In the dark night, they were two.
Brought together by bad fortune, they remained together.
Bonded by multiple links, a new one was made.
A link they made themselves. A link they decided on themselves.
Marked by blood.
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Elisa let out a moan as his lips landed on her stomach once more.
She was breathing heavily, but in a completely different way than earlier.
Her breath was heavy and controlled. It was the only way she found to keep herself from gasping at his touch.
With her legs bent and her hands on the back of his head, the waves of pleasure traveled more freely through her body.
She breathed heavily, struggling to contain and control the wild vibrations spreading further and further. Spreading more and more deeply.
Her eyes closed, she bit her lip, curled her toes.
From just below her ribcage, he had been kissing. Her thin waist, her flat and athletic stomach, her tender skin. From just below her ribcage, he had been kissing down her stomach.
Down. Down. Down.
With each kiss, the fire burning inside her shone brighter, wilder, and more freely.
She straightened and bent her arms, shook her legs, curled her toes. Again and again.
With every kiss.
Lower. Lower. Lower.
Closer. Closer. Closer.
The itch. The place she wanted him to reach.
Her fit and athletic, yet undoubtedly feminine figure.
Her beautiful and harmonious curves.
Being kissed this way. Her body being kissed this way. Her body being given such attention.
Is this what it meant to be worshipped? Is this what it meant to be loved? Cherished? Adored?
His lips landed just beyond her underwear.
The next one would be-
Just when she was about to interrupt, he moved towards the inside of her left knee, kissing it just as passionately.
Elisa moaned and arched her back as one leg was kissed and the other stroked.
The shivering, the vibrations, the heat.
Had she been missing out on so much all this time?
As Elisa looked at him, she knew. She hadn't missed out on anything. It was only him that could make her feel this way. Only him that could bring this part of her outside and into the open.
His kisses moved once again.
Up. Up. Up her leg.
Closer. Closer. Closer.
He moved up her leg, with a slight curvature in his trajectory.
He kissed while moving outwardly, before going back towards the inside.
The itch was becoming more.
It burned. It hurt. It shouted inside of her, as his lips kissed her inner thigh.
Cold sweat suddenly.n-)0velbIn
Elisa shook. Worry? Stress? Fear?
All of them at once.
Quivering. Blood was rushing towards it. Tingling.
She suddenly sat up to kiss him.
She kissed him as passionately as she could, diverting his attention away.
One hand stroked his shoulder and neck, while another moved down her body.
Uncertainty. Doubt. Anxiety.
Her underwear wasn't dry.
What was it? What had? When? Why?
He kissed her with a hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her so that her back could regain the ground.
His fingertips landed on her inner thigh, adding to her anxiety.
Repeatedly, he curled his hand that was parallel to her leg, leaving his fingertips to stroke her sensitive inner thigh.
His other hand stroked down her arm.
She moved her hand away, fearing that he would find out.
Their fingers met, and their hands intertwined.
One stroke too much.
Too much to handle.
She instinctively moved her free hand to take ahold of his.
Her control over her own breathing was diminishing. Still, she wanted to take it all in. All the affection. All the pleasure.
It was dark. Dark and quiet. All she could see was him. All she could hear was him. All she could feel was him. Just as she desired.
One stroke too much.
He didn't fight against her sensitivity.
Their hands intertwined once more.
He gently moved his hands forward without letting hers go, pinning those hands to the ground.
Her hands pinned to the ground, one to each side of her head.
She was anxious. She was nervous. But she wasn't scared.
He moved forward and their lips met.
Burning. Softening. Steaming. Melting. Dampening.
Her eyes suddenly opened as she arched her back. The sudden sensation made her completely lose control of her body, leading to her mouth suddenly closing.
A tear of blood at the tip of his tongue.
Her anxiety worsened.
What to say? How to apologize?
She opened her mouth, but before she could a word, his lips met hers.
Her body quivered and she moaned.
She didn't need to apologize. Not to him. That's what his kiss told her.
No need to apologize. He will always be on your side. He will always be with you.
That's what the blood inside her mouth told her.
She moaned as she kissed him.
His knee, which had gently come into contact with her most sensitive spot, did not move away.
But it did move slightly. Slowly. Forward and downwards, applying various levels of pressure.
Elisa threw her head back as she felt her underwear grow more and more humid.
He slowly pulled back, letting go of her hands and stroking down her arms and body until he arrived to her hips.
She remained with her hands on each side of her head. Haggard and moist breathes. Her fingertips quivered.
His hands moved up her body, circling around her chest.
She moaned, bringing a half-clenched hand to her mouth.
He slowly moved his hands across her breasts, veiled by a light and thin gown that wasn't enough to hide her excitement. It followed and even highlighted the pointy form of her-
Elisa moaned suddenly.
She realized then. There was more than one spot burning up.
He slipped his left hand into hers which remained next to her hand and kissed her, keeping his other hand on her breast.
He gently pressed against that breast, while stroking its central piece with his thumb repeatedly.
Burning. Steaming.
His tongue. His hand. His knee.
Steaming. Melting.
His tongue. His hand. His knee.
Melting. Drenching.
He pulled his tongue and face back, leaving her out of breath and longing for more.
Blushing, but not bashful.
He looked deep into her eyes as he pressed his knee further against her crotch and pinched it with his hand.
A gasp escaped her mouth as she shut her eyes.
His lips moved towards her neck as he pressed further, as he pinched harder.
Her gasps grew louder.
The feeling was so different, the sensation so foreign, Elisa feared she would go mad from it.
His hand let go of hers.
Hers moved to the back of his head, as if encouraging him to kiss her neck more. More and more passionately.
The hand that let go of hers moved down.
From below her gown, it stroked her inner thigh, and slowly moved upwards.
Will he stop like he did earlier?
Will he keep going?
Will he...?
What is he going to do?
Elisa couldn't tell.
Did she want him to stop? Did she want him to continue going up unlike earlier? Did she want him to touch her there?
Through the intense waves of pleasure, she couldn't tell.
She couldn't think straight.
His lips left her neck.
They moved up.
She moved her lips closer, but he dodged them.
Confusion.
What then?
A peck on the cheek?
Amidst her short-lived confusion,
"Aaaahh!!" She moaned louder than ever.
At the same time, his hand had been pressed against her crotch and his lips took hold of her long pointy ear.
She immediately felt herself grow more damp. From sweat, and more.
Elisa pulled her head away slightly.
She realized that another spot of hers was a sensitive weak point.
She had pulled away, but the expression on her face betrayed how she felt.
It was surprise that had made her pull away.
His hand moved away from her breast as he kissed her, and moved towards her ear instead.
He stroked and rubbed the pointy ear while doing the same with his other hand.
Moving up and down the underwear-covered crotch, it could felt.
The shaking. The drenching. The intent to receive.
His index finger moved up and down her timid lower lips, as his thumb stroked her quivering sensitive spot.
Her moaning grew uncontrolled, and so did his breathing.
His finger pushed lightly against the closed flower, as if trying to make way.
She instinctively moved a hand and lay on top of his own.
Encouraging him to continue? Telling him to stop? Neither could tell.
He let go of her ear and brought that hand to her hips, dragging her closer.
His hand pressed further and with a moan,
"Wait... I... It's... Ahh... It's too m... Too... Too much... Wait a second..." Elisa could only muster a couple of words between her moans which also forced her eyes to remain shut. "It's too much... I can't... Stop... I... I'm not-"
Her nipple was pinched one more, making her arch her back and pull away as she let out a loud gasp.
He grabbed her arm, dragging her closer once more.
"Stop... I said... Aaah... Listen to me... I said... Wait... You're being too... You're being too rough... Are you listening to me...?"
Every muscle in her body tightened right away.
Fighting against the intoxicating pleasure her body was going through, she finally managed to open her eyes.
"Are you listening to me... Mark?"
A dark eye stared.
The clear and shining purple pupil gone.
On that dark eye, she could see her reflection.
"Mark?"
A shut window.
