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The feels are still there so here I am again! I decided that if Makkari can have fun maybe Druig should too ;) Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!
O-o-O-o-O-o-O-o-O Chapter 2 O-o-O-o-O-o-O-o-O
Druig walked down the steps that led to the meeting hall. He could hear the shuffle of people behind him as they walked out of the small room, ready to wrap things off as the day started to end.
He let his arms move behind him, one of his hands grabbing at the fingers of his other as he started walking down the familiar path. Now that dusk was upon them it was time to do his routine perimeter check, making sure that his consciousness didn't pick up any foreign minds in the area that would bring trouble to his home.
Home. He repeated the word in his mind, blinking away thoughts of another place he once called home because there was no point in lingering on that place. This was his home now, technically it had been long before he had left them—long before he left her.
Giggling pulled him away from those thoughts. A group of young women were passing by, whispering amongst themselves. As he passed they all looked at him and after the brief moment of eye contact they looked away shyly and giggled again.
He didn't have to reach into their minds to find out what they were thinking, the lust was rolling off them loud enough on its own. He wasn't sure he would ever get used to it, being the one who was fawned over. Over the millenniums on this planet the adoration from the humans had always been directed at sun-kissed Ikaris, but in the past centuries of building and maintaining his commune he had become quite the common heartthrob.
He supposed he shouldn't have been too surprised, after all isn't this what humans did? They worshiped greater power, and with the upbringing he had offered them away from war and violence it seemed that that was him.
He let a small "hmm" escape his lips at the thought, at the reminder of all of Sprite's stories that glorified him and the others giving birth to the many myths and legends of gods and heroes.
His walk started slowing as he reached the edge of the village. He was expecting to stop and turn back but he paused, he could feel the consciousness of others ahead. There was a small path that led to the lake but he had warned the villagers to stay away from the area when the sun started to set. Wild and dangerous things came out in the dark after all, so either his orders had been defied or there were intruders lurking around.
His cheeks sucked inward at the thought before he continued down the path toward the lake. His steps were slow and calculated and it wasn't until he was at the opening of the clearing that he paused, his eyes widening a bit at what he found.
It was indeed two of his villagers. A young man and woman, the tips of their shoes touching as they peered at each other. A smile graced her features as the man's face leaned inward towards her. The last rays of the skies light reflected on the lake causing a kaleidoscope of color.
Druig found his eyes closing at the scene and when they reopened the young villagers were gone. Instead he found himself lost in a memory of many millennia ago.
A new duo was before him staring out at a darkened sky, stars twinkling in the distance. One was cladded in black and the other in crimson. His eyes automatically zoned in on the lithe figure in red.
Makkari had chosen to wear her hair down for the event, her dark coils spiraling down to touch her shoulders and press against her smooth looking skin. Even though their backs were to him he could still clearly remember the smile on her face as she looked outwards at the city they were in.
He had become drunk that night, cups of the finest wine being pushed his way in the celebration of the union of two of his fellow Eternals. Any other celebration he would have had one or two before calling it quits, but this was a special day, even if he and Ikaris had disagreements here and there, he was very happy for the two members of his family. They were going to be here a long time and if there was a way to make that time easier and better for everyone, then he was all for it.
So he had taken every cup given to him in the last few hours. When he felt his mental barriers going down he knew he was setting himself up for an onslaught of emotions and thoughts so he quietly retreated. He could never hide from her though and she found him not long after, sipping on his final drink.
She had looked beautiful, but that was no surprise at all because, quite frankly, Makkari was always beautiful. If he had thought he was intoxicated by the drinks it was nothing compared to the intoxication of her.
The thing that the others didn't understand about his power was that it was more than mind control. Along with it came a certain degree of empathy, something that was made even stronger when his barriers were down.
So the copious amounts of wine clouding his mind had nothing on the gentleness of Makkari's aura. Her joy, excitement and innocence came through in ebbs and flows towards him– and he surprised even himself when he asked her to dance.
She had agreed, and moments later she was in his arms. In his stupid state he couldn't do anything else but stare at every inch of her face, memorizing every curve and line on her features. The change in atmosphere must have been apparent because she hid herself from him, but the new position hadn't bothered him. No, if anything it brought her closer to him and soon he was running circles on the fabric of her robe. He hadn't noticed when the music stopped, he just knew that his body had stopped moving and the burst of a new emotion was overwhelming his thoughts.
Her head had tilted to look up at him and he couldn't help the magnetic pull he felt to look at her lips. Plump, luscious and oh-so-kissable. His face was leaning in before his mind could register what was happening and then just like that, in a quick whoosh, she was gone.
He had stared at the empty spot for a minute before a low "hmm" escaped his lips and his body moved back to the view in front of him, his eyes scanning the area for the flashes of red.
The next day everything was as it had always been between them. He told himself that he had been so under the influence that maybe he had imagined the change in her aura, that he had imagined the cloud of desire that dissipated along with her. So he left it alone. She never mentioned it either.
A sigh escaped him as he took a last glance at his former self and he closed his eyes again. When they reopened, he was back in front of the lake. The villagers had paused in place, faces inches away from each other. After a few seconds they turned to him, eyes glowing gold and then they were walking past him. He stood motionless staring at the lake for a minute after they were gone, studying the reflection, the colors had faded and everything was black.
He followed soon after, trying to ignore the ache in his chest but as he made his way into his hut he knew it was too late. Makkari was not going to be leaving his thoughts tonight.
He made his way towards his wooden desk ignoring the building plans on the top to grab the edge of the chair tucked underneath it. He then moved it to the center of the room, removed the blue cotton robe he wore, draping it at the back and took a seat, legs wide as one of his feet tapped repeatedly on the ground.
His eyes glew gold, his mind reaching out to connect with the commune, hinting at them that it was time for bed. He wouldn't normally use his powers for this, but what he was going to do now he wanted to be done in complete solitude. He wanted no other consciousness interloping with his own, as he got lost in his own self-pleasure.
When he could feel the complete quiet around him he closed his eyes and tilted his head back so that it rested on the back of the chair. He took a deep inhale in and out repeatedly, trying to put himself in a meditative state where his mind was blank…except for her. The illusion of her anyways…
And it wasn't long before he felt it. The slow caress of hands running down his chest from behind him. They went up and down over his shirt before skillfully making their way underneath to caress his pale skin. He let a small breath out as they skimmed his collar bone, before making the slow trek downwards, passed his nipples and on to the hard lines of his abs. They slowly, tortuously, went back up in the same path and soon they were gone all together.
But the touch wasn't gone for long. He felt those smooth hands again, this time on his knees. They slid up his thighs, thumbs caressing the inside of his legs causing goosebumps to form on his arms. His head straightened and his eyes slowly opened.
Makkari was kneeling before him. Her body positioned in between his legs as her hands smoothed over him. She was wearing his blue robe and nothing else. It was opened at its center, the curves of her beautiful mounds peeking through. Her hair was high in a ponytail, dark coils caressing her shoulder, just as it had been the last time he had seen her.
She smiled coyly at him and continued stroking his legs. After the third time her hands continued upwards stopping when both hands met at the center. They rubbed against the protruding bulge in his pants and he felt himself flinch in excitement when one of them grasped at the hardened shaft.
He let a small hiss escape between his teeth and his eyes went to her free hand. It was up in midair, 'Looks like you're happy to see me.'
His lips twitch upwards, both hands going into the air, 'I'm always happy to see my beautiful Makkari.'
She gave his cock a squeeze at the compliment causing another sound to slip from him before her body slowly rose and leaned inwards towards him, stopping when brown met blue. His eyes only stayed on hers for a brief second before moving downwards to look at the two plump lines that had been tempting his mind for millenniums. They were curled upwards in a gentle smile and he could feel himself leaning forward until his forehead touched hers, head slightly tilting so that their noses bumped.
He moved in to close the gap but his lips catched empty air. In a quick action he had failed to see, her hand was in his hair, tugging it back making his chin tilt up at her. Her smile widened even more knowing that she had him right where she wanted him. After a few seconds of him staring through lazy eyes she moved onto him again, her lips pursed together placing a sweet kiss on his skin.
His cock twitched. The kiss had been mere centimeters from his mouth, soft and gentle on the dip of his dimple. She then placed another one on the curve of his chin, at his pulse point, on his Adam's apple, on his collar bone…
Her kisses trailed downward from the opening of his shirt, down the cotton fabric to place a kiss on his heart, to the hard muscle of his abs, the side of his bellybutton…to the start of his v-line.
His breath hitched in his throat as he looked down at her. She was back on her knees, her legs open wide, the opening of his robe still showcasing her beautiful brown skin. His eyes moved up the length of her body to meet dark dilated orbs, eyes full of desire.
He pulled away from them as her hands lifted into the air, 'These need to come off' and as she finished the sign she tugged at his black trousers.
His hips lifted at a speed that managed to win a grin from her and her hands went to the sides of his hips grabbing at the lining of his pants bringing them down past his hips.
His cock sprang out from its confines tilting side to side from the momentum before staying at the center pointing tall. Her eyes moved to it, teeth digging into her bottom lip as she eyed the veins running up the swollen shaft. He was long, and thick, the blood rushing to it made obvious by how pink he was at the swollen tip.
He swallowed hard as he watched her watch him.
She looked away and focused on what she had initially started, tugging on his pants until they were well past his ankles, tossing the garment to the side when she was done.
Her body moved closer into him and like she had done with his upper body, her lips pursed together to shower him with kisses. She started at his knee cap before moving into the side of his thigh, trailing small pecks closer and closer to where she knew he wanted her mouth to be.
When she arrived at mid-thigh she stopped and her eyes went to his. She watched his Adam's apple quiver and without breaking eye-contact she moved forward and placed a kiss on the head.
He groaned and watched one of her hands wrap around the base of his cock to keep it still while her lips placed kisses all along the sides. His tongue escaped his mouth to wet his lips and his eyes found hers. They stayed connected until it was too much, until he felt his head tilt back and a strangled moan escaped from between his lips as she took him in.
Her mouth was warm and wet. And her tongue swirled around the swollen tip, teeth slightly grazing the sensitive skin in a teasing manner before she moved her head forward, taking him further in.
He let his teeth dig into his bottom lip before moving his head forward again to watch her devour him. Her face was bobbing back and forth, cheeks inward as her mouth accommodated him. Her curls slapped against her shoulders. The hand on his length was twisting and turning in opposition to her mouth, stimulating him completely. Her other hand was lost from his view, hidden underneath his robe but he could make out the movements of it and he pulsated in her mouth at the thought that she wanted the release just as much as he did.
He swallowed thickly and let his eyes glaze over her. Her movements were making the opening of his robe open wider, giving him a glimpse at the perfection hidden underneath it. Her nipples were hard, rubbing against the cotton causing friction that went straight in between her legs encouraging her to move faster and deeper into him until he swore he could feel the wall of her throat.
She released him with wet 'plop', her hand taking immediate action to mimic her mouth as it moved up and down his length, squeezing every time it went back down his base and letting her thumb rub at the top.
He couldn't help the small whimper when he felt her lips against the inside of his thigh and he couldn't stop the small 'fuck' that passed through his lips as he watched her hips swirl and buck underneath his clothes.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Within seconds her attention was back on his dick. Tongue leaving her mouth to trail up and down the sides as if he was some kind of treat. It wasn't until after he was coated with her saliva that she tried to put her mouth back on the engorged organ. Before she could take him in she stopped and looked curiously at the hand on her shoulder that had stopped her. She then turned to him to find that he was staring at her in that intense, focused way he always did.
His free hand lifted into the air to sign one simple word.
You.
A cocky smile broke onto her face and she placed one final kiss on the head, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. The hand on her cheek slid down her body as she stood, stopping at the middle of her waist where the tie to his robe was held. His other hand met it at its center, tentatively undoing the knot that kept it all together.
Once it opened he stared. The curves of her femine frame were smooth, her breasts were perky and soft and as his eyes traveled south he could see her glistening lips. His lips pursed together before they slightly parted to let out a low whisper that she could feel.
My Beautiful Beautiful Makkari
In mere seconds his hands were on her waist pulling her close before helping her legs wrap around his waist. His hands went to the soft collar of his robe slowly sliding it off her shoulders leaving her completely bare on top of him, causing a twitch to press against her thigh.
One of his hands stayed at her waist while the other went in between their bodies to take a hold of his shaft, pumping it gently before placing it against her core. The action made her eyes close and her body moved forward until her forehead rested against his.
Through the small space in between them she managed to bring her hands up and his eyes lowered to watch their motion.
Yours
And that's all it took. She gasped as he sheathed himself in her, his hands digging into her skin as he pressed her as close as possible. Within seconds she was moving frantically on top of him, breasts bouncing with his lips and tongue moving towards them as they shifted up and down before him.
Her legs tightened around him when it became too much to handle and her hands wrapped around his neck as she buried her face into the nook of his neck. Taking advantage of the closeness his hands slid from her hips to the curves of her ass helping keep the pace of his thrusts that were into her.
He could feel the vibrations of her almost inaudible moans against him causing him to pulsate inside her. He was so close now.
The thought of her warm body pressed against him, her sweet smile pressed into his neck, her wet pussy clenching around him was too much and he could feel the coils in his stomach tighten…the last thing that would release him coming to mind…
Her face moved out of the crook of his neck, eyes intense and filled with desire looking into his own blue…and ever so slowly they trailed down to his lips. His heart started racing, his hips jerking upwards uncontrollably at the thought of devouring the lips that had haunted him for far too long.
When the gap between them closed, he easily imagined the taste of sweet tea, the feel of her plump lips underneath his teeth, her breath mingling with his…
And that's how he came, with the idea of the kiss he had so longed for. With his head tilted back, eyes rolled behind his lids, the color of his sclera switching between white and gold. With his lips parted as he howled out her name.
It would be a few minutes before his breath regulated. When he was finally ready to move he stood up and took a glance at the mess he had made on his shirt. A quick smooth tug after and it was off being used as a wiping cloth before being tossed across the room. He found the pants he had discarded in the middle of his fantasy, putting them back on before moving the chair back to its original location. He didn't bother replacing the shirt, the air had gotten warm with his recent activity and he couldn't be bothered with finding another.
He let a low, 'hmm' out after, his blue eyes going to the blueprints on his table. With his thoughts on Makkari sated for the moment, it was time to get some work done.
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Makkari smirked proudly as she eyed her newly acquired sarcophagus. Her hand outstretched towards it, ready to feel the inscriptions carved on its surface but before she could make contact she froze in place. Goosebumps formed on her skin as she felt the soft push towards her consciousness.
It had been brief but it had been there.
Her eyes darted around the room but she remained still, waiting to pick up any vibrations, waiting to feel his vibrations.
When there were none she raced through every corner of the Domo. Nothing. She found herself standing at the center of Phastos lab afterwards, her thoughts traveling at light speed as she wondered what that had been…and as she ignored the sudden aches in her chest and between her legs.
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Druig really said hella nah, I didn't get a kiss and neither are you to those Villagers XD He really wanted that Kiss though and I'm tempted to give it to him ;) Thank you foe reading!