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Anika Nyame
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PostPosted: Fri Sep 27, 2024 11:11 am


Aella's expression, girl on the right

Aella blinked, her brain flatlining for a solid second. She just stared at him, jaw slightly slack, her mind scrambling to process what he'd just said. “Uh... do you?” she blurted out, dumbfounded, her mouth working faster than her thoughts. Slender brows furrowed as she stared at him like he’d just spoken in another language. Boyfriend and girlfriend? What did that even mean to him? The last official relationship she'd had didn't end well... This was not where she thought the conversation was headed—at all.

This conversation was only getting dumber and dumber with every passing second. Mephitis surprising Aella was his own question and then Aella suprising Mephitis right back. Well, wasn't it obvious that he wanted to be in a relationship if he was asking. Had he not been confident enough the first time he said it. The fool started to straighten up as if he was going to ask Aella to prom. His eyes focusing in on her and trying to take on a more determined look. Although, it was blatantly obvious that he was so nervous. He even cleared his throat before saying. "Yes. So please go out with me." Please? Spare a crumb of your time for me, Miss? Why did he feel like he was failing left and right suddenly.


Still that face.

Was he... confessing to her then? There was clearly a disconnect happening by the expression on her face, that was only made worse by the fact that she was still in her underwear with her arms crossed over her chest. "I didn't think you liked me like that." Aella replied, still processing.



Those blue-ish eyebrows went up and Mephitis jaw dropped as Aella said that. She didn't think he liked her like that!? How had it not been obvious?! Was he seriously that bad at sending signals out there that he was into her. He didn't even give Akyrie a scale! He just held onto her in a stunned silence for a while before saying, "I do. I have for a long time." Mephitis blinked a few times before adding. "Guess I really suck at romance if it wasn't obvious."



Aella's mouth opened and then closed, the dumbass look still on her face. Did she want to be in a relationship? Would that change anything? She couldn't deny there had been times when he had been such a ******** a*****e and she'd been jealous of the thought that he would have never been like that with Akyrie, but did that mean she wanted that title? "What if I'm not a good girlfriend?" Random verbal garbage, that still wasn't an answer. However, she hadn't flat out rejected him. Why hadn't she just told him no? There'd been so many times she'd told Zen she didn't want to be committed... why hadn't that come out of her mouth just then?


What if she wasn't a good girlfriend? It was Mephitis' turn to open his mouth and not have a single word come out. He just stared at her for several seconds. What was he suppose to say in response to that? Also, that didn't even answer his damn question. The awkwardness of this situation was starting to set in. Still, he couldn't just leave it like this now! Why didn't he wait until later to ask her about this!? Wait, had she asked him? Forget it. He just looked at the scale once again and said, "Wouldn't have given you that if I thought you'd be a bad girlfriend." Mephitis started to lean in closer. "So..." The dragon wanted to her hear say yes. He practically needed it.

Aella blinked, still processing, her brain moving at a glacial pace. What if I'm not a good girlfriend? The words had come out of her mouth before she could stop them, and now they hung awkwardly between them. She hadn’t meant to say that—hell, she didn’t even know why she’d said it. So she stood there. Her gaze flicked to the scale dangling on her wrist, his words echoed in her head: Wouldn’t have given you that if I thought you’d be a bad girlfriend. he swallowed hard, her heart thudding in her chest as he leaned in closer. His towering presence seemed to fill the room, the warmth radiating off him. She could feel her chin tilting upward as his face drew closer, her surroundings turning hazy. Her mind blanked. "You can't take it back if I'm a bad girlfriend." She murmured.
PostPosted: Mon Sep 30, 2024 9:33 pm


Why did the world feel so different whenever they were this close? An unseen current that pulsed between them that awakened his senses in a way nothing else could. Every detail within this scene suddenly that much more vibrant and defined. Every sensation so much more than it was before from the feeling of her curves against his rigid form to the heat building between them. All of it making him focus on just her. A stormy-eyed girl whose fate seemed to be intertwined with his own. The room disappearing around them as his lips hovered so close. The thought of a kiss calling to him constantly. He wanted to feel whole. He had to have that sweet connection once more but another voice stopped him. She hadn't actually said yes with her words... Or had she?

You can't take it back if I'm a bad girlfriend. Was that confirmation enough for him? He almost appreciated the fact that she clung to his scale so fervently. She wouldn't let him take it away now after he had given it. A dragon could understand that desire better than anyone. To hold onto such a precious item forever regardless of what anyone else thought. Her words weren't confirmation. Were they? She just couldn't part with something so dear to her. That scale would never change nor would the memories from when it was given. However, their future and their relationship would.

"You can keep it." Mephitis promised her as he leaned in and kissed her gently upon the lips. It was so brief that it'd leave them both wanting more though. His eyes gazing down at her with such brilliance and warmth but also a strange intensity. "But I need to hear you say yes. That you'll be mine and only mine."


Aella barely registered the words he said, too caught up in the gentle kiss that brushed her lips, leaving her breathless. It was so brief, yet it sent a rush through her that made her mind swim, the warmth of him lingering like a ghost on her skin. Her eyes fluttered open as he pulled back, and for a moment, she just stared at him, dazed, still lost in the kiss.

His words floated somewhere in the distance, unable to break through the thick haze that had settled over her mind. She blinked slowly, still feeling the ghost of his kiss lingering on her lips, her chest tight as she tried to remember why they were standing in her closet. She barely registered what he'd said— her brain refused to catch up, but she got the gist of it.

“Fine...” The word slipped out before she could stop it, barely a whisper, her body still responding to the lingering warmth of his touch. She was lost in wanting, her mind a mess of desire and unfulfilled promise. "Then you too." No more slave girls.


Every second that passed made that dragon needier and needier. Having her in his clutches again reminded him of how touch-starved he had been thanks to the chaos over the past few days. Her warmth and her body calling to him as if it were an addiction for the poor man. The only thing keeping him from diving back in to taste her lips again was his need to confirm their relationship. He wouldn't suffer the pain of her running off to some other guy. No, she needed to belong to just him.

Mephitis got what he wanted in the end and in the most Aella way possible. It made the dragon smirk even to hear the word "fine". She could never just go for a simple yes. No, she had to act like she was settling to appease him. Perhaps, she really was but it didn't matter. He had what he wanted. A true confirmation that the two of them were together. He couldn't have been happier at that very moment. That smile staying upon his lips as she made sure he knew that he couldn't have anyone else either. That would be easy. Mephitis had reversed the curse yesterday so he was far more committed than Aella even knew.

"I'm all yours." Mephitis' whispered out before immediately locking his lips against Aella's again. The man acting like it had been weeks since the last one even if it was just several seconds ago. Eyes closing once again as he eagerly handed himself over to this perfect feeling. A state of peace and completeness that he was only able to find with her. It would be a while before he was able to remind himself that he had a whole day planned for her.

Anika Nyame
Captain

Interesting Genius


Anika Nyame
Captain

Interesting Genius

PostPosted: Wed Dec 04, 2024 3:23 pm


Aella barely had time to process his words before his lips were on hers again. Her body responded instinctively and the urgency in his kiss made her melt into him. Every muscle in her body softened as if her bones were turning to liquid under the heat of his touch. The warmth radiating from him seeped through her clothes, sinking into her skin until it felt like it was coming from within her. His scent—a mix of something earthy and wild—invaded her senses, making her head swim as her hands unfolded from their defensive position and moved to his chest. The hard planes of muscle beneath her palms rose and fell with each breath he took and Aella found her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, gripping it as if to anchor herself against the way the world outside of him seemed to blur and fade.

Only the sensation of him was left—his heat, his presence, the way his lips pressed against hers with both tenderness and hunger, his arms swallowing her up as if he could never get close enough. For a moment, she let herself get lost in it, the world narrowing down to just him and the way he made her feel. Her mind floated in the haze, letting the kiss take over, but as the kiss deepened, a small growl rumbled in her stomach, reminding her that she hadn't been eating nearly enough lately. Oh well. She was good at ignoring her stomach. It wasn't important.



Mephitis was so ready to lose himself in her kiss, her taste, and every detail about her form. However, he always had to ruin the moment in some small way even if it was for Aella's benefit. The dragon picking up on the fact that her stomach was growling, hungry for just a morsel of food. This reminded him of the fact that he had bought a smoothie and two croissants for the girl. With that, he also thought about the day that he had planned for her. He wanted to give her proof that he was going to make a concerted effort to be her boyfriend. At the same time, he yearned for this... He'd have her tonight, right? This could wait even if he didn't want it to.

Mephitis pulled his lips away reluctantly but continued to hold Aella in his arms. A soft smile crossing his lips as he said, "You need to eat. Besides, I have a big day planned for us." He didn't move just yet. He waited to let Aella's mind to return from the haze.



A small, stubborn part of her didn’t care about smoothies or croissants, or even the day he had planned. Right now, all she could think about was the way her supple curves pressed against his solid frame and the tingle lingering on her lips. "I’m fine," she murmured, her voice low and soft, the words almost an afterthought. Her fingers tightened their hold on his shirt, pulling him just slightly closer, chin tilting up as her eyes fluttered shut, a silent demand for more. She wasn’t ready to let go of the moment despite the hunger gnawing at her. Really, it was a dull ache compared to the fire of his touch. All that mattered right now was this closet and the way her body stirred with unfulfilled desire.


Why did she make it so damn hard to do the right thing? Better question, why was it nearly impossible to deny her? The dragon just attributed it to how starved he was for her affection but he knew it was more than that. His mind quickly rushing through jos thoughts to justify giving in to this feeling. Most of his bigger plans were later in the day and she could go without some food for a little longer. Besides, she was demanding his kiss! What kind of boyfriend would deny their lover such a simple thing? His eyes closed as he leaned back in. His lips locking against hers once more. That sweet, addicting feeling rushing through his tall, athletic frame as he pressed in tight against her.

Those large hands leaving her hips finally as the pads of his fingers traced along her skin. The right hand running up her back as if he'd find those beloved scales their once more. They weren't but it didn't stop him from running up the tips up along her spine. Meanwhile, his left arm wrapped around her lower back once his right hand was far up enough. She wouldn't be going anywhere but he couldn't help it. He just clutched her like she was the most precious thing in the world to him. The dragon starting to forget about time, responsibilities and the world entirely as he stayed there with Aella.


It was over for them. The second Mephitis obliged her, he had condemned them to losing at least half a day to the bedroom. He'd never been good at telling her no and now he was going to deal with the consequences of that weakness. Morning plans? Nope. Breakfast? Also nope. The only thing he was going to be doing was playing victim to her pent up desires.

Meph's hands were gentle as his fingers trailed up her unblemished skin, the silky feel of her almost alien compared to how the scales felt when his mana breath activated them. Aella wouldn't be nearly as gentle with him as he was being with her. Any restraint she had been exhibiting was thrown to the wind and now she couldn't wait to get his clothes off quickly enough. Her hands tugged roughly at his shirt, instantly annoyed that it was still on. Would ripping it be faster? Maybe. Except, was she able to climb him like a tree at the same time? They were going to find out, because the inside of her thigh was already sliding up the outside of his waist, leg hooking around him as her muscle coiled tight, ready to full on jump him, whilst doing her damnest to keep her tongue in his mouth and work her hands all at the same time. Patience was clearly not one of her virtues.



When Mephitis sealed his fate, he had no idea just how ravenous Aella was. The fool convincing himself that it wouldn't be too long before they'd be out on their little date. It was as if he had forgotten how insatiable she was back at the castle. How she had the dragon partially wondering that she was a succubus in disguise with how she drained him. Although, nothing could have prepared him for this. Aella had been denied for far too long. Her needs and desires growing day by day until even that small kiss was enough to rile up Aella. All of that would soon be directed his way. He'd be pulled down into her passion and lost within it, just like her. Time would tick by but he wouldn't even think about it for a single moment. No, he'd be caught up in her.

Although, it seemed Mephitis had learned a few things as he could tell what Aella was planning. The way her leg hooked around his body in that moment while her hands tugged at his shirt. The girl was going to topple them over with her next move if he wasn't ready. Luckily he was. He even decided to give her a little help! Head tilting back just a bit and his body lowered. He knew she'd jump him regardless but he could at least stabilize her after. Both hands darting downward as she started to jump. His grabbing to onto her a** to steady her. His lips pulled away for just a second before they were locked against hers once again. He took control of the situation as he repositioned her with such ease, thankful she was so damn light. Although, he likely just sacrificed his shirt in the process.



Muscles tight with anticipation quivered as an electric thrill surged through her veins. A delicate shiver raced down her spine, igniting a warmth in her chest that spread like wildfire. Her breath hitched and her heart pounded in her chest, each beat resonating in her ears like the steady rhythm of a distant drum. The sensation left her feeling both weightless and heavy at the same time, as though the excitement coursing through her was too much for her small frame to contain. Every inch of her skin tingled with a heightened awareness, magnifying every detail—the soft brush of fabric against her skin, the warmth of the air on her flushed cheeks, and the faint, rapid rise and fall of her breath. His touch sent a shiver born from the thrill of what was to come rippling through her.

Aella continued to tear impatiently as his clothing, every motion sharp, restless, and frantic in her attempt to release all the pent-up energy coursing through her. His shirt came off in pieces and fluttered to the ground, forgotten, but she didn't seem to register it was gone- or maybe she did and she simply didn't care to be gentle with him. Nails dragged along his back as his shirt tore free but without talons, the scrape of her nails on his skin would leave no lasting damage—just a fleeting touch, like a whisper of tension across his flesh. Her delicate nails trailed along his skin, the pressure firm but not enough to break the surface. At most, a faint red mark bloomed in their wake, a temporary sign of her presence, destined to fade quickly. It was more sensation than sting, a subtle scratch that signaled her impatience.
Soft moans melted into his mouth, as his hands came to cradle the tight, muscular curve of her a**. Mephitis would feel her thighs tighten around his waist, feet hooking as her hands clapsed together behind his neck- now an object to be used as leverage to assist in grinding against him. If his pants weren't feeling to tight yet, they certainly were about to because Aella wasted no time in rolling her sex over the front of his jeans, her body insisting he quickly free himself of the fabric jail he was in.



Mephitis only learned the full extent of what Aella had just done when he felt her nails raking down his back. The muscles on his back tensing up from the sensation. His breath even hitching from surprise but not pain. The dragon might have found the very idea of it funny given how many times he ripped her own clothes off. However, he was far too focused on her. Her impatience being felt in every little thing that she did. The pressure upon his back insisting that she needed so much more than this. Her kiss demanding his lips stay there, locked for as long as she desired. Even with this, it just wasn't enough. No, she had to make him as impatient. She needed him riled up just as badly so that he didn't stand a chance at resisting her desires. It worked. How could it not?

An annoyed, pained groan trembled from his throat as she grinded into him. His own need growing fast as she soon felt that bulge growing larger and larger. It was far too easy to rile him up right now given everything that had happened over the past few days. His body needed her far too terribly and Aella might have been able to sense that, if she weren't so lost to her own haze. Abdominal muscles and leg muscles tensing up again ever so slightly as she pressed in again. Fingers gripping the curve of her a** tighter as he tried to focus himself through the frustration. His lips ripping away as he tilted his head up but all that did was give up his neck to the girl. The man already gasping for air as if he had been drowning for several minutes at this point. His chest swelling with each breath as he started to lift her up forcefully.
"Let me get them off first." Mephitis gasped out as he tried to move Aella up his body so the girl's sex would sit on his abs instead. He looked over to the wall and started to move. If he was able to lock her up just a bit higher, he'd press her into the wall to keep her still. At least that would allow him to get his damn jeans off somewhat.


Mephitis would find no resistance from Aella as his hands guided her with ease. Her body seemed weightless in his grasp, effortlessly compliant to his touch. It was as if she were a feather compared to the solid mass of his own powerful form, her slender frame offering no challenge for him to reposition. Each movement came naturally, with Aella shifting fluidly under his direction, not minding at all as he adjusted her to make things more comfortable. Her soft limbs followed his guidance without hesitation, but she wasn't simply following along. There were also demands built into her compliance.

Aella's chin tilted upward, a slow, graceful motion that exposed the soft curve of her throat. The movement felt delicate, almost instinctive, like the gentle sway of a flower reaching toward sunlight. It revealed the smooth line of her neck glistening faintly as it caught the light, her pulse quickening just beneath the surface, lips parting slightly as if anticipating something more- something that would become clear as she pulled his head down toward her. He might have thought that she would fight him if his lips weren't connected to her own, but there were other places his lips could be.

Then she felt the firm surface of the wall press against her back, anchoring her in place. Now she couldn't escape him, even if she wanted to.


Saucy stuff:


Mephitis genuinely expected some resistance from the girl. A little protest to having his lips ripped away from hers or shift of her hips so she could continue to tease him. Instead, he found that the stormy-eyed beauty eagerly let him do as he wished. Her body moving with such ease as she was lifted up higher. This allowed him the freedom to move them towards the wall as well. As he did, the price of his demands becoming clear as soon as she settled back against him. Her neck catching those kaleidoscopic eyes as it was given up to him. The soft, pale skin of her throat open for his lips and guidance even given as she pushed his head down.

That strong, muscular torso locked her against the wall as his lips pressed into the curve of her neck up the right side. However, he didn't make any other move. His incessant need to get his pants off suddenly gone as his mind race. Muscles in his jaw, neck, and shoulders tensing up. This was where that b*****d had left their marks. Where his anger for some stranger stemmed from. The dragon's breath washed over Aella's skin as he considered it for a few seconds. What was he going to do about it? Be angry at someone who wasn't even there or take back what belonged to him? His lips pressed tight against her neck, trapping the skin underneath. Lightly sucking at the point of contact and pulling at the skin until he was satisfied. He didn't stop with one or two. The dragon needed to mark her. His determination and ravenous need showing through each one. So focused on this singular task until his body reminded him that he had his own needs.

Still, Mephitis didn't stop what he was doing. He merely slowed down as he dropped his hands down to his jeans. He slowly started to undo them before carefully working the waistband of his jeans and underwear down.


When his lips didn't oblige her immediately, a soft whine hummed in her throat. The anticipation was driving her mad, a feverish tension building inside her that she couldn’t control. Every second felt like an eternity, her heart pounding in her chest. The air between them seemed to crackle and her body ached with an unbearable longing that only grew with each passing breath. Mephitis would feel Aella's fingers tighten into his hair with urgency as thick muscle bunched up in his grip as he held her aloft, the tension coiling beneath the smooth skin of her buttocks like taut cables. The pocket of heat radiating against his stomach was driven against him, resisting the pressure his towering form used to keep her pinned to the wall. She wasn't trying to get away though, Mephitis would realize she was rolling her sex insistently against his abs, trying to find some relief to the ache inside of her by increasing the pressure.

Then he finally obliged her. When the first tug of supple flesh, a tingling sensation was sent streaking through her. Aella tasted sweet at first, delicate and pleasant, but as the initial sweetness faded, a sharper, more metallic note began to emerge—a tint of copper rising subtly to the surface. The shift was almost imperceptible at first, but soon the unmistakable tang of metal teased his senses, indicating he was drawing blood to the surface.
Thin, splotchy red ovals blossomed against her pale ivory skin, each mark vivid and stark against her otherwise smooth complexion. The fine network of veins beneath her skin pulsed faintly, pushing dark colors to every spot his mouth visited, a faint warmth lingering in its wake. The lines seemed almost delicate, like fragile brushstrokes on porcelain, their irregular patterns betraying the force that had coaxed them into existence. He'd also realize that not all spots were equal. Aella had a particularly favorite spot where he could draw forth a low moan compared to the breathless gasps that followed the rest of his marks. If Aella knew he was marking her so much, she likely would have protested some, but her pretty little head wasn't focused on any consequences that might follow what was happening, she was simply absorbed in the pleasure which is why his other hand went completely unnoticed as he worked on turning her desire into reality.



How had her absence over the past year dulled his senses so? Why did he find her taste so much sweeter, her smell so much more intoxicating, and every sound she made so much more exhilarating? Everything about him was suddenly so in tune with every little reaction and he loved it. It truly allowed him to covet her as he left mark after mark upon her neck, eagerly claiming her in a way that the world could see. It also let him hear that low moan roll out from her throat when he hit just the right spot. His mouth moved on to another three spots but he only heard gasps that time. His lips ghosted across her skin again to find the spot again and this time they stayed there. That pale skin turned red around the area as he became determined to conquer this one spot as his own.

So caught up in this strange desire of his, Mephitis only made things more agonizing for himself. The dragon slowing his efforts to pull his pants down and pull his manhood out. However, it wouldn't take that much longer. One hand gripping onto her a** while the other grabbed onto his shaft. His lips finally pulling away as he finally managed to free himself and the pressure upon her easing up. She'd find that she had more room to move as Mephitis eased away from the wall with her. His c**k swinging up after he had finally pulled it out. The pain finally was gone but he was still left as needy as her since he was doing nothing with it yet. His mind racing as he had to remind himself that she was wearing underwear. She was, right? Yes, he could feel it against his hand and it annoyed the hell out of him as it meant one more thing that he needed to take care of. Just needed to move it aside... That or rip it off.
Aella would feel his free hand tracing along the fabric, trying to figure out how exactly to get it out. It wasn't some thin strings that he could slice right through and be done with it. He would have to carefully cut through the fabric if he wanted her right now. "Stay still." He growled out, frustration and desperation clear in his voice. A claw pressing into the skin on her lower back as the talon dipped beneath the fabric. She'd feel the smooth surface brush along as it cut through the fabric with such care but with a weird mix of urgency as well. He needed just two careful cuts and then he could have her.



Of course Aella had missed him, but she'd been fine without him. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself all this time. The mantra had been something she echoed to herself, deceiving her own thoughts into believing that she didn’t need anyone, she was fine on her own. After all, it was easier that way. Things were less complicated, easy. But as his lips found that particular spot that drew needy moans from her lips, Aella could feel something inside her was unwinding, like she’d been holding her breath this whole time without realizing it. His touch, his scent, the way he filled the room—it was all so familiar, so intoxicating.

"Hurry." Aella insisted, her tone soft and breathless. It was hard for her to stay still and she wasn't doing a very good job of it. Her hips were still gyrating against him, the rolls now soft pulses urging him to do all the work, quickly, efficiently, and without any assistance in the matter. And to occupy herself while she was 'staying still', Aella’s hand tightened in his hair, the silky strands slipping through her fingers before she gripped harder, using it as her anchor. Without warning, she yanked, pulling his head back sharply, a fierce glint in her stormy eyes. He barely had a second to react before she descended upon him, lips crashing into his with a force that wiped away any tenderness. The kiss was fierce, almost feral, a clash of hunger and frustration that had been simmering beneath the surface. It wasn’t gentle, soft or sweet—it was a demand, a surge of raw need that sent his head craning upward as if she was forcing him to submit.

Her tongue invaded his mouth without hesitation, claiming him with a hunger that left no room for gentle exploration. She was relentless, tongue pushing past his defenses as if she was determined to devour him. Mephitis would find himself thrown headlong, diving into the storm that was Aella, trying to complete a task in the midst of the kind of kiss that left no space for breath or thought, just the intensity of her desire and the heat that flared between them.

Then the unmistakable sound of lace splitting filled the room, indicating Mephitis has succeeded in his endeavor without injuring Aella- his hand now well practiced at slicing clothing off in the heat of the moment. Now that the barrier of fabric had been removed, the sweet scent of vanilla blossomed between them, subtle at first before unfurling fully, filling his senses. Thankfully his draconic senses weren't activated or he'd be completely lost to her, but he'd still feel the tug of her allure, the pull of the curse enticing him to be thoroughly captivated, wanting him to be unable to think of anything else other than claiming every bit of her in every possible way.




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