by Olivia March
But at least some of that worry was put to rest now. Nefarion looked as hale and healthy as he had before he’d left. His silky black hair was perfection, and his armor was unblooded. And, strangely, his hands were full. Very full.
“What on earth is all that?” Annabelle asked, bemused. She could see a pillow and a down comforter, both so large they nearly concealed Nefarion’s body.
“If we were on my world, I could give you a soft bed for your first time. I would stoke a real fire for you, and we could consummate our union under the stars. If we were in Balruin, we could bathe in the Jaloise falls and soothe your aches after our passion is spent. But here…your planet is a ruin. There’s no safe place I could take you to enjoy these luxuries. But even still, I would make your first time better than the cold floor of a damp cave.”
Annabelle watched in amazement as he laid out the blanket and pillow at the foot of her bed. And then she saw the water, booze, and chocolate. She had no idea why he’d gotten chocolate, but just the sight of it made her drool. It had always been a sweet, delicious addiction for her, and she hadn’t had any in more than three long months. But the pillow, and blanket, and the wine…it was all so romantic. And she hadn’t thought Nefarion possessed a romantic bone in his body. Indeed, he’d basically told her that himself, that Balruin Keepers were brutal savages with no softness inside them. But here he was, laying items at her feet like a caring lover.
“I don’t know what to say…thank you for this. Really. I know you think this is a bad idea, but I’m so glad you’re willing to put aside your doubts for one night. When I think about how uncertain my future is, I’m just so damn happy that I get to choose who my first lover will be. I have you to thank for that. You saved me from being raped, and now you’re giving me tonight.”
Nefarion crouched before her then, giving her an up-close look at all that luminescent skin and those dark, penetrating eyes. One of his brows winged upwards at her words, though the rest of his face retained its usual passivity. Then one of his hands slowly extended and cupped her chin, pulling her closer, and closer, until their lips were mere inches from touching. Annabelle’s breath caught as she held Nefarion’s gaze, knowing it was important to show no hesitation.
“What is it you think about me, little Annabelle? That tonight will be a one-time affair? Do you think my hunger for you could be so easily satisfied? That I would take your innocence and walk out of this cave tomorrow like nothing occurred here?”
Annabelle tensed. His voice didn’t sound angry, but there was something there, an undercurrent that she wasn’t experienced enough with men to decipher. Hell, she could have had a dozen human lovers and that wouldn’t aid her in figuring out Nefarion at all. He was a strange, mysterious sort of person, completely alien in every way.
“Well…you said we’d find Mithrain tomorrow. And then you’ll want to take him back to your camp. I just thought that once we had Mithrain and we go back that our association would be at an end. So tonight, will be our only chance to…do things.”
Annabelle watched, bemused, as Nefarion smirked. The half-smile even reached his eyes. And then he released her chin and stood. He backed away a few paces, until she could easily see all of him. And then he started the painstaking process of removing his knives. Annabelle had seen this before, but it still impressed her that he could hold that many weapons on his person. Some of them were out in the open to see, but many were hidden in all that black armor. And then they were all on the floor, meticulously placed in a semi-circle around his body.
“I think you’ve misunderstood what’s going to occur here tonight on that mat, young one.” Nefarion didn’t pause when he spoke, moving from his weapons to his armor. Annabelle was riveted, so distracted by the sight of that black armor finally coming off that she almost didn’t process what he was saying. And when she did…
“What does that mean Nefarion? I offered myself to you for the night, and you accepted. What am I misunderstanding?”
“I never said this would be for one night. It won’t be for one night, that I can promise you.”
Nefarion continued to remove his armor, until finally Annabelle saw his bared chest. And what a chest it was. Nefarion was so tall, and lean, but the black armor hid a lot. Now that it was gone, Annabelle could see just how chiseled and cut Nefarion was. His muscles were defined, from pecs down to his washboard abs. And across his chest, in vivid black ink, was some mythical beast. It resembled a dragon, starting at his heart and flying down his torso before the tail disappeared down the right side of his pants. The ink glimmered in the dim light, giving the dragon creature the appearance of movement, and menace. But what was that he said?
“What do you mean, not for one night? I just explained…”
“You explained what you thought, and I corrected you. You offered yourself to me, and I accepted. I accepted not for one night, but for all nights.” Nefarion removed his boots then, and then unsnapped his pants. But Annabelle couldn’t be distracted this time.
“For all nights? What does that even mean?” Annabelle watched Nefarion with more trepidation now, keeping her eyes on his face instead of watching what was going on with his pants. What he was saying was beginning to alarm her. There was more than a hint of possession in his tone. Annabelle didn’t know him all that well, but being possessed by him beyond a simple fling seemed a rather dangerous proposition.
“It means, young one, that when I make you mine, which will happen very, very soon, that you will be mine. And I will be yours. Not only for tonight, but for always.”
And with that the pants came off. Annabelle’s eyes darted down, unable to resist the urge to peek, even as his words were ringing around inside her head. Her mouth dropped, and she stared at his privates like a beached fish. Annabelle had seen naked men before, on television, in pictures. They’d done nothing to prepare her for what she was seeing now. Nothing could have prepared her for the sheer carnality of all that naked maleness bared to her eyes.
Nefarion just stood, arms to his sides, allowing her to see all of him. She saw how the muscles of his chest were sculpted, a rippling wave of muscle that extended down to that ridged abdomen. She saw how that tattoo snaked around his right thigh all the way to his foot. She saw the muscles of his thighs and calves so sharply defined. She even noted his strong, strangely elegant feet in passing. But what she really saw, and couldn’t look away from, was Nefarion’s rampant erection. They hadn’t even began touching yet, but Nefarion’s dick looked huge and menacing and altogether too ready for what was to come.
Annabelle swallowed hard, pulling her fascinated gaze back up Nefarion’s body to look him in the eye. Not for tonight he’d said, but for always. How could he possibly be serious about that? What kind of future could they have? They were both in the middle of a war, and even when it was over, Annabelle’s place was here on Earth, and Nefarion’s place was back in Balruin. Nefarion was so closemouthed that he was still mostly a mystery to her. They had chemistry and they had lust, but that didn’t mean they’d make a good “forever” couple. Surely, he knew that?
“I’m sorry Nefarion, but that’s not what I intended with my offer. I can’t promise you forever. After tonight we will find your friend. More likely we’ll find your friend’s body. And before long we’ll be back at your camp and we will go our separate ways. I just want this one night with you, that’s all I’m asking and all I’m offering.”
Annabelle’s breath stalled as a half-smile appeared again on Nefarion’s face. The Keeper was unbelievably gorgeous at all times, but when he smiled Annabelle felt the breath literally leave her body. She waited but Nefarion made no reply to her words. And then he was walking back towards her, not stopping until his intimidating erection was close enough to touch. Annabelle’s fingers itched to reach out and see how it felt in her hand. She wanted to taste it too, something she’d always thought sounded a little gross but was now so tempting.
“Stand up, Annabelle.” Nefarion’s voice held a h
int of command, and Annabelle found herself complying without thought. Standing brought her eyes level with those of the dragon, and she could smell that intoxicating scent of summer storms coming off Nefarion’s skin, making her knees weak. She wanted to lean forward and touch her tongue to all that beautiful skin…and why not? He’d agreed, hadn’t he? Before she chickened out, Annabelle leaned forward slightly and pressed her lips over Nefarion’s heart.
Her first impression was heat. His skin might look cold, but it was very hot to the touch, something she hadn’t been able to ascertain until now. She felt his breath still but didn’t want to stop. Annabelle opened her mouth and let her tongue lightly touch that silky skin, surprised and intrigued by the slightly salty taste. Her hands came up slowly, stroking gently from his hands up to his shoulders, marveling at the taunt muscles straining beneath the surface. Annabelle slowly tracked her lips over his dragon before following its path down his body before stopping at those washboard abs. She couldn’t help but stroke those with her hands as well, marveling at the feel of them. Outside of movies who really had abs like these?
“You really hide a lot under that armor Nefarion,” she said before stroking her hands around to caress the small of his back. Part of her couldn’t believe she was being so bold with a dangerous animal like Nefarion, but this was going to be her only chance. Every experience she wanted to have with him had to be now, there was no time for hesitance.
Nefarion didn’t reply, not in words anyway. But he began quickly and efficiently stripping her of every article of clothing until she was as naked as he. Being so exposed, imperfect as she was compared to her lover, was intimidating. But Nefarion didn’t give her a chance to stew on it, once he had her clothes off, she suddenly found herself on her back with a huge, hard Keeper right on top of her. And not just on top of her, but laying between her legs, his erection pressing against her left thigh.
Annabelle felt a moment of fear that he would just take her like an animal like he had threatened to do, with no preparation whatsoever, but his hips remained still. He moved his hands instead, one moving to the back of her head, and the other sliding up her torso to cup her breast. Annabelle’s gasp at the contact was caught with Nefarion’s lips as they snared her own. He conquered her with that kiss, there was no other way to describe it. Nefarion took total control, dominating her with his lips and slaying her with his tongue.
Annabelle could hardly breathe, her body consumed with lust finally being given free rein. Nefarion stole every breath she managed to take and replaced it with his own, and it was so disturbingly intimate that Annabelle felt like she was suffocating in a way, but perversely wanted more. She lifted her knees and gripped Nefarion’s hips, the ache in her sex demanding to be eased. And it wasn’t the only part that wanted more attention, her nipples stiffening and becoming desperately tight and needy. Annabelle lifted a hand and pressed Nefarion’s harder against her breast, demanding without words that Nefarion ease her aches.
He didn’t rush to obey though, but continued to kiss her for a time instead, as though to show her who was in charge. His tongue forayed into her mouth again and again, claiming that space for his own, tangling with her own tongue in an intimate mimicry of what was to come. When he finally broke the kiss, allowing Annabelle to gasp in some much-needed air, he moved south, kissing and licking his way down the column of her neck. Halfway down Annabelle felt a sharp pain there, gasping as she realized that he’d bitten her on the neck. The slight pain sent a shaft of pleasure arrowing down to her pussy, and Annabelle convulsively tightened her knees and lifted her hips, seeking relief. Being bitten caused such a surge of heat that Annabelle felt her lips open and desperate, hungry words fell out of them, begging Nefarion to come inside her.
But Nefarion wasn’t in a rush. He didn’t take her up on the invitation, deciding instead of slink down until he could feast on her sensitive breasts. Her nipples were taut and aching, the hot, wet caress of Nefarion’s tongue bringing a welcome relief from the throbbing there, but it also caused her sex to contract painfully again. She wouldn’t stop him for the world though, instead grabbing handfuls of his silky hair to pull him even closer, to push him to suckle her harder. And in this he did obey, going from teasing licks to strong pulls in the space of a heartbeat. Both breasts were treated to this lavish attention, and Annabelle could only hold on tight and ride the waves of pleasure as they crested over and over.
And just when Annabelle thought she really couldn’t take any more, she felt one of Nefarion’s hands slip down her body and with quick and ruthless efficiency penetrated her sex with two of those long, deft fingers. The feel of those digits thrusting inside her tight channel sent Annabelle flying, her whole body tensing as liquid fire raced up and down her spine, tingling through all her limbs. Her breathing stuttered, and perhaps even her heart did too, leaving Annabelle gasping and moaning in turn as she rode out the most powerful orgasm of her whole life.
Through it all Nefarion was still. Annabelle saw him watching her with those dark eyes, giving away nothing of his own feelings. Where she was breathing like she’d run a marathon, Nefarion was so stiff he could have been a statue. But he didn’t give her time to dwell on how awkward it was to be so consumed with passion while her partner was just not. No, once she’d somewhat calmed from that first storm of passion she found Nefarion’s lips once again on her own, dominating, arousing, giving no quarter. Annabelle whimpered behind the kiss, wanting to beg for a few moments to calm, positive she couldn’t handle another round of intensity like that so soon.
Perhaps Nefarion knew what she would ask him, because he never released her lips. They stayed glued on Annabelle’s as his hands went scouting to once again to restoke the flames of her desire for him. No inch of skin was left unmapped; Nefarion was trying to learn her body even better than she knew it. His strong, sure touch ruthlessly pushed her body back up the heights until all she could think of was having him inside her. Not just his fingers, no. This time she wanted the full experience, and she wanted it now. And since Nefarion seemed to want to take his time still, Annabelle decided more aggression was needed on her part.
Annabelle released Nefarion’s hair, and slowly stroked them over his back instead. She took a little time here to do a little mapping herself, tracing all those delicious muscles with the tips of her fingers. Nefarion arched into her touch like a cat, clearly enjoying the attention, but Annabelle didn’t linger, not this time. She let one hand drift town to lightly cup one taut cheek of Nefarion’s backside while the other she pulled around the hip until finally reaching her lover’s cock. She circled it with her fingers as well as she could, not able to wrap completely around the girth, before slowly stroking her hand from hilt to head. She marveled at how soft the skin was, while at the same time covering such hardness, like silk on steel. And she wondered, now that she had him in here hand, how she could possibly fit him inside her body.
There was no place for cold feet here though. After a brief hesitation while Annabelle explored his shaft, Nefarion redoubled the intensity of his kisses and caresses. Her body was quickly brought to the brink again, fueled by the increased urgency in Nefarion’s own passion. But this time…this time he didn’t let her fly. This time, right as she was about to come once again, Nefarion replaced his fingers with his cock, lining up and shoving deep inside before Annabelle could change her mind.
Searing pain shot through Annabelle’s sex, her cry of pain caught in Nefarion’s mouth, as all her sounds had been. He was relentless in that kiss, his tongue plunging deep as his shaft was doing, carving out a place for himself in her most intimate parts. Annabelle tried to pull away, sure she couldn’t handle the pain anymore, when suddenly…suddenly Nefarion was seated all the way inside her, his heavy balls resting against her ass. As the pain began to ease, Annabelle took stock of her body, realizing that somehow, even with that horrible shock of pain, her body still desperately wanted to climax. The proof was in her hands, which had somehow both come down to
grip Nefarion’s chiseled ass, holding him inside her instead of pushing him away.
Annabelle doubted she could have budged Nefarion in any case. He was so deep inside her that he was a part of her now. Even when they parted ways, Annabelle knew she would remember this time with him forever. And if she lived long enough to take another lover, that man would be measured against Nefarion and how he made her feel. He owned her body and soul in this moment, and anyone who came after would never compare.
For now, she was his, and he was hers. The feel of him inside her was hard to describe. She felt filled, and possessed, and overwhelmed. Nefarion was so large that her body struggled to contain him, aching from the pressure. Surprisingly, Nefarion had halted his movements once he was fully inside her. Annabelle realized he was giving her body time to adjust to him, and felt her heart trip a little. He talked a big game about how brutal his people were, and how savage he himself was. But when it came down to it he was again showing her kindness, a kindness he’d told her he didn’t possess. Touched, Annabelle slid her hands up again to his hair, cradling his head as she returned his kisses with more fervor than before, trying to show him without words though she appreciated his restraint, she wanted him to show her the rest now.
Nefarion began moving again then, slowly at first, letting Annabelle feel the explicit push and pull of their mating. Her whole existence felt centered on where they were joined, each thrust and retreat spinning pure pleasure through her whole body. Having Nefarion over her, in her, kissing her and holding her, was incredible. She gripped his back, feeling the muscles flex under her hands, enjoying the feel of all that power moving over her so carefully. Before long she wasn’t content with the leisurely pace and began pushing upwards, asking without words for Nefarion to take her harder. But he wouldn’t. He thrust deep, and steady, holding her down with ease as he stroked her passion higher, and higher.