Author's Note: In case the previous warnings weren't enough, everything in this story is a hard M rating. The first two stories are deleted scenes from my original story and the sequel. Chapter 3 and beyond are drabbles that fit within the canon universe after the sequel as well as an AU that wouldn't get out of my head. I've enjoyed writing these and the drabbles that I have written could have sequels on the way. As always if you have any ideas, feel free to PM me and I'm happy to hear them.
As soon as his lips touched hers Malark burst into flame. Every nerve on his body tingled, and despite this not being their first kiss, as he rolled on top of Meira, he felt each touch and heard each sound with more and more depth than the one before.
The rush from the night before came back in earnest as he finally was able to move past the playfulness and the teasing and show Meira how he felt. He jumped headfirst into the sea of sensation and emotion with absolute confidence and didn't come up. Each second they were together saw him go deeper and his eyes grew dark with heady pleasure.
Upon her confession, Meira first wave of defenses fell apart and the kiss they shared blew more layers like paper. But even as their kiss deepened and she sunk into the bed, knowing full well that she could trust him and feel comfortable, she held onto a shred of doubt. Despite the chemistry, she felt that doubt turn inward and Meira was uncertain she could be with someone physically and have it mean anything. But despite the doubt there was an overwhelming realization she was feeling something different.
As Malark traced his lips down her neck and over her shoulder, slowly savoring the taste of her skin, Meira began to realize that he had no intention of hurrying. Her previous experiences were fun, and she enjoyed the game, but this was setting her on fire in a way that was almost overwhelming. Part of her wanted him to hurry up and fuck her already so she could avoid the flames that were building up in her stomach.
Malark worked his way down lower, passing over her collarbone with his mouth and nipping it with his teeth. The gasp she gave came out without her permission as did her desire for him to mark her with his mouth. Malark took her nipple in his mouth next and teased it with his tongue while running both hands all over her. Meira arched in response as she felt the flames get higher, one hand of hers was in her hair and the other was on his wrist, subtly trying to guide him down and hurry him up a bit.
The violet haired temptress was filled with nerves for a reason she couldn't explain, her body was craving more but the part of her that ran and hid at danger was warning her about what this slow torturous method would do. For some reason she knew that what he was doing to her would change her, whet her appetite for more when she was supposed to be free.
"So, I'm assuming you're just a selfish lover, mount me thirty seconds or less? In, then out, then passed out?" Meira knew she was just on edge and giving herself an out by provoking him, but she couldn't help it. She had wound herself up in a web of defenses and lies. Years of snark repressing actual emotion were too much to give up, just because she was happy and comfortable.
Unfortunately, she failed at delivering any bite with her tone. Malark sensed her challenge but rather than hurry up in a posturing effort to prove himself, he just turned up a laughing smile at Meira as his mouth traveled over her navel. The smile was carefree and excited and naughty in a way that made Meira's gut clench and she knew she was in trouble. "Yep, it was just like you said. Now you passed out in boredom. Fortunately, this is the dream."
Malark returned to his tasting of Meira's body and as he moved to her thighs and pressed kisses along her mound, Meira began to sit up in surprise. Before she could sass Malark again or admit that she hadn't experienced this before, Malark's lips made their way to her clit and any words she was going to say gave way to a low moan followed by an out of breath gasp as she felt herself be spread open by his fingers.
Her heart was pounding against her chest as Meira snaked her hand into Malark's hair to regain some semblance of control and perhaps even pull him up, but that thought was lost as he ran the flat of his tongue along her clit in a slow long lick. With his fingers below, he moved in slow circles, gliding deeper inside her pussy and making her realize how wet she was. Meira's mind was still slightly panicked but her body was buzzing with pleasure. Her hips arched into his pampering and her hand in his hair pulled him deeper into her rather than pulling him back up.
Words became impossible as Meira felt shockwaves of pleasure that became breathless pants as Malark's tongue caressed her and his fingers pushed her closer to her edge. As she was brought closer, Meira found herself begging shamelessly without realizing it; each time Malark's mouth found a particularly sweet spot, she would ask for more and buck her hips closer, craving release above breath itself. New sensations were driving her wild, dragging gasps and squeals out of her, but the wizard pushed her to a new level of intensity when he started to curl his fingers inside her. She started to feel her climax come across her as a wave and her eyes rolled back in her head; Meira let out a guttural cry while her left hand tugged at Malark's hair and her legs started to tremble and shake.
The wizard stayed between her legs, gently kissing her thighs and caressing her hips as she came down from her high and her grip loosened in his hair. Part of her felt out of her own body and as she looked down Meira was surprised by the tightness of her grip on Malark and the fact that her other hand had moved without prompting to tease her nipple as she orgasmed. When she finally felt more in control she let go of Malark's hair and scooted back away with a bit of embarrassment. The rogue let out a pleased but uncertain "That was… different."
Malark responded with a bright, giddy smile and responded. "It's all different, that's what makes it so interesting! You're different and I can't get enough of you." The smile turned a bit sheepish "But you already knew that" and then it turned a bit teasing as he leaned in to whisper "you're quite cute when you blush though. I didn't expect that!"
Meira felt herself giggle and the doubt that was annoying her before faded to the background as she started to completely relax. She shoved her man over for making her do something so girlish and mounted him while he was on his back. The sun was streaming right through the window and in the light of the day, naked and sensitive and happy, Meira felt free and quite playful. She leaned in for a kiss and started to devour Malark's lips in a way that felt ravenous and despite being wary of the difference from her past, she embraced it.
Another squeal of delight escaped her as Malark started to roll her over with kisses of his own. And when his hands returned to her body she realized how sensitive she was after her orgasm, every brush of fingers sent shudders through her body. But she wasn't ready to give up her fun just yet, so she dexterously slipped out from beneath him and mounted him again, kissing the back of his neck and pressing her body across his back. Malark reacted with a groan and the temptress grinned into kisses after discovering a weakness. Meira's hands darted down and did some exploring of her own, tracing down the back and sides of his body and wrapping around to feel muscle shiver under her touch.
Meira's hands found their way to his manhood and when she grasped it, she returned the favor and did so light and teasingly, letting him feel on edge as she reveled in how aroused he was for her. He felt hard as steel and despite her torturous control, her stomach clenched and ached for the main event. As Meira began to stroke she delighted in the groans of pleasure she heard from her wizard and sped up to drag more of them out of him by force. Malark tried to slow her down and remain in control by reaching for her risk but she was too quick for him. Meira's hand pulled away and she managed to land a quick swat too his ass before devolving into laughter and sliding off the bed, enjoying the look on his face.
The wizard gave chase and the rogue led him on a merry little hunt around the bed before letting herself be caught and tossed back down on the mattress on her side where the wizard returned the favor and gave her a quick spank. Meira ignored the quick rush of intriguing sensation and desire for more she felt upon impact, shelving it away for later thought, instead she pulled her lover down for more kisses and moved to her back to wrap her legs around him tight. They both kissed with abandon, light and breathless kisses while their hands explored each other's arousal. As the gap between them grew smaller, Meira pulled him towards her entrance and lined him up for his first thrust.
Before she let him go, Meira pressed a kiss to his ear and whispered "Make it different, make it better." As she let go, Malark thrust in for the first time and both their worlds went white with ecstasy for a moment. As they started, they couldn't stop kissing and found their rhythm around that. It was a bit clumsy at first but built between them until Malark was working his hips inside her in a way that made Meira clench her legs around him and bury her face in his neck.
The thrusts got firmer, faster and more assured then they sunk into a nice pace Malark was feeling every clench of her pussy and every kiss to his neck and they were bringing him closer and closer to his edge, he tried to stay in control and last, but he felt himself slipping closer as his dick twitched with every cry of pleasure she let loose. In desperation Malark propped himself up on one hand, pulled back a bit and started to tease the same nipple he had seen Meira rub as he pleasured her while continuing to thrust. Shocks went up and down Meira's body immediately and she couldn't stop whispering curses at the combination as it overwhelmed her. She arched her back and put her hand back in Malark's hair as her hips begged for stronger thrusts and matched him as he indulged her.
But as her screams grew louder and their pleasure more overwhelming Malark couldn't resist the pleasure she was making him feel. "I'm close" he gasped as he tried to lean back and pull out but found her legs tighten around him like steel. The hand in his hair pulled him back down and her mouth found its way back to his ear.
"It's alright, I'm on moon tea. Don't you dare take it away from me, I want all of you inside me so badly." Then she just whispered please over and over as his hips lost their controlled rhythm and just drove into her with abandon as his body sought its release.
Meira felt him lose control, felt him grunt and groan his release as it came to him, felt him climax inside her pussy as she held him close (a seemingly endless load after all the teasing) and then felt him almost collapse on top of her in relief, nuzzling into her neck as he did. She found it all quite addictive and wanted more instantly.
Despite shaking in pleasure and feeling the customary surge of exhaustion, Malark refused to be a lover that finished without being considerate. Without pulling out, he moved his thumb to Meira's clit and his hand back to her nipple, nipping at her ear as he whispered "I want yours now, I want it badly. Let me hear it."
Meira was shocked by the turn and couldn't do anything but writhe in pleasure as she was brought to orgasm a second time after barely a minute of dexterous teasing. Her second one came with an arched back and a loudly shouted curse in elvish. Malark's back was marked as her nails drew lines down from his shoulders and any worry she had about this being the same as her past was blown out of her mind.
Together the rogue and the wizard caught their breath at each other's side, holding hands and exchanging sweet pecks as they came back down. They were drenched in sweat and panting, extremely satisfied, and beautiful to each other in the bright light of day. Then almost at once the two started laughing; it was an inexplicable, giddy, relieved sort of laughter of two people finding each other and realizing how lucky they are.
Lazy affection followed, and the two found themselves touching and tasting and roaming however they pleased as neither wanted to put on clothes or do anything but revel in their victories and explore each other. As Meira started kissing down Malark's chest, she found a perverse sort of pleasure from brushing her hair out of the way of her mark, and knowing he was looking at it and her without judgement and had complete trust in her as she pleasured him.
She kissed her way down to his toned stomach and considered going down further and exploring his reawakened erection with her mouth, but she couldn't stop thinking about his eyes on her mark and trying new things. With a naughty smile and a come-hither gesture, Meira crawled away from Malark and propped herself up on her hands and knees, making sure to brush away her hair from her mark and wiggle her ass invitingly.
Meira didn't look back as she felt her hands trace up and down her sides and over her spine to rest on her hips, she pushed back into the rock-hard member she saw earlier and felt him line up without any further prompting and push back inside her. Meira felt even more full than before and found herself clawing at the sheets almost as soon as the thrusting began, and though she knew his eyes were all over him, she could still feel that sensation of exposing herself completely in the sunlight and reveled in it alongside the pleasure of being fucked sensationally.
Though in the motion her hair fell all over the place. As Malark reached to fix it, Meira wanted to yell at him to go harder and stop worrying about her, to just take his pleasure. But as she felt his fingers wind into her hair another thought overwhelmed her and she shouted, "Pull it!" Not one to be slow on the uptake Malark found himself pulling hard on Meira's gorgeous violet tipped hair as she arched back on her hands and knees and they slapped skin to skin in carnal animalistic thrusts.
With a hand full of hair and a soaking wet pussy bucking back against him, Malark felt himself being forced to hold back another orgasm and he was consumed with the lovely lady beneath him. As he heard her screams crescendo again he only had one thought. "She's going to be the death of me."
But what a way to go.
They came together with a loud cry of pleasure.