Celestial Fragments

In the heat of the moment(18+)

That smirk of his always took her breath away and made her stir in her seat, but this time she huffed and rolled her eyes, sipping from her drink, eyes moving back at the burning fireplace. Did it intimidate her ? Even if it did, she would never admit it.

Aellioah's chest rumbled with a wicked laughter at her reaction . Her shyness and the way she fought her instincts and kept herself away from him was both hilarious and thrilling at the same time .

"Since I am in such a good mood-" he over accentuated his words with a wave of his hand, "-you can go ahead and ask away five questions." Aellioah got up from his chair and walked to the table to grab the pint of wine and pour himself some more.

When he got up, Angelique could feel herself melt into her seat, hoping to avoid him getting too close. She watched him walk away, noting how, despite his stature, his movements were fluid and filled with a strange elegance. He returned to her, offering to fill her now empty cup and Angelique extended her glass immediately, with a cheerful look on her face despite the anxiety that still ran on the background.

"And will you answer them with honesty?" she asked, as Aellioah sat back down, his brow raised at her question.

"Is this really how you want to use your first question?" he mocked with a sheepish smirk, drinking once again.

"Yes. I'd rather have fewer questions to ask and know I'm not being lied to than waste words and energy with you." she admitted boldly, giving him a mocking half smile.

"I'll do my best to fulfill your curiosity then." Aellioah leaned back into the seat, watching her with interest.

"What are the Dragonkin?" the first question came almost immediately, as if it had been burnt in her mind for a while now and she finally got the chance to let it out.

"Very powerful beings." Stated Aellioah shortly with a simple head nod.

To his answer, Angelique stiffened. "You call this honesty?" she hissed at him.

"I'm very honest!" Countered Aellioah with a stern face.

"Ass..." she murmured under her breath, taking another long sip from her drink and looking away from him.

But Aellioah did not seem to be bothered by it. As silence set over them again, he simply continued to watch her, his eyes skimming over the gentle lines of her face, down her neck , shoulders and stopping over the curves of her hips.

"In what way am I related to them?" she broke the silence, staring into the dying fire.

"I have little to no idea about that matter." Aelllioah admitted without a shame.

"How are you sure I am one of them?" she insisted, her eyes narrowing while still looking away from him.

But to this, he didn't reply right away. The smirk on his face dulled and he seemed to have gotten serious for the first time in a long while. his eyes narrowed slightly, watching her, trying to get into her mind, but there was no place for him there. He could not break down her barrier now and the more he hesitated to answer her, the angrier she started to get.

"If you are not going to-" she started and got up, rushing away.

Aellioah sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, before getting up as well and grabbing her arm, stopping her and pulling her towards him.

"Let go of-" she hissed at him, but when her eyes met his, she swallowed her words immediately. He was dead serious and the look on his face said he was pissed about something. Good!

"I am not sure you are one of them." he admitted, his voice low, husky, as he closed the distance between them. His hand finger traced the line of her jaw. "Dragonkin are one of the elder races. One that lived at the beginning of time. One that has been erased from history at about the same time as the An'ekds were." his finger hooked on her chin, keeping her face still as he gazed upon her face. "A living and breathing Dragonkin should not be a possibility." his eyes narrowed to mere slits as he looked at her. "Yet-" he hissed, his face nearing hers.

A strange tension built around them. Angelique wanted to pull away and at the same time melt into his touch. She forgot to breathe as he spoke, her eyes fixed on his face. The height difference was massive and she felt herself grow even smaller when he approached her.

"-Dragonkin or not, there's a beast lurking underneath your skin. A mighty, powerful monster that wants out. i can see it behind your eyes, I can hear it when your anger pours out like venom, I can feel it crawl under your skin when I touch you-" his other hand found its way to her waist, fingers drawing the curved line of her hips slowly. "Your patterned skin holds more to it than the shame you smear all over it." his nose brushed against hers, his breath falling right on her face, smelling like the wine he had, delicious and intoxicating.

Angelique could feel herself growing hot and bothered, heat pooling in her lower abdomen and spreading between her thighs along with the lingering feeling of need for his touch.

Aellioah's thumb moved slowly over her bottom lip, tugging at it for a moment. Angelique did not protest, her eyes closing for half as she leaned into his touch, her mind hazy with lust, need and alcohol. Aellioah's thumb parted her lips again and, without hesitation, slipped into her mouth. Without much hesitation, the tip of her tongue brushed against it slowly, while her eyes moved to stare into his. She found his reaction delightful. His eyes darkened with the same spark of lust she had seen before, his lips curled into a devious smirk, and he mouthed a silent: "Good girl..." before pulling his thumb out slowly, bringing it to his lips, and licking it slowly.

She could feel her cheeks grow hot and pink as she watched him, her lips still slightly parted. Aellioah suddenly grabbed her hips with both hands and lifted her on the table, setting her down on the edge of it and leaning over her. There was a low rumble in his chest that sounded like a purr, as he brushed his fingers up her waist, to her chest, moving over her breasts and settling on her neck. One of his hands grabbed the side of her neck, his thumb pressing under her chin harshly, forcing her to look up at him.

Angelique tensed against him, her own hand wrapping around his wrist, jaw clenching tightly and eyes narrowing in expectation.

His other hand parted her legs and he walked between them. She was positioned just right to feel the excitement growing between his own legs as he pressed against her pelvis. With a defiant look on her face, Angelique moved slowly, rubbing herself against the growing bulge. The purr intensified and so did the darkness in his eyes.

"Don't start something you're not about to finish-" he muttered between his teeth, his face leaning down towards hers again, thumb releasing the pressure from under her chin and moving over her lips again, forcefully parting them.

"If i remember correctly, you were the one to start this-" she countered with confidence, her breath hot and shaky. "-days ago..." her words trailed off when she noticed his eyes moving from her eyes to her lips.

With the same confidence, her tongue moved between her lips licking them slowly, brushing against his thumb, while her hand guided his hand to bring his thumb into her mouth. With her eyes still pinned on his face she licked around his thumb and sucked it slowly, teasing. Her hot breath fell against his skin, her perfume spreading all around, intoxicating him. While she could feel his arousal clearly against one of her legs, he could smell the growing need. While she busied herself with his thumb in one of the most satisfying and scandalous ways, his other hand moved under her dress, drawing a straight line from her knee to her inner thigh. Angelique shuddered with expectation, but when he stopped, she did as well, looking up at him with wordless pleas.

"You're not wearing underwear..." he whispered, his fingers brushing along the side of her upper inner thigh, towards her hip to confirm his statement. He couldn't feel any material on her skin. Just warm, soft , delicious flesh.

"You haven't sent any to my room-" she smirked with a raised brow.

"What were you thinking? Coming to meet a bunch of strangers without any underwear-" his fingers trailed back down and tenderly brushed over the heated lips of her p***y.

Angelique's eyes fluttered closed to the simple touch, feeling something within her stir impatiently. She breathed out a long sigh, opening her eyes for half to look at him. He seemed pleased with her reaction and, right now, she didn't care about his thoughts at all. She shamelessly wanted more-

But before she could think of more, two of his fingers spread her flesh slowly, while a third started to move towards the entrance to feel her excitement. Needless to say that even without much, she was already a small pool, and with satisfaction, he coated his fingers with her juices, before finding her clit. When his finger found it, she let out a gentle groan of pleasure, letting him know he was doing it just right as he started to slowly circle it.

She leaned her head backwards slowly, his hand still on her neck and her hand holding on to his wrist for balance.

Her moans were as delicious as her tempting scent that now filled the room and drove Aellioah to want more of her. For a while, his fingers continued to stroke her clit but it very soon grew to be not enough. Not for him at least.

When he stopped and pulled his hand out, Angelique's haze vanished immediately. She opened her eyes and found him licking the moisture off his fingers, staring at her intently. Before she could comment on him being gross, Aellioah pushed her flat on her back, and lifted her dress to give himself access between her legs.

"What are you-" she hissed between her teeth, trying to move back up, but when she felt his tongue brush against her p***y, her words melted away immediately and she remained on her back, her hands moving to grab his hair.

When her fingers curled in his hair, Aellioah growled lowly in his throat, a rumble of pleasure. His tongue, longer and a little rougher than a human's, moved slowly between the slick folds of her cunt, drawing lines from her entrance to her clit. The musky taste was stronger by the entrance, and oh how he wanted to burry his tongue inside her, but the reaction he got from her everytime the tip of his tongue circled her clit was too good to be avoided.