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His fingers encircled my neck, to stake his claim over me. Breathless I dropped my sheet, more than ready to allow him to dominate me. We had always been and would always be equal partners and this ritual would bind our minds.
Naked I walked to the table, folded myself over it, belly down, anticipating his touch, his cock I trembled with a deep seated ache that only he could fill.
My legs opened for him, his hands caressed my bare ass and I sighed in pleasure. His hand moved between my folds to find them slick and ready.
“I’m yours,” I said, turning my head to the side, brushing my hair out of the way so his claiming hand could once again enfold my neck. Then my arms moved up and my fingers grabbed the edge of the table as the head of his cock teased my entrance.
“Niara,” he said choked with emotions and pushed into me.
The fingers on his hand were so large that they reached all the way around my throat, but they never squeezed, not once. Not even when he reached the edge of his climax, completely gone to the world.
Being fucked this way was very different from what we had done last night, where I had been able to partake. On this table, splayed out for him, it was all him who was driving our pleasure. Thrusting in and out of me, I let go off everything besides his cock filling me, entering and retreating.
There was nothing but the friction of his moving in and partially out.
It didn’t take long for my core muscles to tighten, caught up in this delicious position I could only receive, which I did. Greedily. Soon I was panting while he labored atop of me.
His free hand pressed in between my shoulder blades, making my eyes roll back in undiluted pleasure. Now and then I caught a glimpse of him behind me, and each time I did, my pussy fluttered harder around his cock. He looked like an ancient god, with his head thrown back, his neck tendons standing out while his muscles flexed. Light caught the scales on his chest, made them glimmer. He was magnificent.
His tempo increased and my head plopped back down on the table, my cheek rubbed up and down its surface, just like my body. The tables edge dug into my thighs painfully, but I welcomed the pain as it grounded me, otherwise I think I would have exploded into thousands of pieces from the bliss of feeling him inside me.
My fingers clamped around the other edge, holding on for dear life as my body teetered at the brink of a shattering orgasm, as each of his thrusts increased. Every wave of bliss moving through me was larger than the one before. Soon they would sweep me over the cusp and I held my breath in anticipation.
When it came, it pressed out all the air out of me in one loud scream. I flattened myself against the table, afraid I would leave my body if I didn’t hold on to something. The most delicious pleasure ran through my veins, my body, my muscles, making me feel as if I were floating.
“MINE!” Myles bellowed his claim over me, making me shudder with another wave of ecstasy.
He collapsed on top of me, barely keeping his weight from crushing me by using his elbows for leverage.
“Are you alright?” He panted by my ear.
“I’m better than alright,” I panted back, turning my head so his lips brushed against my cheek.
“Gods, I didn’t know Niara.” He said once his breathing calmed down some.
I squirmed under him, needing to see him. He lifted so I could turn, already mourning the loss of his cock inside me, but the urge to see into his face, the dark abyss of his eyes, was greater.
“Are you pleased?”
He chuckled. “More than pleased Niara. You don’t know how much I missed you.”
“And I you,” I confessed, wondering if he felt the same as me. It really was strange, because before, I hadn’t known I had missed him. My soul had, but somehow I hadn’t been connected with my soul until just moments ago. As if I had been asleep all the while, just waiting for the moment to be awakened.
“Is it always like this?” I asked out loud.
“I don’t remember,” he said, echoing my own thoughts. How strange it was to know that we had been lovers since the beginning of the dawn of time and yet, there was not a trace of remembrance of those lives left, only the lingering echo of our love. A love that had also reawakened with the force of a volcano.
“Tonight at the feast, I will ask the Vissigroth of Syalm to perform the binding ceremony.” Myles said, not asking me.
The human woman inside me was a little hurt—after all, a woman liked to be asked—but the ancient seffy inside me knew and understood. He had already kneeled before me once. I was sure he would do so again, if I insisted or merely asked, but since we both knew my answer, it wasn’t really necessary.
“I would like that,” I said instead, even though I wasn’t sure which of the vissigroths was the Vissigroth of Syalm or why Myles chose him instead of one of the others he seemed obviously closer to.
“Gods, I love you Niara,” Myles’s voice was filled with emotion. So deep, it sounded harsh.
“I love you too, Myles,” I replied, meaning it from the bottom of my soul. “You have to go, don’t you?”
He heaved himself off the table, giving me a hand too. “Trust me, there is nothing I want to do more than lie in bed with you for the rest of the day, but…”
