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It was...odd seeing her so still. So quiet.
When Fandaniel suggested that they invite her over he hadn't cared too much about the why and how. Certainly Zenos had listened to the lunatics plans but didn't offer any input. The idea was intriguing but he was more excited to see her than anything.
But most certainly he never would have imagined seeing her like this.
Asleep. Unconscious. Unaware of her surroundings. Incomprehensibly defenseless.
It felt like something he was not privy to. That perhaps he should look away. However the more that taboo feeling grew the more Zenos found himself unable to turn away.
She looked smaller than when they fought. Mayhaps it was because of her weapon or how she held herself in combat. He could hardly recognize his snarling clawing prey within her...but she was there.
Within his chest a curious feeling was manifesting. The urge to touch her. To feel her skin. He had felt it before but not like this. There was no heat of battle or blades brandished. No rush of blood as they faced one another. Yet he found his insides twisting just as surely as they would if her teeth had been in his throat.
She probably wouldn't like this... wouldn't be okay with it. To be so vulnerable before him. Nevertheless he didn't think he'd ever receive such an opportunity again.
The Ascian was so preoccupied with scheming and busying himself with that machine that they had a measure of privacy for the time being. Her unconscious body had been left in the dining room, resting on the table that would soon serve their meal.
She wouldn't like it and yet...the temptation, the curiosity, it was all too strong. Zenos cautiously reached out, the movement uncharacteristically hesitant, before brushing a few fingers across her cheek.
Her flesh so soft for someone so strong. Impossible that she was the same person yet...how he felt towards her had not changed in the slightest.
His fingers skated further down her face, then down her jawline and to her neck. Had anyone ever let him touch them so? Had he ever even wanted to? Ney, even the few concubines brought to him to goad his interests had failed spectacularly. Their attempts to get a rise out of him never ended in satisfaction, theirs or his.
This was different. How long had he hunted her? Had he wished to feel her bloodlust? And now, when she was incapable of giving him either, he still found himself entranced.
Zenos felt the soft thrumming of pulse beneath her skin and had to swallow. His mouth was getting dry and he couldn't take his eyes off of her. The urge to seek more churned his insides. Why did he want to see more? To feel more of her flesh?
It had never held any interest for him but now...now he had never been more curious. So desperate to know every vulnerable inch of someone. The thought alone enough to make his breathing uneven.
He'd never get another chance...and that was enough of a reason to push him forward. Carefully, with more gentleness than he ever thought himself capable of, Zenos started to undo her top. A row of buttons being all that kept her from his eyes.
They were frustratingly small buttons but he took his time. She'd be cross to wake up with her shirt destroyed. So while it was bothersome, and made his already desperate curiosity boil in anticipation, the process was overall exciting. Like unwrapping a present on a cold Starlight morning. Those too hadn't been that enjoyable. But here and now, with each inch of flesh being revealed, he felt like a kid. A proper child eager for what was beneath the bright wrapping.
Soon each button was undone and he opened her shirt. She was absolutely exquisite.
A dark bra, simple and still securing her breasts from view; and a plethora of scars, each with their own story that he'd love to hear. Zenos recalled the numerous concubines sent his way. Each with perfect and unmarred skin. Supposedly ideal for royalty but their softness, and their tears, had been insufficient.
Not her. Even asleep she effortlessly unraveled him. An understanding began to take place. Was this what others felt when viewing naked flesh? This insatiable thirst for more? Was he more man that he had given himself credit for? Perhaps.
And that rush is what propelled him forward. It made sense that she was the first he would enjoy looking at. She the first that Zenos actually wanted to know in a manner never before experienced.
She the first to send chills down his spine as he gently pushed the cup of her bra down, his large hand slipping beneath the fabric and cupping her breast.
It was ungodly soft. Finer than his finest silks. He closed his eyes, melting into the sensation. The intrusion of his hand had an effect on her. First a deep exhale, as though she had been holding her breath with him. Followed by the flesh of her nipple stiffening until it poked against his hand.
He stomach started to flip. She was reacting as he did. Responding to what little stimuli that was happening around them. She was asleep and he knew it was unintentional on her part yet he couldn't suppress his slight smile. She was enjoying this, as surely as he was.
He pulled down the bra some more, a little more forceful to get it out of the way. The breast popped free and he looked upon it. It hardened more in the cold air and he licked his lips before leaning down and capturing it in his mouth.
There wasn't much exciting about it. Still silken in his mouth but...He knew (rather had read) that the act was supposed to be enjoyable but, other than the barest taste of sweat, nothing seemed to be-
Then a moan from below. It hadn't done anything for him but she had let out an involuntary noise. A sharp intake of air followed by the barest whimpering. Her head turned to the side a little and he worried his actions had woken her. But, soon enough, she settled down and resumed her rest unaware.
So stunned he had been by her noise and movement that he had yet to free her nipple from his mouth. Finally he did but that sound...her moan...was unlike anything he'd ever heard from her. Somehow the sounds of her pleasure had been the most erotic thing he'd ever experienced.
He shouldn't, he knew he shouldn't, but he finally felt that nigh universal hunger that men would call desire. He thought such feelings impossible for him but as surely as she had made him feel alive did she now raise his lust. And raise it did.
His pants were straining and he could feel the fabric constraining him. It was unpleasant and so he undid his pants with urgency. Very unlike how he had reverently undressed her. What Zenos saw between his legs surprised him. He had never been this eager for flesh. Never felt such a need that he might incite the wrong type of anger from her. But now that he had come this far it was too late to stop. He had already violated his sleeping friend so what harm would there be in going a step further? If anything it would incite her violence. He could have her and her rage.
It wasn't how Zenos imagined his first time yet it felt perfect for him and her. His friend, his prey, calmer than she'd ever been in his presence. Helpless to resist but in his safe and caring hands. He didn't wish to hurt her but he needed her. Oh, how he needed.
Zenos pulled down the other cup of her bra, quickly exposing it's twin to the air. How many had seen her like this? He wasn't stupid enough to imagine he was the first. People would have to be blind to miss her beauty and strength. Surely there existed those she had deemed worthy enough to satisfy her. He wasn't jealous. She deserved such satisfaction. It would be her right to bed any and all she wished. She was strong enough, after all.
But a part of him wished (was this hope?) that she was like him. That she had been completely uninterested in others. That he might be the first to look upon the most desired woman of the savages and that their first time would be together.
It was naive but he could still imagine. Her skirt he was thankful for as it was easy to raise to her waist. Beneath were panties. Simple and practical. And beneath them...the thought made his cock hurt. How did she have so much power over him without even being aware?
He grabbed her, marveling at how his hands were larger than her hips, and pulled her closer so her bottom half was hanging partially off the table and held up by him.
The action caused her panties to brush against his cock. Even such a little touch, and the warmth of her sex, pushed him to depths of pleasure he had never known existed. He needed her. More than food, more than air, he needed her. Even if she would rightfully hate him from this moment on oh how he needed her. Needed to feel this and for his first to be with the one person who could make him feel alive.
With one finger he pulled her panties to the side, while another delicately probed at her entrance. Another moan from her, and a roll of her head. She might be waking up but he couldn't stop now. Not when he was in so much pain for her. She might wake to see how he'd unraveled so and Zenos hoped she'd take pride in knowing twas she the only one capable of bringing him to kneel.
His finger slipped inside, marveling at how warm and wet she was. Soft textured walls that beckoned him inside. Precum was already running down his cock. He could hardly take it but Zenos found every ounce of strength he had to spare in order to pace himself. She may be asleep but he wanted to ensure this was enjoyable for her.
One hand kept her hips raised up so he could lean down and run his tongue over her pussy. His tongue was large enough that all it took was one lap to leave her wet. She tasted good. Sweet and salty. Enough to wet his lips but leave him craving more. That simple action caused her to buck against his mouth, another moan slipping into the air.
She would wake up. He knew she would. And he had accepted it. Maybe it would rile up her anger. Maybe not. Either way....he was done waiting.
Zenos lined himself up, panties still pulled over, and began to nudge himself against her. Little at first, just enough to get the tip wet with her juices. So warm. A sharp contrast to the frigid air around them. His mind threatened to blank from such pleasure but he wasn't done. A few more half thrusts and her walls began to yield to him. They wrapped around his cock with such ferocity that he lost all coherent thoughts.
Another moan from her, louder and more complete. It was a sirens call, telling him he was doing a good job and to continue. Which he did until, agonizingly slowly, every inch was inside of his dear friend.
He almost lost himself right there. She was impossibly tight, squeezing him with such force he groaned. He pulled out slowly before instinct had him thrusting back in. It seemed to wind her. She gasped and let out a shaky moan. He needed more. So certain he would die without it.
Something overtook him. He could no longer be gentle. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her still as he started to thrust inside of her without restraint. Gods she felt good. He lost himself in her. All the cares in the world, even the preparation for their fight, were as leaves in the wind.
Her body was being rocked on the table, breasts bouncing with each desperate thrust. Gods she was beautiful and, in this moment, she was his. He didn't want it to end but there was no way to stave off his impending orgasm. How long had his resolve lasted before her? Not nearly long enough. He hoped she was proud of herself.
His thrusts, deep enough that he could see her stomach distend a little every time he bottomed out, were coming quicker. Pleasure mounting and threatening to spill forth. Her moans turned to whimpers, cunt slick with pleasure, and her back started to arch. She was responding so well that he wondered if she was awake...or perhaps their passions had entered her dreams. Either way the sounds she made drove him insane and Zenos knew he wouldn't last much longer. A shamefully quick performance unbefitting of him yet so very perfect for them.
Just a few more thrusts and he would empty him-
"My Lord the - oh."
Pleasure was instantly replaced by rage and he turned to glare at that insufferable fool. He had no right to see this, to see their moment of passion. no right to see her so vulnerable. Zenos hunkered over her like a hungry animal guarding his food from other predators; hiding her naked form from Fandaniel's unworthy eyes with his own body.
With eyes enraged and voice growling he snapped.
"Leave. Now." Just two words that conveyed a very sudden death if he stayed another blink. It worked. There was no witty remark from the Ascian just him tucking tail and running before his head could be detached.
With the interruption gone quicker than it has appeared, Zenos turned his gaze back to her. Her face was flush, lips parted and on the precipice of another gasp. So eager had he been that he'd forgotten to taste her lips. That was what came before sex, wasn't it? A kiss? Well...there was no better time than the present.
He leaned over her, hunching his back so he could lean down and catch her lips. A tickle of her breath on his nose before he captured her lips. They were as soft as her breasts but somehow even more inviting. He thrust inside her again, lips still tasting hers, and felt her moan vibrate through him.
Zenos wasn't sure what love was, or even how it felt, but this...this was surely the closest he had ever come to it. He wanted nothing more than to keep her...to wake up every day tasting and feeling her. To be the first and last thing she saw in a day. But he knew he couldn't. She was too strong, too primal. Only open stretches of lands befit his beast. To keep her, to cage her, would be to take away everything she was. It would be to destroy her and that...that he could never do.
His lips stayed, devouring her moans like a starving man, until he found his bliss. She had invaded each of his senses and it was all too much. Nails dug into her hips, eliciting a whine from her, and he felt his orgasm consume him.
Vision blurred and was speckled with a haze. He broke the kiss and gasped, his entire body tensing up before he spilled his seed deep inside her. Zenos rested his head against her shoulder and thrust in a few more times, chasing the high and emptying himself further each time. His body rocked as pleasure swept through him.
He had never felt so unsteady on his feet. A moment of dizziness rocking him and threatening to down him. It mocked him. All his strength yet she had done the impossible, all while unconscious.
Zenos stilled his movements but stayed deep inside her. There was a small but noticeable bulge in her belly where his seed had expanded her. He considered for a moment that she might could get pregnant. She'd surely hate that but he...his heart skipped a beat at the prospect. He'd be a horrible father but he'd try. He'd try damned harder than his own father ever did. Zenos knew it was not to be though. If she did end up pregnant, and found out he the father (after all how could he not tell her?) she would almost certainly disembowel him. It would be worth it to know that, what was sure to be the most dangerous predator, grew within her. A piece of them unified forever. Despite knowing his eventual face Zenos tried to wish it into being.
Finally he pulled out, soft enough that it was easy, and marveled at how much of his seed seeped out of her. If the Gods did exist, and would be willing to listen to him, then she would take with child. Oh how happy he would be.
With his movements stilled, and his passion finally sated, the chill of the air started to settle in. Zenos tucked himself back in and buttoned his pants then went about reverently covering her up. First her bra pulled up, hard nipples hidden from the cold, then her top buttoned. Last he slid her panties over, smiling as the cloth quickly became soaked with the fruits of their passion.
He wasn't deluded enough to imagine this would happen again. No the moment she returned to her body and felt what happened...he had no doubt their next meeting would end in his death.
But, having experienced this, he could never deny that the punishment would be worth the pleasure he had received.
Once again she was deep asleep and unawares as to what occurred. For now. He lifted her with the utmost care and carried her small form to a throne. It was large, set up for his form, but instead he kneeled and placed her down upon it. So small and yet capable of bringing him to his knees without so much as a word. She was truly remarkable.
She sat there and, for perhaps the last time, Zenos reached out to caress her face. He looked forward to her rage.