Addiction

His hand trailed down her side almost gingerly as they shared another intense kiss, her body trembling beneath his fingers. When at last they broke, her eyes bore into his with an intensity bordering on madness. A distraction, that was what she needed, and he seemed willing to provide her with one - she only hoped it was enough to negate the ache, the pang of arcane hunger roaring within her. Impatiently, she yanked against his hand, still encircled by his massive grip, and he smiled again at her, gently, and shook his head. Puzzled and frustrated, she wriggled again, but the glow in his eyes intensified - ah, he enjoyed this. With a low purr her movements shifted from frustration to enticement, and his free hand did what she could not, removing the leather halter she wore with an effortless twist and baring her breasts to his still gentle caresses, the nipples already pebbling in the cool air.

She was stunning, he noted absentmindedly as he continued to pet her soft skin, and more than willing to let him disrobe her. His eyes trailed to her breasts as he eagerly tore off the garment, leaning in for another kiss and grasping one of the plush orbs, his thumb lightly stroking one hardened nipple as she moaned with delight around his probing tongue. His lips smiled against hers, and with a small amount of concentration, he willed the healing energies to his fingertips. With a quirk of an eyebrow, he slid one softly glowing, golden finger delicately over her nipple.

Her reaction was immediate, she drew back, shock dancing over her features, but it was quickly replaced by pure ecstasy as the energies flowed into her. This, this was sheer joy like she'd never experienced before, and she wanted more of it, oh so much more of it, but his hand still held hers entrapped, and his lips moved from her own, sliding down her neck and further as he took her other nipple into his mouth, warming it with soft licks before suckling at it. She moaned, her eyes closing as he continued to play with her breasts, her back arching instinctively as she writhed beneath him.

As much as he pondered the delightful implications of doing this all day, the smell of her arousal was heady in the air and urging him to continue on, and he did, pulling her pants off as easily as the halter before them, his hands still glowing as he trailed his fingers down her side and over her thigh, moving to suckle the other hardened nipple and running a finger over her lips, her legs parting all too eagerly for him. With a groan of appreciation at her willingness to please, he grazed his finger over the sensitive nub of her clit. Where normally keeping the energies flowing would take an inordinate amount of concentration, now there was merely an effortless flow, urged on by the feral wail that sprang from her lips in reaction to that simple touch.

The orgasm that shook her was at once unexpected and easily the most enjoyable experience of her life to date, his touch arousing her beyond all comprehension and the energy caressing and filling her, soothing the ache within her with none of the guilt usually associated with sating that hunger. And as she panted, thighs shaking as the pleasure ebbed, she knew there was nothing more that she wanted than to be filled by him, completely and utterly. His face was still a serene mask of contentment, and he leaned in to kiss her again, releasing her hands finally and allowing her to run them through his hair, over his bare, smooth back, clutching him to her as she mewled urgently at him, grasping at his pants and tugging urgently at them. This was not over, oh no, not yet.

He grinned then, a smile that could be frightening to some, unnerving to others, and helped her remove his pants, letting them fall to the floor as he sprung forth, fully awakened. Her eyes trailed over the length and girth of him, mental calculations evidently not adding up in her head as they widened at the sheer size of him. Smiling again, he slid his hand over her eager lips once more, parting her legs and running a finger over her slick entrance, probing experimentally. The urgent noises she made and the eager thrust of her hips indicated her readiness, and he slid the thick digit in, slowly, letting her tight walls adjust to the size as he danced the finger in and out of her to her satisfied moans of joy.

Her eyes lit eagerly on his glistening cock, and her hands reached out to grasp at it, stroking it deftly and crooning with delight as a thick bead of precum oozed from the tip. Her fingers swept it up and she lifted them to her lips, lapping cautiously at the alien juices. To her surprise, the taste was simliar to that of her own kind, a bit sweeter perhaps, and she closed her eyes, savoring it only to open them again at his soft groan, his own eyes darkening with need as he watched her taste of him. She moved her hands to his shaft once more, squeezing him gently and continuing to stroke him, faster and faster as the pleasure his finger was giving her threatened to overpower her once more.

He grunted as her tiny hands encircled his cock, his hips rocking as she stroked him, and carefully worked a second finger into her tight pussy, gauging her reaction. She moaned, her face a stark contrast of both pain and pleasure, and he concentrated again, willing the energies into her, her cries growing louder and more urgent as her hands moved faster and faster over him. No longer patient to wait, he pulled his fingers from her, causing her to cry out in dismay, a cry that turned to a moan of joy as he moved, positioning himself at her entrance. His hands cupped her breasts roughly, thumbs circling over her nipples and with little warning at all he entered her, sliding into her hot depths.

Dear gods, she had never been so full, his cock thrusting into her, slow but insistent, his whole body glowing now, soft and golden, the light pouring from him into her as he began to move faster in and out of her. His eyes were mad with desire, boring into her own as he plunged in and out, and her body was no longer her own, back arching, legs wrapping tightly around this glowing god that took her and gave her what she so desperately craved, the arcane and the erotic combining into one deft orchestra of movement and sound, the two of them panting as one, moaning as one, and when she came again, clenching tightly around him, he fairly roared with need and burst forth within her, a torrent of cum rushing into her, filling her, the golden light with it, threatening to overflow and burst forth...

He rolled off of her, exhausted and panting, and she rolled atop him, exhausted and panting and so terribly terribly sated as she'd never been before, covering his chest with soft kisses and murmurs of gratitude before she collapsed into a sound and dreamless sleep, the first night of real sleep she'd had in months. He stroked her hair, watching her heavy eyes close, feeling her go limp against him, and drifted off himself.

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In the morning, she awoke, cold. He was gone, the strange pod stripped completely empty of all trace of life save for her clothing neatly folded on the table, her daggers neatly placed on top of them, a bag of supplies and rations left next to them, and a plate of food left considerately next to that.