Random scribbles

Legacy of Kain - Random Scribbles

(of the 'Should not be read by kids under 18' type)

Author's Notes: This new Legacy of Kain series I begin will consist - as the title so clearly states it - of random NC-17 scribbles that pop up into my mind. t set search for any plot, because you won't find any... These are written just for fun. So what do you think? Review if you feel like it, but if you do, please don't flame... too badly :)

Scribble #1

Pairing: Janos Audron / OC (Chiarra)

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: M/F

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As usual at this late hour, Janos Audron was up in his bedchambers, reading. The several candles scattered around the room were almost burned out, and he could sense the approaching dawn. Yet, he read on, caught up in a seemingly interesting passage, when a timid knock on the door distracted him, and he rose his gaze from the tome he had been reading as his youngest fledgling, Chiarra, entered the room. Something about her countenance told him at once that something was troubling her.

"Father." Her voice was shaking slightly, and she struggled to keep her composure as she whispered, "I think that I am ready."

His expression softened, and a paternal smile settled upon his countenance. He marked the page that he had been reading, and then carefully closed the tome and put it aside. Finally, he stood up.

He could sense her anxiety, mingled with just a hint of fear. "Are you sure you want this, child?" he enquired quietly.

She gave a small nod, "Yes."

"All right, then..."

The phrase remained unfinished as Chiarra reached out, timidly, her hand trembling, and ran a hand through his raven-dark hair, while her other hand touched his shoulder lightly.

His response was immediate; as though on their own account, his hands wrapped around her waist, and he pulled her close to him, his lips touching hers in a featherlight kiss. He felt a small shiver running through her body, and he smiled. This would be a night to remember for the both of them.

Gradually, her hands moved to caress the base of his wings, while at the same time she returned the kiss with slightly increased passion. His lips parted a little, and she took chance of it, exploring him with an almost child-like curiosity. As she gathered more courage, her hands slipped beneath his robes, and her icy-cold fingers began to trace the powerful muscles of his chest.

"Are you enjoying this, father?" she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.

"Y-yes..." He drew in a shuddering breath as her tongue traced the delicate outlines of his ear, and then moved lower, caressing his pale blue skin.

By now, his breathing had become unsteady, and tiny droplets of swear mingled with blood had began to gather on his forehead. As passion and lust increased, he acted for the first time, undoing the silken sash that fastened her pristine white robes at the waist. For a second, she ceased her attentions and looked up at him inquiringly, but his gentle smile reassured her at once. Encouraged, she did the same for him, and then she slipped his robes over his shoulders. With a gratious movement, he freed himself from them entirely, and left them fall to the floor in a careless manner.

Chiarra's fingers traveled across his chest, pausing to stroke each nipple in turn and almost maddening him with pleasure. Roughly, he caught her in a crushing embrace once again, and pressed his lips to her in a passionate kiss, forcing her to open her mouth to him. Meanwhile, he pushed her robes aside and began to knead her breasts, his thumbs working over her already aroused nipples. She let out a small moan and rubbed her thighs against his, at the same time struggling gracefully to release herself from her robes, until finally she stood naked before him.

Janos pulled back a little, marveling for several moments at her perfect curves. She smiled, gesturing wordlessly towards the bed. Once there, she motioned for him to lay down, and tenderly removed his last article of clothing, revealing his hardened manhood.

Tentatively, she reached out and stroke his length lightly. He moaned a little, ang hng his back, demanding more attention. She understood, and, leaning down, she placed a light kiss on the head, smiling at his hissing intake of breath. She flicked her tongue over the tip of his manhood, teasing him with small kisses from time to time, until his breathing became erratic, and he began to utter half-coherent words like "Yes!" and "My God!" through gasps and moans. Only then, she took him in her mouth completely.

"P-please... ah... enough!..." he hissed at last.

She stopped and looked up to him. His eyes were burning with a lust she had never before whitnessed in him. Without warning, he pushed her on her back, and entered her in one swift movement.

Chiarra cried out, and clung to his shoulders like a helpless child, unconsciously deepening his penetration. But her brief moment of pain was quickly replaced by unspeakable pleasure, as he began sliding in and out of her, slowly at first, and then with increasing speed and strength as passion overcame them both. Eventually, she cried out as her climax ravaged through her; and, with one last thrust, he came as well, his warm seed spilling deep inside her.

After that, they lay next to each other for a long time, until at last he spoke.

"Was this what you expected, child?"

She nuzzled closer to him. "Well... not exactly", she said after a brief moment of thinking.

He arched an eyebow. "Not...?"

"It was better." She gave a little chuckle. you you were wonderful."

"You think?" he asked, flattered despite himself.

She kissed his cheek lightly. "With every beat of my dark little heart."

~ End ~