still held prejudice towards Nephalem. It was so long ago; he wondered why bother hating something he found rather attractive. He had met her through friends of friends, and after a few parties they began to do this ritual. At first it was five of them, they would meet up at the spot and smoke weed. After a while some stopped coming over, before he realised it; it was just he and she smoking.
"Always cute when you cough like that." She commented, eyes focused on her fingertips as they twisted the ends of his thick beard. Buzz of the weed and the enclosed space between them made him more aware of how close she was. Her hair was not a human shade of red, it was more of spun stains of satin fire. Caressing the curve of her cheeks and neckline. Waves of satin fire rolled down her back, stopping mid way down her curved spine. One of the few traits that marked her as a nephalem. Second trait were her fangs, human teeth yet her k-9 and laterals were sharper than a human's. Two traits he found utterly irresistible. She was in such proximity, he could make out the way the edges of the black thigh high socks she wore, dug into the thickness of her legs, leaving minor creases on her otherwise fair complexion. Small impressions that begged for fingers to touch. The little skin exposed between the flared black shirt and socks was an oasis in the desert.
Distracted by the skin of her naked thighs, inching closer to his face, he was caught by surprise when she shifted her tiny form between the front seats. "What are you doing, Blaise?" His voice was still rough when he spoke. "It's bigger back here..." She said as a way of an explanation as to why she was currently giving him a full view of her backside, chuckling as she added "that's what she said" after her comment. He did not fail to catch the fact she wore nothing underneath the short skirt. Her pussy lips were plump, glistening in what he could tell was her juices. He savored the glimpse of that work of art that she had shown him while struggling to crawl to the rear of his truck cabin. He had transformed the back seats into a larger one seat for better relaxation when he camped. Turning to watch her land in the middle with a giggle, a hand moved in the dim lighting reaching out for him. "Come join me..." She called out from her place in the darker part of his truck.
Blaise let out a small sound, covering her eyes with the same hand she had offered him. "Ugh! Ass!" she commented when he opened the driver door to climb to the back cab without crawling through the seats the way she had. Her cry of surprise had been from the over head light coming on and blinding her vision. After a set of doors closing, he was once more joining her in the truck. Lifting a set of fingers to peek between the digits to gauge the safeness for her eyes. When she decided the light had dimmed enough, did she lower her hand. He watched her actions and chuckled. She was the strangest of the Nephalem he knew. Her eyes turned at his chuckle, a brow rose slowly in wonder. "What's so funny, Gray?" Questioning the man next to her. He shook his head and smiled a little wider. "Nothing." He said as an answer. One she was not accepting it seemed.
Blaise, rose from her spot of the back seat sliding her leg across his lap. He moved a little so she wouldn't get her knee stuck between the door and his body. "What's so funny?" She asked him again. He smiled crookedly watching her body shift to land squarely on his lap. Her sex matched up with the growing bulge in his jeans. Warm hands travelled along the skin of his arms. She pressed herself harder against him. The smile wavered at the only lifted edge. "Hmmm...?" She pushed the question in a more sultry sound of a moan.
