Alpha: Part 2 of 2 drabbles back then that motivated me to do the Averian Rose Story that I am very much working on.
Disclaimer: same as the first…
Many Worlds One Shot Collection
The Sin of Comfort II (Lightning/Hope very VERY Mature, so srs.)
She shuddered, her body quivering from the deep rooted lust he was bringing to the surface of her being.
Hope's mistress bit her bottom lip. The soft sounds of her moans enticing him to continue his journey to satisfy her in every way. He had dreamt of the day when he could help sooth her aches. Aches that only came from one not giving into temptation to love and explore their own self.
She bottled up all her desires, refusing to let them flow and overtake her. Now that he was here, he would see to his lady knowing pleasure and reaching nirvana.
He loved to watch her writhe under the touch of his fingers and the touch of his lips. Lady Lightning was beautiful to him when she was lost in the realm of desire. Her blue eyes would close; her perk pink lips would become parted to let loose the sounds of her pleasure. Her light cherry colored hair would be splayed around her to contrast with the dark colors of silk sheets.
Right hand tenderly caressing the skin of her cheek, the swan like slope of her neck, the firm heavy feel of her breasts that she still kept hidden from his view; but only barely. On summer nights like these, she would wear thinly veiled camisole tops, in which he could still see the full roundness of her breasts and the dusky rose tips of her nipples. The taut expanse of her abdomen, the curvaceous regions of waist and hips, the soft firm shape of her long sultry legs.
His lips would then take the place of his hand. Kiss her cheek, the neck where her vein could be seen, her collarbone, the place between her bosom. He'll kiss, then lick before finally biting not too hard on a pert nipple through her night shirt.
Left hand moving tantalizingly over her most sacred place, making her jerk with the slightest touches, teasing her before giving way to touch her further within. He'll remove the thin cotton layer of undergarment, as the material would trail its way down her thighs, legs, to her ankles and feet.
Now, the lower half of her developed body was bared to him. He wasted no time, diving into her, fingers sliding down against her most precious place. He would open her up, rub her slow, rub her fast, going further, feeling her around his fingers. She would be warm, moist, wet…tight.
Her face would become red and contort in pleasure. He'll move slow, he'll move fast, steady, impatient, soft, hard, and with every tempo of motion he will be closer and closer to bringing her to the peak. And the closer she came to that point, her sighs would grow, her moans louder, her back arching, her legs widening, her fist tightening around the sheets.
Watching her was fascinating. He marveled at the power he had to see his lady, a woman known to be cold on the surface to those around her, lose herself to more forbidden appetites. It made him groan softly, it was very pleasing to see what he does to her.
And he wouldn't let her unwind all her pent up tension just yet…no, he'll stop the motion of his fingers, as she panted and whined. He'll move down lower, his lips kissing her inner thighs, before his mouth would join with his fingers to continue the onslaught upon his lady's body.
Her taste was sweet, her smell, erotic and he had to have more of her. He was greedy, and selfish, and spoiled by her and because of her.
At least for the small moments he immersed himself into loving his lady, he was grateful to those other women who had once sought to use and play with him against his will. The skills he had learned from them proved to be useful to him now. He never knew he would ever come to wanting to use them to please another woman, but for his lady…Hope would move the world for her if he could find a way to.
She let out a sort of cry that sounded like a sob. Her legs slowly beginning to release their tight hold upon his shoulders and once again, Hope was kissing her thighs tenderly before letting her go.
And when it was over and his lady would come back to her senses, she would stare into his eyes for a mere moment. She would be in awe before the familiar feeling of shame will wash over her. Her face will be flushed from embarrassment, humiliation, and loss. Coming down from her orgasm; she'll look away then, turning her body away from him, refusing to say anything for the rest of the night.
At this point, Hope always had the option of staying with her or leaving. And every time afterwards, he'll stay. He wanted to stay with her. He didn't want her to feel ashamed. He knew what he was making her partake in was basically asking her to break her promise to him.
It was all screwed up and insane! How he use to loathe the women that used to make him play with them, touching, fondling, squeezing, petting…He hated the station he was forced into and wanted out. And out he did, by the help of his new owners.
Yet, he ends up finding himself back into the role of a pleasure pet for another older woman. Only this time, it was he who wanted to play and the mistress unwilling. He knows Lightning could send him away, she could become angry and cold and dismiss him for these selfish acts he couldn't help but commit on her.
She never did, and Hope had selfishly used her act of kindness and her ability to say 'no' to him against her. He couldn't explain it; it was just something about her that he desired to have. He desired her and he made it very clear to her every night she allowed him to entertain himself with pleasing her.
"I'm sorry Light," he will tell her, moving closer to her, patting her shoulder and leaving tiny kisses there; caressing his cheek softly against her arm.
"I'm sorry, I don't want you to feel ashamed, it's my fault that I'm so needy. I enjoy loving you, I'm glad that you allow me to…my lady."
She'll turn around to face him with a frown; she hated him to call her by that title. "I thought I told you not to call me that."
She would then hug him close, burying her face within his still growing chest. Hope would just wistfully smile. It was a sign of hiding herself, she still felt ashamed about what she allowed him to do to her.
He wouldn't say anything more; he'll allow his mistress to fall to the world of dreams. Having her hold him was enough for now.
Someday, you'll come to accept this, my lady."
Alpha: *shrugs* Yea…I still to this day don't know whether to feel elated or horrified that I even thought of this or that this drabble sparked what would eventually become Averian Rose…my mind is a dark place.