FURY
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Ussi entered the chamber that he had been occupying since their arrival and found it empty and quiet. He stood there for a second, pondering the possibilities, before turning around and walking decidedly through the large corridor and all the way to the opposite side of the palace, reaching her door.
Sighing, he rapped his knuckles firmly on the cold surface and stood still, perking his ears up at the silent barrier.
-Come in – He heard a faint voice uttering a moment later, and he let himself inside.
-Hey, is Axe here with you? – The Yahurian asked, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room and landing on Souna´s figure lying on the bed with her back turned away from him.
-He is with Sehira – The girl groggily muttered – He fell asleep in her arms. She has been having nightmares and, well … You know how Axe has this soothing effect sometimes – She rolled around to face him - Are you mad?
-Not at all – The warrior breathed out with relief, closing the door behind him, and slowly inching towards her bed – Why would I be? She is tough. I know he is perfectly safe with her.
-Is everything all right? – Souna asked worriedly, reaching for him through the shades and soon finding his hand, pulling him down and making him sit. Her fingers undoing the straps of his mask and setting it aside. Her palm running tenderly down his jaw.
-It is- He assured, rolling her around and crawling behind her, his lips trailing small kisses along her neck and making her shudder – I just… Just let me stay like this for a second.
-You sound tired – She remarked, stretching her arm out to grab his hair, playing distractedly with the tip of his long braid.
-I am – He agreed, leaning against her shoulder and biting it slightly – It's been an agitated week, but we are now ready to start marching.
-Finally! – Souna whispered, her voice laced with a hint of reproach – So now I can get some of your precious attention at last… Commander.
-What is that supposed to mean? – Ussi asked, his grip tightening around her waist – Why are you angry at me?
-You haven't visited my chambers ever since we arrived here – She mumbled resentfully – Why is that?
-Because you just buried your husband – He exhaled out sharply – That is why… I figured you needed some time to yourself.
-I don't need any time for myself! – She shouted, enraged, climbing on top of him and anxiously undressing him – What I need is revenge! What I need is for us to stop stalling and start acting! What I need is to get our land back once and for all!
-We are! – He replied confused, grabbing her by the hips – We are not stalling, we just needed some time to prepare… You have no idea of what it takes!
-Shut up! – She cried out, slapping him across the face – Thirty people! You know what that is? That is the total number of survivors of this once crowded city! We can't let this keep happening, we just can't! It is a worthless deed to free an almost barren land!
-I know! – Ussi grunted back, sweeping her up and pinning her down on the bed with his body, barely struggling with her flailing limbs– And we won't. We are going to stop them!
-Promise me! – She demanded, her hands darting to his neck and squeezing it tightly -Promise me!
-I swear! – He exclaimed sharply, prying her fingers open and clutching them inside his palms.
-You better! – Souna groaned, pushing him aside and crawling over him, her hands finding his hardened member and massaging it. Before pulling her undergarments down and getting it inside her unceremoniously.
He sat down, holding her body, and searching for her lips. His hands brushing her cheeks and finding them drenched in tears.
She grabbed his palms sternly and pushed them down, placing them on her breasts instead and holding to his back, her nails digging into his skin as she rode him frantically and forcefully for a while, until a beastly growl emerged hurtfully from deep inside her soul.
Her shriek soon turning into a soft whimper as she finally slowed her pace almost to a halt and rested her head on his broad shoulder.
-Are you done with the fury f**k? – His voice asked her in the quietness of the night, and she nodded defeated against him.
-Good – He said, scooping her up and pulling his manhood out of her, before placing her exhausted body on the bed and creeping between her legs. His lips kissing her wet cheeks softly, then trailing towards her lips patiently, feeling them parting and meekly welcoming him with a heavy sigh.
With one hand, he slowly guided himself inside again as he held onto her, tenderly rubbing circles onto her skin while he placed light pecks over her forehead, her neck… her shoulders. Calmly sinking deeper and firmly into her crevices.
Her moans suddenly increasing in volume and length as he moved within her unhurriedly, his rough fingers running down her side and making her shiver.
His unknown face burying into her collarbone as he pushed a little bit harder, and she reached longingly for his jaw, her eyes scanning for the slightest silhouette of his features… Making out only the blurry edges of them and the intense glow of his eyes staring back at her.
She traced his mouth, and she felt the corner of it rise in a radiant grin, his lips opening and letting out a strained hiss at her touch. With trembling hands, she grabbed his head and pulled him towards her, her tongue sucking the breath out of him eagerly as a few relieved tears ran down her cheeks and her body began quaking below him.
-There it is – He whispered fervidly, adjusting himself inside her – Now let it out for me, please.
Daintily, he drove a hand under her butt's cheek and pushed it towards him purposefully, his movements hunting for the familiar, tightening sensation encircling him, and seizing it a moment later. The forceful grip of her womanhood engulfing him and throbbing around his sensitive manliness, before being rewarded with her powerful release, and finally given the right to allow his load to spill among the dampness of her constricting thighs.
-Are you asleep? – Souna whispered while they reposed next to each other. Her back turned towards him as his breath tickled her neck.
-I was trying to – He scoffed, drawing her closer to him by the waist and resting his lips on the nape of her neck, brushing his rough jaw against it.
-I am scared about tomorrow – She mumbled, grabbing his index finger, and rubbing circles onto it.
-About marching north? – Ussi asked drowsily.
-No – Souna replied – I am scared about the future, and of what has been fated for us.
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