Spring Fever: Decisions

Kneeling over her he cups her face making her focus. His smile is simply male satisfaction. Lifting her legs over his shoulders he fiercely possesses her body. Pushing against his chest she starts to slide across the floor. Following her lead he repeatedly thrust into her willing body. Buttons fly as he rips her shirt pulling her lacy bra cupping her breasts he suckles her nipples as if starved. Her will slowly fades as the sheen of sweat mixes with his. Turning over he posses her from behind. Gathering the material of the skirt around her waist he uses it as a harness pumping deeper into her body. Just as she catches her breath to question him she screeches. Multiple climaxes rock her mind and body. Sweat stings her eyes as she slumps to the floor.

Breathing heavily the string loosens then falls on the floor. Shifting her body to face him he enters her as she mews protest. Her sore body trembles knowing she is too weak to fight she coos in surrender. Her skirt falls to the floor in taters, her nails dig into his forearms as waves of pleasure flow over her. Closing her eyes another weak cry forces it way from her arching milking the last of his constraint. Looking up she sees his expression of pleasure, domination and pain. The light of dusk filters in, blanketing them. His wings expand catching the waning rays of light bending slightly hovering over her. Beyond reason she reaches up touching in wonder. Kissing her shoulder his canines sharpen nicking her. His wing quivers from her fingertips as he seals the fresh wound with a lover's kiss.

Still arching beneath him she responds on a primitive level, connecting. She feels a desperate needy plea.

Her mind opens, "Phal Ci'ren? Liam?"

He response "Yon D'est. Juni." thought ceased as their world fragments into colors.

He feels his essence pour deeply within her, straining his muscles clench. His growls turn into shouts possessing her. Hidden power crackles in the air, light and dark collide forming colors of the rainbow. The essence of life is present comforted.

Wrapped in a blanket they watch the sky turn dark. Back against a pillar Liam holds Junediai within his arms in silence. The night chill goes unnoticed as she assesses the situation between them. Some how she lost control leaving her frightenly vulnerable to his will. Her body slightly tenses in the knowledge.

Seeing their reflection she is caught in his unwavering gaze. Like caught prey he pulls her close against him. Gently brushing her hair to the side softly whispers his intent, cornering her.

"You know my seed, I know now your blood. Now there is no dispute I have rights beyond the child."

Trembling for long moments she closes her eyes, safe under his seductive watch. The season is over and she now has a mate. Her body melts against his surrendering. Pressing a kiss against her hair he feels her mystical energies heighten.

The stolen bracelet turns dark red the inscription "Property of Loki" morphs into "Property of the Herald." Closing his eyes his body relaxes releasing his breath he was unconsciously holding.