The Fallen God
Duckii wanted him more than anything. Koltira stood before her, beautifully nude, his skin almost translucent against the stark environment of The Orgrim's Hammer. His hair, like spun gold, fell to his shoulders in a beautiful mass of soft silken locks. His eyes, like molten sapphire, stared her down.
Duckii's voice was caught as her heart leapt into her throat, and she was left standing speechless before this beautiful fallen god. "Are you going to stare at me all day?" He asked, moving towards the bed in that almost liquid grace that some undead have. She shook her head but silently followed in his graceful wake towards the pile of black silk that was his bed.
As she sat down next to him, he fell upon her, his mouth on hers. He kissed her so hard, she knew she might be bruised the next morning, but at that time she did not care. He searched her mouth with his tongue, touching everything, and it tightened things low in her body. She kissed him back, almost trying to drink him down, like he was some fine wine to be savored and never forgotten.
He backed off a minute, and then started heading down her body. Pausing at her breasts, he bit gently, marking her around her nipple. He brought her into his mouth and sucked gently, making her tense and lie back. Then he went lower, to things not generally seen. He licked along her thighs, tickling her as he got closer to what he was searching for. As he moved closer to the object of his search and affection, Duckii put her head back and closed her eyes trying to fight the pleasure and keep from losing control. His tongue moved over the tightness of her and found her clit. He rolled it gently between his teeth, making sure she felt every bit of it. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her towards him, as to get better leverage.
Just like before, he thrust his tongue into to her, searching, looking for that one spot every woman has. His tongue touching everything, tasting everything, the sweet taste of her filled his mouth as he found what he was looking for inside her. He pulled back and with a swift movement almost faster than the eye could see, he shoved two fingers into her, searching once again for the spot he had found.
Heat, like an imaginary liquid, started building in the center of her body, filling like a cup as he rolled his fingers on that spot, over and over again. He brought Duckii screaming, and as she screamed he kissed her, and she screamed into him, raking his back with her fingernails, drawing blood in ribbons across his back, and as she started to calm down he pressed himself against her. She looked down upon him, and saw him like some over ripened fruit ready to burst. The feel of him, hard and ready against the softness of her flesh brought her again, and as she came he thrust himself into her, bringing her once more.
He picked up his own rhythm her and began to fuck her as hard as he could. The feel of it all bordered on the thin line between pleasure and pain, as he brought her again and again, in and out until all that could be felt was the raw pleasure of it all, and once again the heat began to build. It built and built until the imaginary cup overflowed and brought her screaming once more, and as she came, so did he, and as she screamed, so did he. As they screamed together he thrust in once more and kissed her as hard and he could, once again trying to drink her down.
They fell back into the black silken sheets, both of them glistening with sweat, and stared into each other's eyes. Her eyes the color of honey, glistening in the sun, and his the color of molten sapphire, "I love you my fallen god."
He caught his breath and said back, "I love you, the beautiful thief of my soul."
And as they lay there, recovering from the intense love making, the sun rose in a beautiful array of colors on the horizon.
SIDENOTE: I CLAIM NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS AS MY OWN, THE NAMES KOLTIRA DEATHWEAVER, AND ORGRIM'S HAMMERS BELONG EXCLUSIVELY TO THE BLIZZARD CORPORATION.