High ceilings invoked dread the moment one stepped into the underworld. It looked abysmal, overwhelming, a sublime darkness meant to remind a person that time was up.
A constant chill was in the air, and she made him light a fire. He remained cold, she gained her color back in her cheeks. She made him sit with her by the fire as well, to his chagrin.
He is not shrouded in black, like the world he ruled. In fact, he is draped in tones of white, with sharp unforgiving features. The softest thing about his person is the silky hair that falls down his back.
He was decidedly ignoring her. He brought her to his land and never explained himself. Sitting across from her, he stared through her.
Her curious hand cups his sculpted cheek, blotting out the harsh purple marks that grace that side of his face. His skin was shocking, crisp, looking fairer underneath the yellow-rose tone of her own flesh.
"Why?" she whispered, trying to hide the urgency she felt. Stuck inside a world of the dead when she herself brought nature to life every spring.
His hand came up to hold the wrist skimming his jaw. Sharp nails tickled her; her skin seemed so much thinner right then. "You need to stop asking questions, girl."
The rebellious hand of hers ignored his grip on her wrist and traveled further beneath his curtain of hair. Reaching further back, her breath struggling to come out, she fingered the pointed tip of his ear and he bent his head away.
"Stop," the deep rumbling voice managed to carry an air of meekness.
"No," she crawled into his lap, petals shedding from her and falling around them. "Why?"
A busy hand left her wrist and rested on her waist, as if it was a completely normal action.
"You are not fair," she whined softly. Her head drops to his shoulder and she closes her eyes when he inhales deeply.
Fingers thread through her own hair and she shivers. She wonders what he thinks of her hair. Brown, muddy. Like the soil that begets her season. Not like white, the picture of blankness.
Thick hair was swept behind her ear and he leaned down to whisper to her. "Life isn't fair, and neither is the afterlife."
If her body could get closer to his, it would. She used the only thing she had against him—her aptitude for catching him off guard.
His neck was there for the conquering. Exposed. He was clever, but she could tell he wasn't considering it a weakness at the moment. His hand was too busy massaging her waist.
Her lips pressed against his neck the same way his own pressed against her ear. Dauntlessly, she let her tongue taste the skin there before she sucked slightly and ended her exploration with a kiss.
"You," he groaned, claws digging in to her skin and making warmth spread between her legs. "You smell like a garden. They don't...grow here. Nothing does."
She couldn't resist a smile. But he mustn't know or he will go back to his icy demeanor. She pressed her happiness into the skin on his neck, hoping to give it to him.
"I ask again, dear," she spoke from the crook of his neck, "why?"
"Dear," he repeated.
"Dear." she affirmed.
He paused. "Death is only dear to you."
"And what am I to you?" she retorted, enjoying all the more that she's cracking the pallid shell that he wraps around himself.
"Death cannot be without life."
"That's why," Her head came up to look at him. Pale amber eyes met her own, half-lidded with smoldering black pupils. "Now I know."
"You should have known," he scolded, his tone flat. She watched the apple of his throat bob as he swallowed his frustration.
"Excuse me," she propped herself up on her knees, reluctant to leave the safe space she created at his shoulder. Both of her hands, emboldened by his words, held his pristine face once more. "You're only this candid in bed."
His lip twitched, but he stayed calm. His facial expression remained unchanged, beauty unmarred by something as mortal and imperfect as a wrinkle.
Mortality was something she admired greatly, with random clusters of flowers and full green trees covering her mind in hope. The beauty of the finite, each human year that passes and she gets to do it all again and surprise herself.
It was why she had a portion of hair tied up at one side, because, why not?
She thought about pulling his face forward to hers but wished to tease him longer. A man so used to striking the fear in human souls should feel helpless from time to time.
Slowly moving towards him, she kept her eyes on his. She had the pleasure of watching his pupils expand in anticipation. His mouth opened automatically, breath puffing out and caressing her lips before she claimed his.
"Mm," he hummed in her mouth and tried to dive forward with their lips still together. She remained an obstacle and stood firm, however, because she had her own plans.
He pulled away from her, the closest thing he's done to acting petulant. She smiled, moving her hands to his broad shoulders, gently pressing them away from her so he leaned back.
Elbows touched the floor and he refused to go down further. The lax look of his position was delightful to her. Slumped and with a heady expression; was she really looking at a king?
She disrobed him easily, the silk of his clothes sliding easily under her soft fingertips and coming undone. His body was a vision, an artwork. Humans may talk about the aesthetics of bustling flowers and clear waters but a steady marbled rock that persisted no matter what held its own majesty.
"You are beautiful," she whispered, hands lovingly moving along his pelvic bone. She grasped his member in her hand, the size dwarfing her fist. Steady and punishing, indeed.
His gaze held her firmly. It felt like his eyes were everywhere, as if he can see through her clothes and knows of the wetness at her center; as if he can see inside her heart and the place she has for him there.
Love buzzed through her chest, it pollinated her entire body and she was growing with the need to taste him. She leaned down and took his dick into her mouth and she sighed in pleasure.
Without delay, she enjoyed herself with her mouth on him. She could not take much, she was inexperienced until he captured her, but what she lacked in finesse she made up for in perseverance. She deftly twisted her fist along the rest of his shaft where her mouth couldn't reach yet and she sucked, concentrating on the head. Her tongue swished along his shaft behind it, a few nights ago his hips barely bucked upward into her mouth when she did it.
He let out a muffled growl, and she hummed happily right on to his bulging member. Slipping her mouth away from him, she let a trail of saliva follow her escaping lips and spit some of the built up fluids she had in her cheeks on to his dick. His was slick now, her hand was able to stroke him with ease.
"You," he gasped. She looked up.
She could tell he wanted her. It was the excuse she needed to conquer him the way spring ends winter. Removing her own outfit in a haphazard motion, she crawled over his body and kissed his speaking mouth.
Her bottom was quirked up, hovering over the tip of his dick but not sitting down. She had become so wet with want that she dripped down into him.
Not providing a warning, he used his elbows to angle his hips up and slam into her. She shrieked, fully seated in his lap, blushing and breathing heavily from her shock. The song of fire crackling accompanied her breathlessness.
He still had that petulant look, desiring more.
"Come here," she whines, reaching her arms out and placing them on his shoulders to beckon him closer. He complied, one hand coming up to massage her round breast and thumbing her pink nipple. The other hand was still propping him up, fully extended this time.
His chin rested in the crook of her neck and he licked her skin and bit in deep. Her pussy spammed around his cock, enjoying the sharp pain and pinching pressure of his sharp teeth holding on to her before he started bucking from below her.
"Ah!" she hugged him tightly and this ended up dislodging his mouth from her. "Mm!"
Fluids sluice between their bodies, gyrating hips and her trembling form being a sparkling combination for the both of them. She felt the small wound on her neck drip some blood down her chest and trail on her ribcage.
His hands forcefully push both of her arms back and she squeals. Her arms were now behind her, hands flat on the floor. Her back was arched because of this, somehow pushing him deeper and she clamped down tight on his dick. The frigid floor under her palms began to crack and crumble, revealing soil and allowed grass to sprout under her palms. Her nails dug into the familiar vegetation and the blades snapped.
This happened every time he made her lose control. A meadow would appear under them, growing infectiously and bringing color to their home in the underworld. Vines wrapped around weathered columns, hanging flowers around them. His presence will wither them within a day, by then she'd have created more foliage somewhere else.
Head dipped down, his smooth tongue started tracing the line of blood that ended right beneath her breast. His lips opened greedily on the soft mound, giving it a kiss and briefly sucking the flesh into his mouth. His sharp teeth framed the suckled skin and her hips jumped involuntarily. He moved up to her nipple and nibbled the bead.
"I—" she cried out, the word love on her lips, but she stomped it out in a wave of uncertainty. "I want more."
He released her breast and licked the drying blood up to her collarbone. "More?"
"Yes," she whimpered, rolling her hips on him and feeling his hard dick rigid within her.
His hands grabbed her hips and made her rise and bounce on him. "Then move."
Her knees scraped the ground, another layer of pulsing pain that made beads of sweat rise on her skin and dance down the curves of her body. She felt more of the soil underneath her knees after a bit, dirt smearing on her legs while she pleasures herself. He was watching her move, a slight rumbling in his chest as he hummed his own approval, sharp exhales coming from his nose when she tilted the right way.
She was feeling brave enough to defy him and lifted her hands from where he placed them to give herself a more comfortable position as she rode him.
"Oh, dear," she whispered quietly, wrapping her arms around his neck as the overwhelming sensation of him made her entire body flare up with shakes. Fibrous dirt streaked his once clean back when she gripped him for some stability. Her hands were trembling and her hips jolting on him and she kissed his neck. She put her kiss swollen lips on his skin and did exactly as he did: licked the skin, then bit. She was not strong enough to break his flesh, but he growled and began pistoning into her from below.
He was moving so fast that she was floating in a thick cloud of her own pleasure. Usually their lovemaking was a slow burn, but this was a welcome change of pace. A winding feeling that typically happened slowly and passionately was quickly reaching its breaking point.
She cried out enthusiastically and he pulled her down on his hips as they reached their climax together. Not willing to move, she managed to get closer to him in his lap and hugged him tightly. He reciprocated, something he did not usually do when they weren't intimate.
"You make an exceptional queen," his voice quiet and deep with reverence. He did not pay compliments often, despite the fact that he captured her says the most of any words he's ever said to her.
She looked up at him. "I-I do my best."
"Good," and then he found her lips again.
notes: Tumblr saw it first because my laptop is an asshole sometimes. I love incorporating Inuyasha and mythos, so here's SessRin because I love them too and I want to make content for them! I hope you enjoy.