And She Danced

((Author's Note: I really should update more often. Must do something about that.))

Still she danced, her body swaying, like a blade of grass kissed by the wind, and he stared, unrelenting, at the dusky blue form. The curve of her hip, the swell of breast, moving, shifting, thrusting to an unheard drumbeat.

And his heart beat with the thrum of that unheard drum, as he stepped from his hiding place, there in the crook of rock and sand.

And she danced,
And she slowed,
And she stopped.

Eyes of golden fire flickered open, dreamily, as if waking from a haze, eyes of tiger’s eye searched the golden shore, eyes of primal glint followed the sand, up to him.

And she stopped.

He stood, for the first time in as many years unsure of his footing, heart beating like a schoolboy’s, and he stared, and he watched – for the first time in decades empty of rage, of anger. And she watched, eyes locked with his, hawk-like, wild and fierce, an uncomplicated stare. Reading, scanning, seeking the music within him. Dusky lips parted in a feral grin, and she danced, her hips shifting, lifting her hand to him.

Dance with me, her eyes requested, glinting and serene,
Dance with me, her hips beckoned, swaying side to side,
Dance with me, her hand offered, with a twist of her fingers, crooking.

And One
Two
Three steps,

Then four, he walked ‘cross the beach, his armor dropping piece by piece and littering the sand, belt and buckler, boots and bracers, till he stood before her, naked, and slowly took her by the hand.

And they danced.

Her hand led his to her waist, her eyes staring fiercely into his, hips shifting, swaying, showing, leading the way. This was not a dance of night elves – this was not an artful series of steps, this was raw, this was different, and her lips bowed in a smile, a secret hidden in the corner. For she knew the ways of the warrior, she read it in his eyes, she read the sadness within him, the rage, the anger, the despair.

And they danced, and she moved, slowly and with precision, her body swaying closer, and closer, until dusky nipples grazed his chest. His eyes never left her, drinking in that feral gaze, and as her body touched his, he stopped, blinking, confused.

This was wrong.

But her hands moved over his skin, just so, her eyes soothed him, told him without words that it was all right, it would always be all right, and her artful fingers teased him, sliding from chest to waist and lower still, until she slipped a hand about him. The breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding expelled – and his hand slipped from her waist, higher, the steps of this dance lost to him long ago, slipping his hand about her dusky orb. The other dropping lower, to the curve of her ass, squeezing. She breathed, a feral, low purr, urging him on, and he grazed his rough thumb over the darkened, tight bud of her swollen breast.

And they danced.

She wove herself against him with an unbidden purr, stroking him, pulling, tugging at his hardened cock with a sea-kissed hand, and locking a leg about him, she lowered them both to the sand.

And they danced.

Swift as the river, she was atop him, her lips whispering along his skin, tongue lapping at the nape of his neck – straddling him and pulling back to stare into his eyes. His eyes, which spoke a sadness, an empty, lonely place. Leaning forward, her tusks grazed the side of his face, her teeth nipping one long slender ear – her pussy, warm and slick, grazing the head of his cock with artful, calculated strokes. Another graceful movement and he was within her, slipping into her tight folds with barely a thought, before he could protest.

And they danced, she above, he below, her hips moving, rocking to the sounds of the sky, the song of the earth, of the sea, of the grass – and the moon watched over her daughter, sister stars glimmering with giddy glee at the sight of the two, entwined on the beach. The warrior closed his eyes, feeling the tight embrace of her slick pussy grasp and hold his cock, the two dancing to a beat of their own, and his eyes opened in confused and quiet wonder, to drink in the female, all curves and grace, moving effortlessly above him.

His hands rose to her breasts, squeezing, coarse thumbs flicking over the pebbled nipples, and she opened her eyes and smiled, leaning over to offer them to his lips, his tongue. Licking each roughly in turn, he pulled one between his lips and suckled, the rhythm of their heated bodies never ceasing, and his eyes closed, and his ears twitched, and suddenly he heard:

The rush of the ocean’s waves, lapping at the shore,
The rustle of far-off plains, the grass whispering its secrets,
The gentle thrumming of the earth beneath him, echoing his heart.

And he understood, then – in an instant, understood her dance, understood her heart. He looked up at her, his eyes glimmering in dawning recognition, and she danced, ever faster, gazing down at him as she roughly impaled herself upon his length. Hawk-like eyes narrowed, and she gave him a nod – and he took the lead, flipping the two of them over, scattering the sand, lifting her ankles to his shoulders. And he danced, plunging deep within her, harder and harder, faster and faster, grunting with every movement and eliciting a primal moan from the blue-skinned girl.

One step
Two steps
Three steps
Four, and she moaned and tightened about him, crying her release to the sky – and the warrior thrust deep within her, grinding his hips to hers, and felt something in him melt away as he came, thick streams of cum, warm and sticky, pooling within the girl’s belly.

And she grinned, and she watched as he pulled from her, gasping. And she sat up, eyes glittering, to offer her hand once more – for this dance had several steps, and they’d hardly begun. He took it, pulling her to her knees, and she licked her lips, lowering her head…

And he watched her tongue dart forth to his already hardening cock, her eyes locked with his, and the moon waited with baited breath to see what next he would do.