Broken
...Twenty-seventh Part: Krad...
The feeling of him inside me was incredible. At first, it was a bit painful, but as my body adjusted around him, I was overwhelmed with pleasure. He kept hitting something inside of me that sent my body into spasms and messed with my vision. Our bodies were both slick with sweat, but for that I could care less.
Dark leaned down to kiss me, pushing my legs against my chest – a movement that allowed him to penetrate me even deeper. I cried out hoarsely into our kiss, digging my fingers into his back and clenching my legs around his waist as orgasm surged through my body.
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Flying. I hadn't used my wings for so long. Dark and I stepped out into the night and I moaned loudly when the cool air touched the brilliant feathers. Holding his hand loosely in mine, I just stood there for a while, relishing in the intoxicating feeling. I suddenly felt that I had boundless energy, and I felt drunk with it. I hadn't flown on my own before. I'd never yet flown in my own body.
I didn't have to fight for it.
Dark smirked at me. He was laughing. "Well?" he asked. "What are you waiting for?"
I opened my mouth to make some remark, but I couldn't speak and couldn't even recall what I was going to say. My fingers slipped away from his as I took off into the sky.
Dark simply stood where he was, watching me for a while as I sped through the night, turning all manner of erotic, experimental tricks in the air. I'd never felt this... free, before. No one opposed me, and I was faster than before with the lack of resistance, because it was just me. I rose higher into the sky, letting my eyes slip closed as I drifted.
Something soft and smooth touched my mouth and I recognized Dark's lips instantly. I kissed him back and he wrapped his arms around my waist. I inched my fingers up under his shirt to caress his warm skin.
But then he pulled away, darting off toward the sea. I opened my eyes, stunned as I watched him go. Shaking my head to find my senses again, I shot after him. "DARK!" My voice was something of a shout and a whine combined. "Get back here!"
Dark laughed and kept going. If anything, he went faster. "If you want me, you're gonna have to catch me!" he taunted.
I chased him for at least an hour, diving through the air and swerving around obstacles such as trees, buildings, or windmills. Finally, when we were both beginning to tire, I caught up to him, grabbing his ankle.
He tried to shake me off, but I held on stubbornly, trying not to laugh. "Let go!" he demanded.
"No!" I gave his leg a firm yank, pulling him back to me and wrapping my arms around his waist.
As we fought playfully together, we lost altitude. Dark folded his arms protectively over my head as we plummeted to the ground, sliding across dew-soaked grass to a halt.
I swallowed the scream that wanted to force its way up my throat.
"Well, I have to admit," Dark laughed, "That wasn't one of our better ideas." Then he must have noticed I wasn't moving. "Krad? Krad, what's wrong? What happened?"
I shook my head, not wanting to open my mouth because I might still scream. I clutched my hand to my chest and just tried to breathe. I'd broken one of my fingers in our crash, and it hurt! The pain shot halfway up my arm.
Dark tried to pry my good hand away to see what the problem was. "Let me see," he ordered gently.
I shook my head again, but I let him take my hand. My finger looked bad. It was horribly crooked – angles that fingers shouldn't be in.
"Do you want me to straighten it for you?"
"No!" My voice was hardly more than a squeak.
Dark tried to wipe the tears away, which were still streaming down my face uncontrollably. "Either I straighten it, or you do it yourself."
I didn't want to do it myself. When I didn't answer, Dark began messing with it without my consent. I bit my sleeve to muffle my cries. Thankfully, he worked quickly and accurately. My finger was straight again and although it hurt, it didn't hurt quite as bad as it had before. And now it would heal.
Dark pulled me to him, his arms around my shoulders and back, holding me while I recovered from the little mishap.
I managed to smile through the lingering pain.
This breaking my finger? It was nothing.
I'd had worse.
And I was mended.
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Whoa! Congrats to me for finishing my 3rd fic! That's it for this story, but I should be making an EXTRAS page will all my thoughts, ideas, and anything I might've left out. Thanks for reviewing! I really appreciate it! (big smile)
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