Leviathan's Daughter
GoldenEagle
Author's Notes: Yep, this is my first lemon, folks, so forgive me if it sucks. If you don't like lemons, you can skip over this to the next chapter and still know what's going on. Read and review please!
Chapter Fifty
"I was afraid he wasn't going to let us in." Persephone muttered as the two gazed around the large, over decorated room.
"Money gets you anywhere..."
She laughed out loud. "I think you scared him, with all the blood in your hair and your big, metal arm! By the way, how did you take a shower without blowing a circuit?" Persephone felt like she had drunken five cups of coffee, she was on such a high, and after the both of them had cleaned up, she felt even more so. She spun around the large Hotel room. "Remember when I first gave it to you? You were so young then. We both were." She muttered, wrapping her arms around her waist. "That was a long time ago, wasn't it?" She turned to him, her breath catching when she found him closer than she had thought.
"Really, Persephone, you're making us sound old." He said with a wry grin. She returned the smirk. The look slowly dissipated as he looked down at her. "I'm glad you're okay." He said slowly before he pulled her into an embrace.
"Folken, I..." Her head rested gently against his chest and she sighed contentedly.
Her heat was still above normal and as her body pressed into his he felt shivers shooting through his system. He pulled away quickly, embarrassed as he felt the tightening in his groin. He turned from her, his face slightly reddening. He coughed. "Sorry, I just-"
He turned to her again, a confused look on her face. She reached out to him and he took her hands gently, standing at arms length. He looked down at the delicate hands before turning her palms up. He frowned as he took in the pink scars that deformed the surface. "How did you get these?"
"In the battle, someone came at me with a sword. I... grabbed the blade with my hands. I completely forgot about it." She said, a small smile on her face.
Folken nodded. "I doubt you'll be able to fight again, with the damage done."
She laughed. "That's a relief-" Her breath caught in her throat as he used his good hand and ran his fingers over the scar. The skin was sensitive and the heat of his hands on her palms seemed to spread without her. She released a shuttering breath. They stayed like that for maybe a minute before Persephone couldn't contain it any longer. She pushed forward and pushed her lips to his desperately. He stood frozen for a moment, the lips unnaturally and erotically hot against his own, before he responded, his metal arm curling around her waist, pushing her against him.
She gasped through the kiss as she felt his now evident erection against her inner thigh. His lips left hers and she let out a small growl in objection before it died in her throat as his lips followed her jaw line, down to her throat, to her collarbone. He paused, his hands hovering over her blouse. "Are you sure about his?" He murmured, his breath hot against her neck, his eyes slightly lowered.
"Oh, hell, yes." She muttered. He responded immediately, his hands fumbling with the buttons on her shirt. In frustration he ripped it from her body, revealing a simple and plain bra, one she had gotten long ago. Folken moved slowly, as if it were a dream he didn't want to wake up from. His hands inched behind her back before reaching the strap. With a simple movement of his hand, it went loose. He looked up at her, almost uncertainly; perhaps afraid she had changed her mind. He was met with her gaze, clouded with passion, and she shifted her shoulders, the material sliding down a bit before falling to the ground. She took a short breath in as the cooler air hit her bare skin.
"Persephone, I... I've never done this before. I'm afraid I'll disappoint you." He muttered honestly. She stared into his eyes a moment longer before smiling.
"Is it even possible for you to disappoint me?" A tear ran down her cheek. "I love you, Folken. I love you."
A smile cracked his face, overjoyed, before he continued on. His mouth ran down her breast before he reached the center. He paused before his tongue flashed out, teasing the tip of her nipple, and she gasped in, her hands wringing through his hair. He covered its tip with his mouth before sucking at it. A whimper broke from her mouth, which only put him into more of a passioned frenzy.
As he continued with her breast, his hand slipped below the waste band of her pants, searching for what he knew was there. He pushed his fingers against her wetness and she took even more of an intake of breath than before, a sweat breaking out over her shuddering form. He continued on with her chest as he slipped his fingers further, and then into her. She let out a moan as he brought them in and out of her in a steady motion.
"Folken, get up... Folken... Folken!" She hissed out now, annoyed through her passion. She reached down and placed her hands between his legs, squeezing, bringing him up. He gasped in, his hand slipping out from between her legs, his mouth pulling away from her chest. He looked up at her, slightly confused, before she pushed him back, kissing him, onto the bed behind. As they hit the mattress she pulled away slightly from his lips and tongue. "I need... you... inside of me..." She muttered, having a hard time finding her breath.
She pulled at his shirt, lifting it from his chest, before her hands played against it. She stared at her flesh against his for a second, him watching her. He moved slowly, his hands unbuttoning her pants. She complied and pushed herself to her knees, slightly agitated that it was taking her so long to remove the material. But, in the end, it landed at the side of the bed and she helped Folken take off his own pants.
She could see him straining against the material of his undergarments and she moved swiftly, pulling it from him, to his knees, where he took care of the rest. She looked down at his erection, her hands hovering over him, before falling to him. She ran the tips of her fingers over his tip, teasingly. He let out a groan before pushing her back and literally ripping her underwear away with his metal hand. She reached up to him, grasping hold of him, before guiding him to her center. "Folken-"
Her breath left her as he entered into her. She closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling. This was different. Different than the other times, when it was forced. No, he fit her perfectly. Perfectly.
The rhythm started slow, as he moved in and out of her gently, almost afraid that he'd hurt her. But as the tightening in his groin grew even more intense, he lost control. The beat increased, her rising to each stroke, and he began to pound into her, both grunting with effort.
Persephone felt her muscles tighten around him and she cried out as the ecstasy hit her in waves, crashing over her form in sets. At the feeling of her tightening around him, he released, and a howl erupted from him, along with something else. As she felt him fill her she was taken unawares, her eyes going wide as her body slumped and relaxed, as feathers floated down, to her face, tickling her nose. His full weight fell against her, his head to her breasts, and his two, stardust wings surrounded the two of them, Persephone unable to see anything except his flushed face and his glowing feathers. Their lips met in a soft kiss before he pulled away slightly, his wings still extended, and he placed his head on her chest, listening to her heartbeats and the rise and fall of her ribcage as she breathed. She sighed, her solace there for one moment in time, and she ran her hands through his hair before her eyelids fluttered closed in a content sleep.
Author's Note: So there it is. Please read and review! Forgive me if it stank. I don't have much... erm... experience in this field. Next part coming soon!
GoldenEagle
Author's Notes: Yep, this is my first lemon, folks, so forgive me if it sucks. If you don't like lemons, you can skip over this to the next chapter and still know what's going on. Read and review please!
Chapter Fifty
"I was afraid he wasn't going to let us in." Persephone muttered as the two gazed around the large, over decorated room.
"Money gets you anywhere..."
She laughed out loud. "I think you scared him, with all the blood in your hair and your big, metal arm! By the way, how did you take a shower without blowing a circuit?" Persephone felt like she had drunken five cups of coffee, she was on such a high, and after the both of them had cleaned up, she felt even more so. She spun around the large Hotel room. "Remember when I first gave it to you? You were so young then. We both were." She muttered, wrapping her arms around her waist. "That was a long time ago, wasn't it?" She turned to him, her breath catching when she found him closer than she had thought.
"Really, Persephone, you're making us sound old." He said with a wry grin. She returned the smirk. The look slowly dissipated as he looked down at her. "I'm glad you're okay." He said slowly before he pulled her into an embrace.
"Folken, I..." Her head rested gently against his chest and she sighed contentedly.
Her heat was still above normal and as her body pressed into his he felt shivers shooting through his system. He pulled away quickly, embarrassed as he felt the tightening in his groin. He turned from her, his face slightly reddening. He coughed. "Sorry, I just-"
He turned to her again, a confused look on her face. She reached out to him and he took her hands gently, standing at arms length. He looked down at the delicate hands before turning her palms up. He frowned as he took in the pink scars that deformed the surface. "How did you get these?"
"In the battle, someone came at me with a sword. I... grabbed the blade with my hands. I completely forgot about it." She said, a small smile on her face.
Folken nodded. "I doubt you'll be able to fight again, with the damage done."
She laughed. "That's a relief-" Her breath caught in her throat as he used his good hand and ran his fingers over the scar. The skin was sensitive and the heat of his hands on her palms seemed to spread without her. She released a shuttering breath. They stayed like that for maybe a minute before Persephone couldn't contain it any longer. She pushed forward and pushed her lips to his desperately. He stood frozen for a moment, the lips unnaturally and erotically hot against his own, before he responded, his metal arm curling around her waist, pushing her against him.
She gasped through the kiss as she felt his now evident erection against her inner thigh. His lips left hers and she let out a small growl in objection before it died in her throat as his lips followed her jaw line, down to her throat, to her collarbone. He paused, his hands hovering over her blouse. "Are you sure about his?" He murmured, his breath hot against her neck, his eyes slightly lowered.
"Oh, hell, yes." She muttered. He responded immediately, his hands fumbling with the buttons on her shirt. In frustration he ripped it from her body, revealing a simple and plain bra, one she had gotten long ago. Folken moved slowly, as if it were a dream he didn't want to wake up from. His hands inched behind her back before reaching the strap. With a simple movement of his hand, it went loose. He looked up at her, almost uncertainly; perhaps afraid she had changed her mind. He was met with her gaze, clouded with passion, and she shifted her shoulders, the material sliding down a bit before falling to the ground. She took a short breath in as the cooler air hit her bare skin.
"Persephone, I... I've never done this before. I'm afraid I'll disappoint you." He muttered honestly. She stared into his eyes a moment longer before smiling.
"Is it even possible for you to disappoint me?" A tear ran down her cheek. "I love you, Folken. I love you."
A smile cracked his face, overjoyed, before he continued on. His mouth ran down her breast before he reached the center. He paused before his tongue flashed out, teasing the tip of her nipple, and she gasped in, her hands wringing through his hair. He covered its tip with his mouth before sucking at it. A whimper broke from her mouth, which only put him into more of a passioned frenzy.
As he continued with her breast, his hand slipped below the waste band of her pants, searching for what he knew was there. He pushed his fingers against her wetness and she took even more of an intake of breath than before, a sweat breaking out over her shuddering form. He continued on with her chest as he slipped his fingers further, and then into her. She let out a moan as he brought them in and out of her in a steady motion.
"Folken, get up... Folken... Folken!" She hissed out now, annoyed through her passion. She reached down and placed her hands between his legs, squeezing, bringing him up. He gasped in, his hand slipping out from between her legs, his mouth pulling away from her chest. He looked up at her, slightly confused, before she pushed him back, kissing him, onto the bed behind. As they hit the mattress she pulled away slightly from his lips and tongue. "I need... you... inside of me..." She muttered, having a hard time finding her breath.
She pulled at his shirt, lifting it from his chest, before her hands played against it. She stared at her flesh against his for a second, him watching her. He moved slowly, his hands unbuttoning her pants. She complied and pushed herself to her knees, slightly agitated that it was taking her so long to remove the material. But, in the end, it landed at the side of the bed and she helped Folken take off his own pants.
She could see him straining against the material of his undergarments and she moved swiftly, pulling it from him, to his knees, where he took care of the rest. She looked down at his erection, her hands hovering over him, before falling to him. She ran the tips of her fingers over his tip, teasingly. He let out a groan before pushing her back and literally ripping her underwear away with his metal hand. She reached up to him, grasping hold of him, before guiding him to her center. "Folken-"
Her breath left her as he entered into her. She closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling. This was different. Different than the other times, when it was forced. No, he fit her perfectly. Perfectly.
The rhythm started slow, as he moved in and out of her gently, almost afraid that he'd hurt her. But as the tightening in his groin grew even more intense, he lost control. The beat increased, her rising to each stroke, and he began to pound into her, both grunting with effort.
Persephone felt her muscles tighten around him and she cried out as the ecstasy hit her in waves, crashing over her form in sets. At the feeling of her tightening around him, he released, and a howl erupted from him, along with something else. As she felt him fill her she was taken unawares, her eyes going wide as her body slumped and relaxed, as feathers floated down, to her face, tickling her nose. His full weight fell against her, his head to her breasts, and his two, stardust wings surrounded the two of them, Persephone unable to see anything except his flushed face and his glowing feathers. Their lips met in a soft kiss before he pulled away slightly, his wings still extended, and he placed his head on her chest, listening to her heartbeats and the rise and fall of her ribcage as she breathed. She sighed, her solace there for one moment in time, and she ran her hands through his hair before her eyelids fluttered closed in a content sleep.
Author's Note: So there it is. Please read and review! Forgive me if it stank. I don't have much... erm... experience in this field. Next part coming soon!