Words failed to describe the smell in here. They should have sent a poet.
Of course, SilverAsh was less concerned about the scents he and Exusiai were marking the room with, and more concerned with how much longer the little angel could go with him. Sure, she claimed that she could go all night… but the poor little redhead was panting and heaving and sweating so profusely that he almost wanted to give her a break.
But he needed a child, damn it, and they weren't getting any younger.
"Is that seven, or eight?"
SilverAsh posed the question in the midst of Exusiai shaking and shivering, her groaning and moaning. It would seem the Sankta had yet another orgasm, while she lay beneath the Feline and felt his hands explore the familiar territory of her nude form.
"I'm afraid I've lost count," SilverAsh remarked.
Exusiai tried to speak. Any language would suffice, just any at all. Unfortunately, all that came out of her little mouth were shuddering giggles, and babbles of nonsense at the height of her climax. She drooled all over herself; her eyes were rolled to the back of her head. If the Silverash family patriarch didn't know any better, he would have worried his dear lover had been possessed by some kind of ghost.
"Use your words, my dear," SilverAsh whispered to her, kissing and nipping at her ear. "Such a messy girl…"
"FUCK!" Exusiai writhed, covering her eyes with the back of her arm. "Oh my GOD~!"
SilverAsh chuckled. "You sound spent, my dear…"
"NO! I can keep going!" Exusiai begged.
"You don't have to prove anything to me," he promised her. "Not anymore."
"J-just gimme a minute!"
"If you insist…"
He pulled out of her, then, and right away she started leaking their love fluids all over the bed. Exusiai whimpered, and desperately tried to plug herself up with her shaking hand. "Fuck," she cursed again, her Sankta halo flickering like a bulb about to burn out for good.
"I'll give you your reprieve," he told her, nuzzling her cheek. Exusiai laughed, even as she swam through the afterglow of tonight's eighth orgasm.
"Repri~eve?" She kissed her lover's cheek, tasting the sweat on his face. "Then… you consider this my punishment~?"
"You tell me. You can barely move a muscle. It's like you're paralyzed," he taunted.
"I've lasted much longer than the others," she told him confidently.
"Such a strong statement… from such a brazen little Sankta." SilverAsh ran his fingers delicately over Exusiai's tummy. "I'm certain it won't be long before you give us wonderful, powerful children."
"Are you kidding?!" Exusiai blew a strand of hair from her face. "You came inside me SO MANY TIMES! I feel like a cream-filled donut!"
"...You're so vulgar."
"Yeah, but you love it!"
"Oh, hush." SilverAsh prodded Exusiai's pudgy tummy, causing her to bite her lip.
"No way in hell I'm not pregnant…" Exusiai remarked. "But even so… you're not gonna stop until the sun comes up, right?"
"Not a chance."
"Fuck me, I'm so done for~!" Exusiai giggled, then managed to turn herself so she was straddling SilverAsh's groin, prompting him to raise an eyebrow and put his hands on her hips. An instinct at this point in their relationship.
"Oh? Seems you've still got a bit of spunk left in you," SilverAsh remarked.
"Babe, there's practically a gallon of spunk left in me," she purred, running her bare hands all over her lover's powerful, toned chest. She loved to touch him like this, to trace her digits over his muscles; his pectorals, his abs. She didn't necessarily need protection from anything prior to entering a relationship with him. Suddenly, she's got to watch herself. A lot of people wanted a piece of SilverAsh, in the best of ways and the worst of ways.
And she felt so safe in his arms, anyway. So safe, and so desired.
She was fortunate to be where she is now. If only she could remember how she got here. She just knew alcohol was involved during their initial tryst. A way-too-expensive bottle of liquor, half of which ended up on the floor, in hindsight.
That night, her clothes ended up on the floor too.
Exusiai leaned down and kissed SilverAsh on the nose, grinding her bare body up against his own. Moving her hips against his, in a little dance of sorts. He held her hands now, locking his fingers together with hers while she ground up against him, sighing with deep pleasure and satisfaction.
"I never thought I could be a mom," she whispered.
"You never imagined it for a second?" he asked her.
"Maybe once or twice, but… I don't know. I didn't think I'd actually be somewhere like this. With someone like you," she confided.
SilverAsh smiled warmly. "It sounds as though you're putting yourself down for being here."
"Maybe I am," she mumbled, casting her gaze aside. It certainly doesn't go unnoticed by SilverAsh, who reaches up to take Exusiai's cheek in his hand. His touch is gentle, and soft, like a physical whisper.
"You should never do that," SilverAsh told her, "alright, my dear? You should never do that. You deserve to be here. You're remarkable. It's you I've chosen. It's you I adore," he reminded her. "Could I truly welcome anyone else into my life like this? Could I be this vulnerable to anyone other than you?"
She knew in her heart that the answer was a resolute No. Exusiai shook her head, slowly, the lump in her throat receding as she swallowed.
"I'll prove to you just how much you mean to me," he promised her, pulling her down gently and wrapping his arms around her, tightly, comfortingly. Exusiai settled into SilverAsh's embrace, latching herself around him.
They kissed with passion in their own bed, stained as it was, basking in the moonlight that poured in from the bedroom window. None of this territory was uncharted. She'd mapped his body with her fingers and smooches. Every scar, every blemish. He could do the very same with her, for all the time they've spent in one another's longing embrace.
"Exusiai Silverash," the redhead whispered, giggling, "I like the sound of that~"
"You'll make a fine mother," Silverash whispered back, reaching up to cup Exusiai's bare breast. "I'll make sure of it."
"Pfft… that's super hot when you say it like that! How can I resist?"
"You can't resist me. If you could, you wouldn't have let me defile you as I have. Sweet angel," he purred.
"Are you sure you can stay up all night? I'm worried you'll be a mess at today's meeting with Rhodes Island…"
"Then you simply worry too much, my dear."
"Or maybe you just want everyone in the meeting room to smell me all over you," she accused. "SilverAsh, reeking of sex and sweat, before an important meeting… that'd be hot, too… is that what you're trying to accomplish?"
"I can neither confirm nor deny that."
"You're getting hard again…"
"Noticed that, did you?" He teased her with his body, rubbing himself against her, while he caressed her; kept her close.
"You're insatiable," Exusiai whispered, huskily, as she guided him to her entrance again.
"Only because it's you," he told her, truthfully.
"You big sap~"
"Hush. Now come here."
He pulled the angel closer, once again embracing her tightly. Exusiai cherished being held by him like this… it was a possessive display; it made her feel like she was a prize that the Silverash family patriarch had won and earned.
Despite living in the mountaintops of Kjerag, their love was ultimately the most warming, most radiant thing. As Exusiai ground herself against SilverAsh and felt him fill her with his size, she moaned aloud, just in time for the Feline to muffle her pleasured cries with a deep and intimate kiss. A kiss that Exusiai absolutely melts into; a kiss that leaves her wanting more, same as it always had.
When the kiss does end - because all good things must come to an end - there are sparkles in the angel's eyes. Another reminder of how enchanted she was, truly, with her larger Feline lover. "If you keep kissing me like that," she told him, "I'll definitely end up pregnant!"
"Oh, yes… it's the kisses that do it. Not the eight climaxes, oh no…"
"It's g-gonna be nine soon enough," she whimpered, spreading herself just a little bit further for him. "Fuck, I'm gonna be so sore in the morning…"
"Then it's a good thing you don't have any plans," he teased her, wrapping his hand around Exusiai's neck. "Are you ready, dear?"
She grinned, her eyes already hazy, and she nodded as much as she could. Yes, her gaze seems to tell him. Fuck me up all night. All night, baby.
"Let's hope the bed can withstand it… to say nothing of, nghh… how deep of a cleaning these sheets are going to need," he teased, already working up a fine rhythm while he thrust back and forth, back and forth…
Exusiai wasn't thinking about sheets.
Indeed, Exusiai Silverash could hardly think at all…