Back to Basics

It didn't take long before she let out one final scream; a vibration that rippled along his back and reverberated to his very core. He could feel her hot breath on his skin, and feel their sweat mingled together from their clinging bodies.

For a moment Anabelle just lay there, breathing a little shallowly, before Threos turned his head to her, tilting her own back gently with his now free hand. "Are you alright...?" he asked quietly, genuinely concerned for her wellbeing.

She responded after a moment with light laughter, purely amused by the whole thing. "...Y-yes, I'm fine... Just trying to catch my breath," she smiled at him reassuringly. She lifted herself up once more, still a little shaky from the experience.

Threos winced a little at the movement, still feeling himself throbbing from the growing tension.

"Oh," Anabelle noticed his reaction before glancing down briefly then smirking. "Figures; I suppose nothing's changed then, you're still just as hardy as always. Makes sense it'll take a bit more than that to get you there," she looked at him directly with a deviant grin. "Although there's always the fallback of your secret button," her eyes flicked to that spot just under his left ear; and one of threos' hands flew up to cup it defensively, causing Anabelle to laugh again. "Oh, don't worry," she said, assuring him. "I have other ways of making you give in," her eyes began to focus on Threos again, with that same look; the one of a predator about to devour their prey.

Threos tried and failed to swallow his anxieties. Why did she have to torment him like this? There was clearly something very wrong with him right now. She seemed to know what it was; but he didn't think she was going to tell him. She would probably just end up doing as she pleased again, just like she had all evening. Although to be fair, he wasn't entirely against it. If she could do... that to him again, he'd be pretty grateful right now; seeing as he felt like the frenzy inside of him could burst at any moment.

As if reading his mind, Anabelle slid off his leg, spreading his legs much further apart this time and positioning herself between them. Her hands ran up and down his thighs, inching closer to their end goal bit by bit. Threos' legs trembled at her touch, and he felt his arousal practically twitch with anticipation. He didn't know what it was he wanted; but it sure seemed to.

Anabelle moved in, leaning over him and placing a gentle kiss on the very tip, glancing up at him with an innocent look, to be greeted with an expression of pure endurance; Threos' ears folded back, biting his quivering lip and staring back down at her with half-lidded eyes. She returned to her work, lightly touching him, dragging a nail up and then down in agonizingly slow motions. Threos was making pitiful noises, and she wasn't actually sure how long he would last, so decided not to prolong it too much; but also enough so he could really enjoy himself. This would be easier if he would relax, of course; but she thought he probably was too tense and possibly frightened for any of that. Suddenly, she moved in, trailing her tongue up the underside of his length, swirling it about at the very top, before slowly but surely taking the entire thing with her mouth.

Threos couldn't comprehend what was happening anymore. Who in their right mind would willingly do something like that? And furthermore; who on earth figured out that it felt so good?! He could not only feel the hot, wet warmth of Anabelle's mouth clinging and sucking around him; but he could feel everything going on within as well. The vibrations against her lips whenever she moaned, her tongue dancing about; pressing up against him at certain points, driving him insane. "Ah, ah.. Ahnna... b-belle...!" he said her name in a weak voice, albeit a much deeper one than last time. More gutteral. She continued to bop her head up and down, only occasionally pulling out to expel a little more saliva on top, making the whole experience even more lubricated than it already was. Her tongue swirled about, and Threos was enraptured. His head dropped forward, deep moans escaping his lips every so often; hands finding purchase among her tousled hair by pure instinct alone. Anabelle would go for little amounts, then suddenly and forcefully take him entirely into the back of her throat, not gagging for a moment. She used her hands to explore and caress the surrounding area, feeling about the satyr's soft fur; or the sensitive rim where it began.

Threos' breathing got more and more dire; trying desperately to get back the air he needed. He felt light headed, but was far too distracted by what was going on below. This was pure bliss, as far as he was concerned. All of his earlier fears and distress had been thrown out the window. What was sex? He didn't care. He just knew that this was amazing. Whatever inhibitions he once had were long gone by now. "A-Ane... s-something's-!" he managed to get out mid moan before she pressed down one last time, sucking hard. As she did, he reached an incandescent level of pleasure and release; finally tipping over that edge, teeth gritted and eyes closed. Something came out of him, he could tell; although it was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. When he finally managed to steady his breathing enough to open his eyes and look down, he saw Anabelle still there, head in exactly the same place it had been moments prior. She slowly pulled off, her mouth still closed as she did so. That was when he saw her swallow; and... lick some of that stuff off of her lips, smiling up at him with a devilish look.

"I knew that'd do it," she snickered.

"Wh-what wa... ahh..." Threos was still riding the waves of euphoria, and let out a huge breath, his chest still heaving.
"What it was is not important," She smiled, climbing up on the couch and sitting on his lap once more; which Threos wasn't convinced was a good idea. "The important thing was that you enjoyed yourself; right?"

Threos thought for a moment, before simply nodding. He had enjoyed it in the end; even if he'd spent half the day dreading it. Not that any of it had... really been what he expected.
"Well, good," she said, satisfied. "And I got exactly what I wanted, too. So everything worked out."
Threos raised an eyebrow, not really sure what she was referring to in particular. Probably just the time she got to a point where she was screaming in pleasure. Either way, it didn't matter now. "Barrich said that sex is something you only do with the person you love," Threos said suddenly after a drawn out silence; his breathing having settled. "So I mean; does this just prove we're really in love?"

Anabelle giggled at his ridiculous question, thoroughly amused. "I suppose it does; yeah," she grinned. "But you already knew that, right?" as she asked the question he was about to agree, before she started to lean towards him, going in for another kiss. She opened her eyes in surprise when she found him pulling away from her suddenly, eyes wide, looking extremely flustered. "What's wrong?" she asked, genuinely confused.

"You were about to kiss me!" he exclaimed, as though it were a terrible accusation.

"Yeah... so?"
Threos' eyes darted around to himself, then back to her, still just as full of shock. "W-well you just- your mouth-" he fumbled with his words. "Lips.. tongue... s-swallowed... from my- in your-!" his face grew even redder, practically begging her to understand.

Anabelle stared on at him with an incredulous expression for a few moments; before she burst into an absolute fit of laughter. Oh if only he knew. This was pretty standard fare for them, and the usual Threos would be kind of ashamed of himself, if anything. This was one of many things she'd have to hold onto as a bargaining chip if he ever mocked her too much, because she knew he'd never live it down.

"I can't believe you actually cast a spell on me like that without asking," Threos looked across at his wife, lying on the other side of the bed.

"Ah, well; I suppose I should apologize, but I thought we could brush it off, since it was only for one night," she smiled innocently, trying to win his forgiveness.

"Don't get me wrong," Threos interjected. "I'm not mad, I mean; if anything I'm proud," he glanced to the side, scratching his cheek. "After all, I'm the one who wanted to try out those spells."
Anabelle sighed a little in relief, glad he wasn't going to make her try to make up for it in some form. Missed opportunity for him now, then. "So, you remember it all then?"

"Yeah," Threos nodded. "Every last bit," he smirked down at her. "Barrich and Val were especially concerned at first. I think Barrich thought I might have been possessed." he chuckled at the memory that felt like a long time ago; despite only having been the day prior. "Val figured out that it was you pretty quickly, mind. I'm pretty sure the fact that she was able to recognize the spell as 'innocence of the virgin' probably helped her narrow it down."
Anabelle giggled a little bashfully. She was glad that Vaalyn had let it slide and not told Threos. She'd have to thank her later.

"And besides," Threos continued; narrowing his eyes. "who else but you would do something that kinky?"

"Oh? I thought that I was the sweet and innocent one?" she feigned an innocent face, blinking her big blue eyes up at him.

"I think we both know that's not really true," he laughed.

Ha! He finally admits it! She thought with victory.

"But it is true that you have a long way to go," he said with an oddly serious voice.

Anabelle looked back at him, a little confused. What was it now? He wasn't still going to belittle her, was he? Not after the other day, surely. She wasn't sure that she cared to hear it, to be honest.

"I mean, if you wanted to play the dominant role, you could have just asked."

"...what?"
Threos merely stared down at her with a sly smile. "I'm always up for it if you are!"
Anabelle sighed, laughing a little as she did so. "Of course you are," she shook her head. "You always are."