hello !! thank you for taking your time to read my project. just a couple of notes before we start.
WARNING !
all characters depicted herein are 18 years of age and older. this project includes sexual scenes, BDSM, profanity, kinks.
KINKS/ ACTIONS WITHIN !
erotic humiliation, praise kink, oral sex, fingering, penetration, dirty talk, raw sex.
* be aware that raw sex is a part of this work of fictitious fantasy, and is not advised realistically.
all sex is safe, sane, and consensual.
again, reader discretion is advised.
happy reading !
Of course, there are many learned behaviors.
Tying shoelaces, writing, talking.
But sex.
Sex is an instinct, a primal asset, a need; not only by humans and animals— but beasts and demons. Sex: raw, fragile, rough, natural. The very essence is why creatures exist and how they grow.
There is a power in such a nature. It was more than reproducing. It's spiritual, emotional, mental, and absolutely physical. That is why, this king, this king of jungles and life; shares it so transparently with his embodiment of darkness and magic.
Two hybrids, absolutely powerful.
One, he could take on various forms. Not only did he rule the animal kingdom, but he was a part of it. Every step he took, the fresh earth was at his mercy. He was poetry in nature. Smelling of rich incense, full of sweet melodies. His eyes were life sustaining, his body built on nothing but strength and compassion.
The other, her potential was extracted from her inner darkness. She was quiet, but when she spoke, she had the ability to manipulate dark powers and shatter universes. Mystic mantras, meaningful meditations. She had to color her emotions within the lines. Puzzling to most and private to very few.
All in all, that other half of both of them, that humanity…
Was nothing but a memory while they had intercourse.
"Spread open, and sit."
There was nothing like having her light graphite, well-fleshed thighs wrapped around his neck. Nothing compared to the art of his tongue and the wet permutations. The exponential crave for her sensuous body language and secret sounds. The rhythmic, slow sway of her hips. Her flavor that settled on his tongue. The way he tilted his head back to secure what she had to offer, was superlative.
They've already exchanged foreplay, the type that burned deep between every crevice and on every patch of skin. Soft, loving whispers, the kind that left their ears ringing. Blurred, senseless kisses, the ones that slowed down their thoughts and created the very brevity of dazed stares. The fuel of desire.
The pulling, the pressing, the passion.
Their gifts to each other were stories of desires they told, as well as listened.
"The plan is,"
Garfield holds her hips away from his face, and looks her in the eyes as he talks. Mystic purple bores fertile green. Transparent.
"To please you in a way no one will understand or do."
Raven replies. "I promise to do the same thing for you."
He consents. "Are you good to go?"
And she approves. "Without a doubt," Of course, she had to have his permission, too. "Are you okay with doing this?"
"For sure."
He pulls her hips down, she grips the headboard.
She was the mystery, and he was about to solve every variety and sensitivity she possessed.
Garfield kisses the inner curves of her thighs. Delicate flesh laced with fragile nerve endings. He adored the smell of her natural skin. Faint lavender, smooth cream, and smidget of her other dried herb favorites; sage and rosemary. It was complimentary to his fresh and sometimes woodsy aroma.
He drags his calloused fingers across her delicate dermis carefully.
Hard against tender, it was remedial.
Garfield took his time teasing Raven, finding his fingers the right places to touch. He runs a hand through her shirt, slowly enough to make her stomach crease with butterflies. He tenderly dents her thigh with his ivory canines, then sucks.
The anticipation amassed in them gradually, like a kettle coming to a slow boil.
Restless, lust-hungry, trying to keep breaths at a pace.
He glides his tongue between his lips, then traces it between her rose-colored folds.
She can't help it. "Gar,"
Garfield knows Raven's body so well, her hiding the hint of pleasure was predictable.
He kisses her rawness as if were the lips of her mouth. His tongue massages against the skin. He traces his tongue over sensitive ridges and nerves. He isn't only pleasing her body, but exploring it.
Garfield and Raven did this many times before, but they always considered refinements along the way.
He suckles and nibbles, she hisses and writhes.
"Move your hips up for me, princess."
Raven shifts her weight.
Garfield questions. "Can you balance well for a second?"
"Yes, I can." Raven responds hoarsely.
Garfield eases a finger inside of her, just about halfway. Additionally, he gives her swollen clit a brief circle from his thumb. He looks at her while he does so, it was his eyes following her firm gaze. Her tension slackens, and she releases a soft noise.
"You're ready, I can tell," Raven goes down further on his finger, but he stops her. "But that doesn't mean you can do what you want."
"I hate when you tease me."
"Tell me something I don't know," He smirks, and she nearly glares back at him. "Sit down."
Garfield's fingers dimple her alabaster skin. He trails his tongue from the perineum, and through the labias. He measures every centimeter of her that he touches, and memorizes them. He delves his tongue inside her with care, feeling another shudder shake her body.
Painstakingly languid strokes, and when he contracts his lips, he creates an erotic noise.
Raven sighs in relief, already feeling the knot inside of her untie.
Garfield's eyes flutter shut, and he gets lost in his queen.
He multiplies her senses of pleasure and anticipation with those tempting motions. Garfield feels against her elasticity. The soft, damp corners, and the aching contractions.
She does her fraction, sharpening his keen animalistic senses. Every breath and desperate move she made closer to him, tugged at every animal he had. The flexibility of his tongue, the roaming of his hands on her body, and the occasional, half-lidded eye contact.
She breathes hard. "I love when you do this."
He draws lazy patterns on her saturated, lower back, and her voice cracks into another broken sound.
To Garfield, Raven was the habitat that he couldn't get enough of. Every time he explored her, he needed a refill. She was so rich, endless, and certainly satiating.
To Raven, Garfield was the magic beyond her own power. He was irresistible and mind blowing, she couldn't fathom his ability as a lover. He was fascinating, infinite, and positively supernatural.
Raven's patience breaks, and her hips begin to rock.
"The urge… I need to…"
"I know," He whispers, patiently trying to keep her legs open. "Trust me, I know."
Garfield makes succulent moves. Raven compensates as she arches up, and grinds on his tongue. She claws through his mane, but he feels her need in his bones; in his very heart.
He delights inside of her— her wet canon between stiffening peaks. She swallows down a swear to Azarath, and her thoughts are immersed in him. Raven lets out a weak cry, the stimulation causing her to temporarily lose balance.
Garfield talks in a graveled tone.
"That's the sound I wanna hear."
Her taste of honey dew began to leak onto his tongue.
Raven implores. "More… more."
They make eye contact as Garfield speaks.
"This part is my favorite. When you're on edge, and I bring it right out of you."
If he could experience the feeling everyday, he would. Her turning his desert into an oasis. A waterfall, hot springs, pomegranates, orchids. Garfield was so in tune with Raven, he found any and every piece of nature to relate to her.
She'd do anything to be in this moment a thousand more times. Him being the perfect spell to draw wonders out of her. Incantations, enchantment, charms, mystics. Raven was in such harmony with Garfield, she associated him with magic— because he was magic.
Raven's head angles back, and she can't find anything to anchor her grasp. She's throbbing, quivering, and her conserved character is far-fetched.
Garfield praises softly, adoring this side of her. The person only he and she knew. They felt so close, comfortable, and connected.
"That's it, angel."
The twenty second grip before the exhaustion, that final, impassioned whimper of pleasure. He counted on it, and she always came through. Without a shame or a doubt, she shatters in the most beautiful way he could imagine.
The tugging her body closer so he could unlock the coil. The guttural sound he makes, shows that he, too, can be submissive. As always, he satisfied with a pure heart, and the way he loved was incomprehensible.
Two unselfish lovers.
One with a sore tongue, the other with a swelling temple.
Both scattered in heavy emotion, and coping with snippets of bliss.
Raven slides down quietly, tangles her fingers in Garfield's hair. She gives him a sweet kiss, the contrast of herself arriving on her tongue. She kisses his forehead, he pecks her neck.
The silence of slowing breaths, racing minds, and healing bodies is all they needed.
Garfield drifts his bruised hands across Raven's velvety skin, just one more time.
with love,
Dee.