“Escuro,” Escuridade gasped out, arching into his touch. The word was part plea, part command. “Stop teasing me like this.” Her own hands moved from his chest to grip his shoulders tightly, nails biting into the muscle there. The familiar darkness within her seemed to recede completely under the flood of sensation coursing through her veins. Escuro’s one hand moved from her breast to undo the binds that hold his robe closed, parting his robe so his muscular chest and c**k was bare. His erection rubbed directly against her folds now. A low, guttural sound escaped her throat as he finally freed himself from his confines. The sight of his naked chest and the hard length of his erection pressing directly against her sensitive flesh sent a shockwave of pure sensation through her entire being.
He inner muscles clenched involuntarily around him, already craving the invasion. “Finally,” she breathed out, her voice raspy with need. Her purple eyes darkened to a deeper shade as they roamed over is exposed body– taking in the defined planes of his abdomen and the way his c**k stood proud and ready between them. Without waiting for permission, she reached down between their bodies, wrapping her fingers around the base of his shaft while she lifted her hips slightly. She guided it deliberately against herself again, creating a wet friction that made both of them groan simultaneously. “This is what we fight for,” she declared fiercely while stroking him along her slick folds. “This feeling– the reminder that even monsters can find pleasure.”
Escuridade moved Escuro’s c**k, so the tip enters her. He groans and grinds his teeth, holding back the urge to thrust fully inside her. Her breath hitched as she felt the hot, thick head of his c**k press against her entrance. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, her body instinctively clenching around the single inch of him that had already breached her. The sensation as electric, sending waves of heat radiating through her core. “Escuro – stop holding back,” she pleaded, her voice cracking with need. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she tried to shift her hips, desperate to take more of him. “I can feel hold much you want this. Do not make me wait.” Her purple eyes locked onto his face, watching the struggle play out across his features.
The way his jaw clenched, and his red eyes squeezed shut only fuelled her own desperation. The familiar darkness within her seemed to quiet completely under the overwhelming tide of physical longing. “Please,” she whispered against his neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin there. His hands moved to her hips again and he thrusted upward until her was completely inside her. A sharp cry tore from her throat as he drove himself fully into her. Her body convulsed around him, legs tightening reflexively around his waist as she struggled to accommodate his sudden, complete entry. The abrupt fullness stretched her walls in ways she had not experience in a long time.
“Ah– Escuro!” she gasped out, nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood. Her head fell forward against his shoulders as waves of intense pleasure crashed over her senses. The initial sting of stretching gave way quickly to a deep, aching bliss that radiated from where they were joined. “Gods– you feel so good,” she managed between panting breaths. “So do you,” Escuro said, his voice laced with amazement. He starts thrusting upward slowly. “It has been too long.” Escuridade’s hips instinctively met each of his slow, deliberate thrusts. The familiar rhythm of their bodes moving together sent shivers of pure pleasure coursing through her veins, chasing away the last vestiges of cold darkness that usually plagued her. Her purple eyes fluttered closed for a moment, savouring the sensation of being completely filled by him.
“Too long,” she agreed breathlessly, her voice taking on a husky quality she rarely allowed herself. “I forgot what it felt like– to just be a woman and a man, not a weapon or a monster.” Her hands slid from his shoulders to wrap around his neck, pulling herself closer until their chests were pressed flush together. The contrast between his warm skin and her own cooler touch was intoxicating. “Don’t stop,” she whispered against his lips. “Remind me again what it means to feel alive like this.” Escuro starts thrusting his hips faster. “This– this is why we began all this,” he mutters, breathlessly. “So, we could be– just a man and a woman.” The faster rhythm of his thrusts sent Escuridade’s head spinning with pleasure.
Her body arches against his, meeting each powerful stroke with an eager urgency that belief her usual controlled demeanour. The slow, deliberate pace had been a gentle reminder, but this faster cadence was a passionate affirmation of everything they were fighting for. “Just a man and a woman,” she repeated against his lips, the words tasting like a forbidden fruit. “Not witches or hunters or monsters– just us.” She rocked her hips in perfect sync with his movements. The worn, ruined watchtower seemed to fade away completely under the heat of their connection. “Faster,” she demanded softly but firmly, her voice laced with desperation. “I need to feel every part of you claiming me.” Escuro started pounding into her and just as she was about to c*m, he slowed and kissed her deeply.
A frustrated whimper escaped her lips as his sudden shift in rhythm brought her right to the precipice of release, only to pull back at the last second. The deep kiss he pressed against her mouth was both a palm and an agonizing tease, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. “Escuro, you bastard,” she breathed against his lips, her voice shaking with a mixture of pleasure and exasperation. Her nails raked down his back hard enough to leave marks. “Do not dare stop now. I am so close.” Her inner muscles clenched desperately around him, trying to milk more friction from his slowed movements. “You are enjoying this too much,” she accused between kisses, nipping at his lower lip sharply. “Making me beg for it when you knew exactly what I need.”