[M] Four Seasons in one day

The whole way, she had been able to fight the urge, but as they neared the castle and the streets became more vacant, she finally allowed herself some affection. Letting her hand slide down the arm she had been holding, finding his hands and intertwining their fingers. They were clearly in a different part of town now. Most of the business and life within Lythrania was found in the center. Aniu had noticed that ever since the royal family had left the former capital, their old home wasn't as frequently visited by both high born and common people. And though still magnificent and beautiful, the castle seemed more empty than ever to the young Vylasar. Once it was the home to Lemuria's court. Hundreds if not thousands of high born and their servants. Now it was the ruling centre and the home of the Vylasars. It just didn't have that same awe it once struck in Aniu.

At a corner, looking out over castle and it's front courtyard, she stopped Therion by softly turning him to her by his hand. She granted him a soft smile, though she wasn't able to hide the nerves that started pulling on her as they came closer to their destination. "Are you sure you don't want to sneak through the back-door? It's really easy, the guards won't even notice." She had been so confident before they left for Vylasar estate, which was her plan. She wasn't afraid of her family, but as she looked at Therion, clearly not sober still, it did made her worry grow. All she wanted was to just get him inside, without fuss.    


& Therion

Her smile lingered longer as he kissed her hand, awakening a pure look of love in her eyes. How many of her admirers would kill for a look like that? Sadly for them, that look was reserved for one man alone. She averted her eyes, though, when he caught on to her nervousness. About you? Never," she teased him back. "Maybe about this plan? Cousin Aurelia has doubled the guards for some reason." Aniu glanced over at the castle, where a couple of guards were on duty. "I believe it has something to do with my sister's fiancé and Aurelia's son." She turned her eyes back to the Rizal and nodded. "I think it is." As she locked eyes with the man, her gaze softened again, pushing a lock of his brown hair out of his handsome face, after which her fingers remained a little longer on his cheek. "Just this once." She didn't intend to sneak around with Therion forever. It was the opposite of what she wanted. Her heart said to just go inside and tell her family that she belonged with him, and they just had to accept it. But her mind knew that wasn't going to work. He had a good point before. This wasn't the best time to introduce him in his current state. And since that wasn't the purpose of them going to the castle in the first place, she was okay with sneaking him inside this time. The fact that he trusted her judgment on it did her good, though. She quickly kissed him on the cheek before she took him by the hand again. "This way."

The backdoor was more like a tall metal gate, leading to the backyards, hidden within a small alley-like area, covered with the peculiar vines of Lythrania flora. Even now, there were no guards. The triumphant smile on her face faded soon, however, when she tried to push the old thing open. "Shit, locked.." She looked at the gate and then at Therion with a playful grin. "I guess we have to climb over." She was joking, of course, as if she would let him do that in his current state. And she wasn't really planning on ripping her dress either. The sorceress turned her attention to the tall old wall, covered in overgrown foliage, and felt along the wall with her hands in between the vines. "As kids.." she started quietly as she felt around, rustling through the leaves. "Ezriel and I used to sneak out all the time, through here. I wonder..." She pulled on some vines with some difficulty and opened it up a bit, revealing a small bit of the wall behind it. "Bingo." Over time, bits and pieces had been crumbling underneath those growing vines, and a couple meters down the wall, an opening had been made. Probably by Ezriel as a young boy, since he was the one who showed her the hole. She turned towards Therion, a cheeky smile playing on her face. "Told you I knew this place like the back of my hand." She collected the skirt part of her dress, making sure it wouldn't get stuck on the rough wall. "I'll go through first and make some room on the other side. It's probably overgrown on that side as well." Before he could say anything, she had already disappeared through the hole. She barely fit now, suddenly realizing how much she had grown since the last time she used this way through the wall. Soft grunts left her lips as she struggled a bit to get through. The other side was surprisingly open around the hole, with a waterfall of vines hiding it mostly from view. "Come on," sticking her hand through the hole to help Therion.


& Therion

Crawling through that hole had been such a regular thing for her and Ezriel. Even if it was just to hide from the private tutors or servants, bothering them with chores or lessons. Or even a simple game of hide-and-seek. They had countless conversations in the evening hours by that wall. It was their escape. Their secret. And something in her felt like she betrayed that secret and Ezriel by leading Therion through here. Even now, she could see the small carvings, alongside the brittle sides of the hole. Her fingers slid over them as she moved through. "Ez" and "Ani" were among the majority. Some were clearly older than others. But all from at least a decade ago. She couldn't help but smile at those memories as she pushed through. Almost feeling like she went through a portal to her past.

Once on the other side, though, she quickly refocused on the only one important to her now. Hoping he wouldn't see those carvings on his way through. She had noticed the hint of worry in his voice before she went through, giving him a sweet smile and mumbling something about "Done this hundreds of times." before disappearing from view. This was everything but ideal, but it was the only thing she could think of, without alerting certain people she didn't want to alert. For a split second, Aniu felt a panic spread through her body when he didn't grab her hand, thinking for a moment that he might've wandered off, before she saw him squat down and crawl through. She helped him through, covering that one pointy rock at the top with her hand so he wouldn't hit his head. Chuckling at his comment as they got back up. "Oh you poor old man, breaking your back and knees, all for some loving from your young girlfriend." she teased him, wrapping her arms around his waist as she looked up at him with a big grin. She then nodded with a smile, gently pushing him against the wall with his back. "Just this once." Now that they finally had a little privacy again, hidden underneath the vines, she took her chance, unable to hold back any longer. She grabbed the necklaces around his neck, pulling him closer, hungry for his lips. Standing on her tippy toes so she could reach them with a sweet and gentle kiss, pinning the man between herself and the wall. Enjoying that moment of teasing dominance, seeing how far he'd let her go.  


& Therion

Just because she called herself his girlfriend didn't mean that she wasn't completely on cloud nine when he used that word for her. Yes, she liked the sound of that. Even if it was in a teasing manner. Sticking out her tongue in response to his words. She loved to bring out that childlike sparkle in his eyes, though she had a slight suspicion that his current sleep deprived and intoxicated state were the biggest culprits for that. Her smile widened as she crunched her nose a bit. "Yeah she is." She playfully agreed, though there was a more sensual undertone in her soft voice. It was then that she realized how alone they were since she found him in the drugs den. How there wasn't anything that could prevent her from giving in to the urge and longing for his touch. His lips. His fingers. All of him. The fluttering feelings of love and lust pulsed under her skin. He barely finished his sentence before she had to have those lips. Taking them for once. With half a mind, she expected him to grab her and take over, as he always did. Which she always loved. He could fire her up like no other. That feeling of being wanted was heavenly. But this time, she felt the need to make him feel that way.  For once, she wanted him to give up control, if only for a moment. And surprisingly enough, he let her. It sparked something new and exciting in her, and she immediately knew she would attempt this again. She barely asked permission to explore their kiss deeper, teasingly sucking his bottom lip between hers. For a moment, those lips, and everything behind those doors of breath, were hers and hers alone. Her fingers, still wrapped around his necklaces, wanted to explore too. Every inch if she could. All over again, but from a new leading lady perspective. Oeh, how she wanted to experience that. But the other half of her mind knew they couldn't indulge too much in this private moment. She knew that this wasn't the right time. Therion needed care, and not the kind her body wanted to give him, unfortunately. She could wait, she just had to. Still, there was disappointment in her voice when she chose wisdom over instinct. "We should stop." She panted a bit, her body already reacting to his. As she seemed to struggle to actually stop, a smile played on her face. Sensually pressing her lips on his one moment more before she completely broke away. "You need to rest, love. My room is not far from here."  


& Therion

She had to take a couple seconds to cool down again, as the lingering heat of their kiss still simmered on her lips, hands, and skin. From her neck, where he had grabbed her in a passionate embrace, all the way down her spine, leaving electrifying tingles hungry for more. She almost gave in again in response to his growl and love bite. "Me neither." She almost whispered against his lips, her voice still breathy and somewhat raspy, clearly still very much under his spell. "But we have to." She pushed herself off of him before he would change her mind with just a look. Clearing her throat while she let her fingers glide through her messy hair, repairing any damage Therion's eager hands had done to it. Imagine if she walked into any of her family members now. She glanced over and chuckled, rather impressed with her own skills. She had managed to almost completely unbutton his shirt already. With a cheeky smile, she helped him button up again. "And, for your information, you," quickly stealing one last kiss as she buttoned his final button, "Are not old." Intertwining fingers with his as she grabbed his hand again, leading him from underneath their private hiding spot into the gardens of the castle. Just as she suspected, there was nobody around at this time of day. Judging by the sunlight shining down through the waves above, it was getting later in the afternoon. In the couple days she had been here with her family, she quickly got accustomed to their routines. Nobody would cross their paths at this time of day, too busy with their own things.
Through a smaller wooden door at the side of the castle, she led him in, through a hallway, and up the stairs until they ended up in front of the door of her guest room. But before she opened the door, she turned to him, with a bit of a shy smile. "Don't mind the mess.. I uh... I was in a hurry to get to you so..." clearing her throat again before opening the door to the room she called her own for the time that she'd stay down here in Lythrania. Aniu had periods of proper neatness, but when her mind was occupied—like it had been for the past couple days—she didn't care much for mess in her personal spaces. Inside, the room itself, which was fitting for the building it was in, was rather luxurious. Its centerpiece was a velvety-soft, grand queen-sized bed, with the sheets in a messy pile. Not made up from the night before. The floor was scattered with pieces of her clothing, and in the corner near the window there was a desk with piles of paper. Several half-finished sketches and letters she started but hadn't sent yet. A couple of crumbled papers lay on the floor around the chair next to the desk. A small pile of books she had taken from the library balanced on one of the nightstands. Mostly books about travel and different countries. A bit embarrassed by the mess, she started picking up some of the clothes from the floor and draping them on the chair by the desk. She pulled the covers of the bed straight, patting on them as an invitation for Therion to come lay down, while she closed the drapes in front of the windows. Dimming the light in the room.


& Therion

She didn't notice it at first; she was too busy with the quick clean-up of the mess she had left behind that afternoon, but when she had closed the curtains, she noticed how lost he looked. Standing in the corner of her room, lost in thought. She hoped it was just something in her room and not his overstimulated mind from drugs that pushed him inward. A worry fluttered across her face before she took a seat on the bed and patted on the sheets to get his attention. A sweet, welcoming smile on her face. He sat down next to her and surprised her with his kind words, "Of cour-" He had caught her a little off guard again, letting out a soft moan in surprise when he pressed his lips on hers. She wondered what had spurred him to thank her, though her mind was quickly overrun by the mind-numbing tingles of his fingers on her cheek and his soft lips as she leaned into the kiss. Her hands instinctively found their way up his neck, pulling herself a little closer to him. Once she broke away again, she sighed, her eyes still closed due to the overwhelming feeling of love that radiated between them.  She rested her forehead against his for a second. "I'm not sure if I deserved that.." Alluding to his kiss, which was somehow filled with more love. Something she didn't even know was possible. Opening her eyes to be met with his deep soulful loving gaze. "Thank you, for trusting me." A hint of sorrow drifted through her gray eyes, as she thought back to earlier that day. She quickly placed her lips on his again, cupping one side of his face with her hand. Not wanting to let go anymore. But she knew she had to. She couldn't let them be consumed by their everlasting hunger for each other. Not right now. The tiredness in his face was almost contagious, making her wonder how he even managed to stay this awake. So with her lips still pressed on his, she gently pushed him backwards onto the bed. "Now rest, my love. I'll be here when you wake." She kissed his forehead, stroking a lock of hair out of his face, before getting up from the bed herself. She took off his boots with care, placing them by the closed door. She then crawled back onto the bed next to him and pulled him close so his head could rest against her chest as she quietly hummed the lullaby of her siblings, to him.

Only when she was absolutely sure Therion had drifted off into a deep slumber did she start thinking about slipping out of their embrace. She actually didn't want to leave his arms. It felt heavenly. Like absolute peace. Back to where they belonged, and for once, no more secrets and miscommunication. She wanted to stay there until he woke up again. Feel his breathing, his warmth, and take in his scent as she softly pressed her lips against his forehead. Her fingers tenderly drawing shapes on his back in soothing motions. Be his pillow for the whole night if he wanted. Maybe she could skip dinner with the family for one evening. She didn't know how to face her brother, anyway. There was no way he would approve of this if he found out. Knowing him... it could get ugly. And since she had been a wreck for days, he would surely notice her lifted mood at the dinner table the second she sat down. But if she didn't go, people might come knocking. Wake Therion up and discover them here. She was torn, and the fact that Therion was sleeping so soundly against her didn't make it very easy. Until he made the most goddamn awful sound. Ani had almost drifted away in a slumber herself, in the darkness of the room, comfortably against his body. But with that one snore, he managed to instantly wake her up again. Eyes wide, pressing her lips together so as not to let a laugh escape. Luckily, he turned away from her in his sleep, freeing her from their embrace and making the choice for her. "I love you," She whispered to him with a loving and slightly amused smile on her lips as he continued his snoring. After which, she quietly snuck out of her bedroom, closing the door behind her, and started to practice her somber face for the dinner table as she walked down the hall.

That night, after dinner, she returned with a tray with some food—some bread, cheese, some apples, a bunch of thick, juicy grapes, and a couple mugs with different beverages, so he had plenty to pick from. But when she entered her dark room, she discovered him still asleep. With an endearing little grin on her face, she watched him sleep for a while. He needed this, and she was happy she'd taken him here. After she carefully placed the tray on the nightstand, she took a couple of candles—also brought in on the tray—to her desk. Where she sat down on the chair with some paper and a pencil. Quietly sketching the man in her bed under the dim candlelight. By the time the candles had burned a quarter of the way down, Aniu had fallen asleep in her chair. A half-finished sketch resting in her lap while her pencil had dropped from her hand. Softly snoring with her head resting against the little pile of clothing draped over the side.

& Therion

As her pencil scratched softly on the paper, shaping his jawline and chin, her mind wandered back to what he said before he fell asleep. How she deserved the world and how she had saved him. In the moment, his words struck a deep core in her, and she could still feel the vibrations of them deep in her soul. It perplexed her, how he made her feel. So loved, so wanted, and so needed. She still felt a sense of fear about her feelings for him. About it's strength. She never knew she could love someone so much. She loved him more than anyone or anything. Every part of him. The dark and the light, every bit of him. She loved him more than life itself. If she could, she would give her own life for his. In a heartbeat. If that would mean he would finally know the happiness and love he deserved. As she looked at his resting face once more, following every line, every curve, and every detail, she also felt guilt. No matter how sweet and genuine his words may have been, Aniu didn't believe she deserved them. She had left him in Ravaryn. She had left him when he told her to go before. She had been blind to his struggles. If only she had shown him better how she felt about him. Perhaps he wouldn't have pushed her away and trusted her sooner. Now she wished she had stayed. In Ravaryn. In his apartment here in Lythrania. They had been lucky—so lucky that Arthur got help. That Therion had mumbled her name. That she had stayed in the former capital. One detail different and everything could've ended up disastrous. A tragic, pointless loss. Just the thought of that stirred panic and pain in her chest. She should've stayed. She could've prevented at least some of the damage from the last five days. For both of them. Even for her siblings. It would be a hard task to convince them now that Therion was the right man. The best man, the only man for her. But perhaps there was also a silver lining in all this. Now she knew she would never leave his side again. He could scream, kick, and try with all his might. Her siblings, her family too, could try and convince her, threaten her, or do whatever they could. She'd only leave him now as a cold corpse.  

Eventually, her mind drifted off into sleep. She, too, had been overwhelmed by the emotions of the day and found herself more tired than usual. In the quiet of the evening, it overtook her faster than she could foresee. Letting her hand drop; she was already asleep once the pencil hit the floor. Her body would most likely complain about the position that she fell asleep in. But that was something to worry about when she woke up. She was pulled into a sleep, more uneasy than normal. Plagued with hazy dreams, bordering the realm of nightmares. Filled with smoke and dark rooms, one after the other like a maze. Confusing her at every turn. And Therion, who wouldn't wake up. Whose skin was cold to the touch instead of its usual warmth. His usually soulful and loving brown eyes, dull and lifeless. Mirroring a terrifying, everlasting nothingness.

Her eyes jolted open, and a little jerky motion ran through her body as she suddenly awoke from the dream. After several seconds of lingering fear and confusion and staring up at the ceiling, she was relieved to be in the comfort of her own bed. She didn't even remember getting into it before falling asleep. Her hand felt for Therion beside her in the sheets, but when she found it empty, she lifted her head to look around the dimly lit room. The slight panic she felt when he wasn't in her bed quickly subsided when she found him in the chair. Peacefully reading a book. The absolute night and day difference between her dreams and reality gave her a strange mental whiplash, but thankfully it was the best kind. Instead of waking up into a nightmare, she woke up into a dream come true. The man she loved, still with her. "Hey you," She whispered softly, her voice still a little sleepy. She had no idea what time it was and didn't want to risk waking anyone else in the castle. Her siblings slept just down the hall and who knew how what they could catch up on from here. "How are you feeling? Have you been awake for long?" She noticed his hand shaking a little, making her brow furrow in worry. He was already going through withdrawal. With one of the blankets draped around her shoulders, she rolled out of bed and walked towards him. She sat down on her knees at his feet, leaning against his leg. Resting her cheek against his knee as she looked up at him. "Is there something I could do to help you out with that?" She turned her eyes toward his hands, for a moment, to point out what she meant. Stretching out her arm across his lap to reach one of his hands. Spreading his fingers with hers to place them in between, right where they belonged.


& Therion

When he told her he was feeling better, she felt a wave of relief that was not just washing away some of her worries but also the lingering uneasy feeling of the dream still plaguing her tired, just-woken-up mind. "Good." She tried to suppress a yawn as she got up to sit with him. Nestling herself against his leg. She felt a bit guilty and useless when he told her she couldn't help him. Her gaze, shadowed underneath concerned brows, absentmindedly locked onto their hands intertwining. Watching how her fingers softly moved between his, as if on a little exploration of touch in between the tiny mountains and hills of his hand. Following the lines in his palm and the curves of his fingers. Placing fingertip against fingertip like a little dance of hands. All the while, his hands trembled every so often. She let out a soft sigh, airing her frustration about it. "I wish we didn't have to wait. Just want to take it away." Her eyes turned back to his face as a soft, comforting smile curled on her lips. "But I'll wait with you for as long as you need." If that was all she could do, she did it gladly. Perhaps they should do some research on it. Surely there were books on this type of thing. Therion wasn't the first one to be stuck in an addiction that he tried to get out of.

He didn't allow her a whole lot more thought on the matter, though, with his next words, making her sit up from her leaning position against his leg. That grin alone told her enough; answering it with a little bite of her lower lip, though not intentionally. She kept her eyes on his, as he slid down from the chair, needing to see the love and life in them that had been taken away in her dreams. They were dark, almost black, in the dim room. But the flames of the candles made them flicker and burn with that longing she had missed so much. But when they looked at her, taking in what he saw before him, she averted her eyes for a moment with a shy smile. The way he looked at her made her almost blush. His finger traced up her skin, causing pleasurable tingles to teasingly spread from his fingertips and spread through her body. She looked at him again as he made her face him by placing his fingers under her chin. Her eyes filled with deep want and need for him and him alone. But unlike before, underneath those vines of the castle wall, she wasn't overwhelmed by a greedy need to have him like she wanted to have him. Now she was spellbound by his touch once more. Curious to see what he would do to her in this room if she let him do whatever he wanted. His lips on hers were soft and gentle, and she tasted the sweet apple on them with her tongue. Without breaking their kiss—this time she didn't need to stop, she didn't want to stop, and he would be able to stop her even if he wanted to—she dropped the blanket off of her shoulders. Slowly undoing the laces of her dress that were in the front this time.



& Therion

Ever since the two of them found each other again, especially after today, Ani couldn't help but feel a constant worry for the man she loved in the back of her mind. Always fighting that part of her that absolutely wanted him. There had been too many factors that made her concern win over her desire and need for his touch—for his lips on hers and her fingers on his skin and in his hair. It had stopped her too many times already today, leaving their passionate coming together in a mix of rationality and disappointment. She'd seen it in his tired eyes, making her wish she could just give in to that lust and love that tried to take over every time. Even now, there was a short moment where she felt the worry creep up. But it wasn't strong enough. He wasn't going to let it win again. Clearly reflected in his dark eyes, he looked at her with such yearning and love that it made her shy. She wasn't stopping him anymore, though. She couldn't, even if she tried. Her body and mind were already his for the taking. Like a puppet master, pulling all the strings. All he had to do was push and pull.

Her fingers had been occupied with the constricting dress, which she all of a sudden very much wanted to be rid of. But her lips and tongue were in a hurry to taste the sweet apple on him further, deepening their kiss, while the first parts of her dress fell off her body. Her hands, now free to explore him as they held each other, made quick work of his buttons again, just like before. Pulling every layer of clothing on his upper body over his shoulders without ever leaving his lips, exposing his warm skin and the many tattoos on them. Dropping it next to them before he gently pushed her backward onto the ground. A soft giggle left her lips in between unsteady breaths. His necklaces, dangling down onto the bare skin of her chest, felt cold and ticklish as he hovered above her. She bit her bottom lip in anticipation, before he started his teasing and touching journey down her burning skin. A soft gasp, followed by a moan, escaped her as he sank his teeth into her sensitive neck. Desperately trying to be quiet as soft whimpers kept escaping her with every touch of his teasing lips and sensual tongue. Slowly but surely driving her more and more crazy and out of control. Curving her back upward from the ground, she pushed herself closer to him, her body asking for more. Soon she wasn't even aware of how her body instinctively moved and sounded under his touch, as her mind was overrun with waves of pleasure. Softly shaking and jerking as he had his way with her. Her hands followed suit, instinctively exploring and nail-digging into his chest, neck, and back. Grabbing gently but firmly into his hair, overcome with desire. He made the mistake of trailing his fingers across her jawline and over her slightly parted lips, hungrily taking one of his fingers for herself to suck on. Sharing that look of longing and lust with him as they locked eyes. Her cheeks now flushed a cherry red from the heat and the building tension in her body.

Suddenly, she decided that enough was enough. He had teased her and pushed her to a point where she wanted control back. Make him feel what she felt. Make him tremble and moan under her touch. Just like the fire she felt burning underneath the vines when she pushed him against the wall. She pushed herself up, crashing her lips on his again and taking ownership of them as she opened her mouth to explore. Distracting him as she suddenly pushed him over and underneath her. Now she was the one hovering above, pinning him against the floor. One hand on his chest to push him back down if he tried to get up, the other sweeping her long black hair to one side. A playful grin on her face "My turn." Taking the reins, her lips and tongue now teasingly tasted his skin, downward from his lips across his jawline to his ear, down the sensitive skin in his neck. She explored him fully, from his chest down to the rim of his pants—clearly becoming quite restricting—with every part of her body that could make him squirm and push him to new levels of pleasure. If he tried to resist or take back control, she'd grab his wrists and push them against the floor. She wanted to hear him growl in defiance, and by Lythrana was she going to make him.


& Therion

Nobody had ever managed to ignite her desire like this. Nobody ever got close enough. Even though plenty had tried. But none had ever gotten nearly as close as Therion. With him it was like instinct. Like second nature. She had no conscious control on what her body and mind did. It was as if he was a painter and she his canvas, drawing and covering her skin with the invisible colors of love. Or as if he was a musician with his hands on his favorite instrument, playing her to produce the most intrinsic and purest sounds of music and passion. Gladly giving up that control to him as he made his way down her body. Practicing that art of intimacy on her, of which he was such an incredible and true artist.
A satisfied grin curled on her lips, in between her whimperings, when she made him growl, as her fingernails dug into his warm skin. Perhaps it was that animalistic release of pleasure as he growled or the fact that she just couldn't stop herself from sucking on his finger, but something made her want more of it. More of him. Let him lose the control as he had made her do. And so she took that control, swiftly. To some degree anyway. She still had not much conscious control on what she did while making her way down his body. Letting his responses, his soft low moaning in her ear, their hands on each other, guide her as she instinctively unleashed her thirst for this sweet and complicated man. Like a dance, playing in on each other, but this time she was the one leading. And she loved every satisfying and tension building reaction of the sorcerer under her touch. Tracing his inked skin, stroking down his stomach alongside his happy trail, slowly inching downward with her curious and eager hands, lips and tongue as she explored him all over again. For a moment her fingers worked on his trousers, almost impatient to release him from its restrictions, like her dress had been to her. She shared a look with Therion, brewing with lust and longing for what was to come, as he looked down at her. Pulling down his pants as she grinned at his moaning and cussing. Knowing that she was about to make him cuss a whole lot more. And hopefully, a whole lot louder too.

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With the taste of him still on her tongue she crawled back, over his belly and chest toward his face where their lips met again in a passionate kiss, which she quickly deepened. She had been devilishly teasing in her play of dominance. Getting him oh so close to the edge, but not close enough. She didn't allow him to. Not yet. She was still in control and loving every minute of it.
She took his necklaces, which carelessly rested aside his head, so she could pull him up into a sitting position, while settling herself on his lap. Grabbing his face, aching for his wandering hands and lips once more, a hungry moan escaped her as her own hands impatiently pulled herself against him and found their way all over him, in a close embrace. Almost in an attempt to become a part of him. Not ever wanting to separate from him again. She was completely and utterly his.

& Therion

The pressure that was steadily and surely building between them was reaching a boiling point. Focusing on him and his needs hadn't cooled her down in any way. In fact, she probably enjoyed it almost as much as he did.  Driving him crazy, like he always did with her. Oh, how she loved it. How she loved him. Making him reach those places that felt almost utterly other-worldly. Making him feel loved and worshipped almost while she fulfilled his deepest desires. But only so much, as she felt the selfish need to share. She didn't want them to be done just yet. And since the two sorcerers shared an almost insatiable hunger for each other, she knew Therion wouldn't complain for one second. She wanted—no, craved—him close and deep. And so did he, ardently exploring her mouth, as she did his. Touching and feeling every inch of each other. All her senses—tingling and burning, wave after wave—quickly intensified as she melted into him, onto his lap. His arms held her close while his hands and fingers traced down her back, marking them and drawing lines straight down her skin. It made her straighten her back and push herself against his chest involuntarily. Sending shivers down her spine. One of her hands, which had explored its way around his neck, now grabbed onto the back of his hair, pulling him slightly away from her lips so she could gasp for air. Moaning against his lips when he eventually gave her what she craved for.

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"Gods, just... gods." Still panting, Aniu lay on the messy sheets next to the man she loved, who somehow managed to show her new heights of pleasure and love. Again. How was that even possible? She sighed, softly moaning mmms as her body slowly came down from their togetherness. Enjoying the after-waves running through her. With eyes closed and a satisfied smile, slowly catching her breath. The air now felt cold against her sweaty skin, though she didn't mind. She was absolutely content after all that.
She felt his hand grab hers, which made her open her eyes and look at him. Noticing how the trembling seemed to have stopped. At least for the moment. His words filled her with such warmth and tenderness she could barely keep it in. "I love you more," She answered him, her voice cracking with the overwhelming feeling as she looked him deep in the eyes. The words didn't feel adequate enough for her true feelings, but no matter how hard she tried, there were no other words in the Odiria language that could ever express what she felt for him. So she rolled onto her stomach against him, inching closer so she could place her hand on his cheek and press her lips on his in a deeply loving kiss. As she closed her eyes, a tear rolled down her cheek. She had truly felt his love—so deep, tender, and true. Putting it all into her body right here in this room. It had touched her deeply, and now she allowed herself some happy tears for it. For them. Hoping that he had felt the same from her. Because, by Lythrana, she loved him more than anything. She was made for him; of that, she was certain now.
She too noticed the tiredness wash over her, and his yawn made her chuckle. "Does that mean there's not going to be round two?" She joked, feigning a sad face, as she snuggled against his chest, tracing her finger over the necklaces around his neck before placing her hand on his heart to feel his heartbeat.  

& Therion

For most of her life, Aniu didn't believe she could or would become this version of herself. This creature of love, being so deeply loved and so deeply in love with another. She always saw herself as this solitary being, who, even within her family and friendships, felt alone. Not lonely, but alone still. Taking on these roles; daughter, sister, friend, singer, traveler, siren, sorceress, Vylasar. She understood all those roles and made them her own. Lover, wife, mother... those were roles she never saw herself in. Not in the traditional way, at least. They felt foreign and scary, making her push them away. To the great chagrin of her parents, who had fought her on it for years. Shaping her life in direct opposition to what was expected of a Vylasar woman. She understood why it was important, and she had the utmost respect for people who were able to shape those roles. Her sister would become one of those people soon... But Aniu never felt it was her destiny. Until now.
Therion had awoken something that had been slumbering deep in her soul. For the first time in her life, she didn't feel alone anymore. With him, she was a part of something bigger than herself. A part of him. For the first time in her life, she felt drawn to those roles she never imagined herself in, but only with the man in her arms. And that scared her more than anything.

What she didn't fear anymore was her love for Therion. Now that they finally shared their true feelings with each other, Aniu had a hard time stopping herself from letting him know every time that she felt it—either with a look, words, or a loving touch, like the kiss they were sharing—which was basically all the fucking time. His thumb wiped away the tear on her cheek, making her smile when she broke away again. "Most definitely." She chuckled softly, answering his teasing from before she'd pulled him into that loving kiss.
"I know how to make a Xailan coffee. If it's a good one... that's debatable." She grinned as he softly laughed. She let her fingers teasingly brush over his chest, caressing slowly downward to his belly button. "But I'm sure I can find a better way to wake you up again." Her voice was soft and suggestive as her fingers trailed down even further. It was just a little bit of harmless teasing, though. She doubted he'd be up for anything else but sleep now anyway, just like her. He had effectively wiped her out as well. She placed her arm back around his chest again to snuggle closer, breathing him in with a deep inhale. Once again, he managed to set her heart ablaze as he softly spoke his loving words. She pressed her lips against the skin under her cheek, near his heart. "Me neither," she softly whispered back. "Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to. I am yours, and you are mine. For life." It may have been her tired mind that made her this candid, but she meant every word. On the brink of sleep she relished in the love they shared, and before long, his calm breathing lulled her into a deep sleep in his arms.

& Therion