forum Private with Serpentess

Started February 11, 2022 by @emilyevewrites group

tune

Farah understood what he wanted of her, and her legs shook as they carried her across her small lawn until she reached near the edge of her barrier.

The pale moonlight reflected off of her hair and clothes, giving her an otherworldly appearance, almost ghostly.

The closer she got to Mardicos, the hotter the runes became and the greater her ache. She cried out, nearly falling to her knees, but she was miraculously able to catch herself.

She looked up at him, her eyes desperate. “Mardicos… please,” Farah begged, moaning softly. “Relieve me of this ache.”

The wolf watched her approach, starting to drool as she entered the moonlight. She nearly fell and he rose, prepared to pounce on her. Though, her plea touched something in the wolf, and his glaring eyes became gentle.

He approached her, then stood and shoved her to the ground. The moment he touched her, the pull of the moon faded so much that he nearly collapsed. Startled, he inspected Farah, pacing around her. He then glared at the moon, snarling defiantly. It was his time!

Something compelled him though. The reminder of what he had lost centuries ago. He had once been so close to Mardicos, nearly one in thought and movement. Now, that wasn’t so, and the wolf craved for that union more than he craved for the one with Farah.

The moon continued to shine brightly, and the wolf followed its rays to Farah. It was showing him the way back to Mardicos. Through Farah.

He reluctantly stepped toward Farah, then rethought his strategy and moved toward her ankles. He then stepped onto her, walking up her body. The pull of the moon faded again, and the wolf growled stubbornly, fighting the change, even thinking about biting Farah. But, when he looked into Farah’s desperate eyes, it reminded him of himself, of his own desperation, and he calmed, relinquishing himself to the moon.

The wolf started to change in full, his fur receding, his bones snapping. Though, he growled through the pain, it was shockingly less painful than any other time he’d morphed.

A few moments passed, which was far faster than usual, then Mardicos, kneeling over her in all his human glory, stared down at Farah with mismatched eyes. Sweat coated his body, and the runes softly glowed as they burned him.

“It is not you who aches, Farah… Beautiful Farah. My Farah,”he breathed, moving closer to her until his lips tenderly met hers.

Farah cried out in surprise as she fell back. For a split second, so quickly she barely even registered it, she felt a wild feeling pass through her. Pure, unbridled, animalistic desire. But it was gone before she hit the ground.

She gasped for air, trying to push her top half up since her bottom half was numb from the burning. The soft sound of the wolf’s paws on the grass made its way around her, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up hearing the snarl. She could smell the wolf’s breath clearly, and it stank of blood.

Farah realized quickly that because of the mysterious runic pain, she would be completely defenseless to any of the wolf’s attacks should it decide to—

Her heart was racing, so much so that she nearly lost herself to the unconscious. It was then that the wolf began to crawl up her body, its fur brushing her skin.

The fairy had been hyperventilating, but she held her breath for what seemed like an eternity as she met the wolf’s eyes. “Please,” she whispered again, weakly. She hoped it would be enough.

Her eyes widened as the wolf on top of her shifted into a much more familiar form. The fur retracted, and the snapping of bones back into place made her cringe for a moment. But the face hovering over hers now was unmistakable.

Her ash-blonde hair was splayed around her face, having come completely undone from the beautiful hairstyle it had been shaped into earlier. But Farah hardly realized. His heterochromic eyes met her dark brown ones, and a bolt of electricity shot down the fairy’s spine. She suddenly realized the searing pain between her thighs had vanished.

“Mardicos…” she breathed right before his lips captured hers.

This kiss was unlike any other Farah had ever experienced. She felt herself come alive, terror melting away into passion. She reached up, cupping his face to keep him close, and slid her thumbs gently over his cheekbones. He’d called her his Farah… She couldn’t help but smile against his lips.

A rumbling moan escaped him when Farah said his name. His hand then brushed through her hair, curling it around his fingers and playing with it a bit. He liked her hair loose and wild like it was, though he was still quite fond of the updo.

Mardicos sensed her relaxing, fear becoming passion, and he deepened the kiss. The way she held his face only inspired him to deepen it more. And, her smile. It was that lovely pinch of sweetness to her intoxicating lips, and he couldn’t help a chuckle.

After a long moment, Mardicos lifted his head to catch his breath. He gently untangled his fingers from her hair, then delicately caressed her cheek. The touch of his fingers was a sharp contrast to his eyes though. They pierced into Farah with a hunger that was goaded by both the moon’s pull and the burning runes. So close. He was so close, but he wouldn’t dare force her in any way, not for anything.

“I believe it is my turn to beg you to relieve this ache. I need this, Farah. I need you… but, only if you want me,”he breathed, a flicker of timidness coming into his eyes at the last bit.

Oh gods… His fingers in her hair made Farah moan uncontrollably into his mouth. It was a longing sound, containing the effect of self-induced solitude and isolation for years. Her hair was her weakness, and by the stars, Mardicos’ hands felt so good in it.

Her heart was racing in her chest. She worried for a moment that he might feel it as she moved with him to deepen the kiss. It was only their first, and she was already addicted to the feel of his lips on hers. She had fallen hard for him, despite everything that her logical mind warned her against. The fairy was aware of the dangers, and yet she ran toward them anyway.

Finally, she gasped for air as he did. She closed her eyes as his fingers left her hair and trailed down her cheek. After a moment, she met his gaze again, and a chill ran through her. By the gods, no one had ever looked at her before the way that Mardicos was looking at her now. She felt his hunger and his desire as it fueled her own.

His words stilled her. She listened intently, stroking her thumbs gently across his cheekbones while he spoke. Her eyes searched his as she responded in a near-whisper. “I’ve never needed anyone as much as I need you. I want you, Mardicos. And I’m afraid I will never stop wanting for you as long as I live.”

Her moan made him shiver with delight. He loved the sound of it, and he definitely planned to hear it again.

He was so absorbed in the moment, in the kiss, that he didn’t even register that it was their first. Farah was, simply put, intoxicating, like a finely brewed mead that went well with practically anything. He couldn’t resist, nor did he want to. He just wanted to sink deeper into the depths of Farah’s presence, bathing in her scent for all eternity.

He watched her close her eyes, then smelled her growing desire. It brought a smile to him. She would be so easy to claim.

“Don’t be afraid of it. I have never known a woman as lovely as you. And, I plan to cherish every second we are together,”he purred.

He took one of her hands, nuzzling into it for a moment, deeply inhaling her scent. He then kissed the back of her hand, then each of her fingers, taking his time. He didn’t want to rush this occasion, even with the incessant nagging between his legs.

Farah immediately blushed at his words. She’d never thought of herself as ‘lovely’ until that moment. Here she was, pinned under an incredibly strong and handsome man, and for the first time, she thought of herself as ‘lovely.’

Her breath hitched at his tone and as he kissed each one of her fingers, she shivered. “And I plan on that as well,” she whispered.

Though the runes had stopped burning, she began to feel a different ache. Farah bit her lip lightly and sighed.

“Oh…” she moaned again, quieter than the first time, as she felt his desire building with hers.

Mardicos chuckled when he saw her blush. She looked so sweet when she blushed. So sweet and delightful, especially now, with her hair undone, and her eyes giving away her desire.

At her words, Mardicos gave off a rumbling moan. He couldn’t help it. To hear her say that she would enjoy every second of their time together was heartwarming, and exciting in many ways.

He moved to tenderly kiss the inside of her wrist, then started a line up her arm. As he went up, he pushed her sleeve aside, until he couldn’t go any further up her arm. Then, Mardicos gave Farah another kiss on the lips.

This one was shorter, but sweeter, full of the warmth and affection he felt for her. Then, he started a new line of small kisses along her jaw. As he did so, his fingers brushed through her hair again.

Chills ran through Farah’s body as Mardicos moaned. She leaned her head back as his lips travelled from her wrist, up her arm, and finally to her lips again.

Farah eagerly kissed him back and was about to whine when he pulled away. However, his lips on her jaw caused eyes to close and her mouth to fall open. Her head to tilted back, exposing more skin, more of herself, willingly to Mardicos.

And as his fingers threaded through her hair again, another moan slipped out. Dear gods, her hair was a weakness. It really was unfair that he had figured it out so quickly.

“Mardicos…” she moaned out his name. “Oh, Mardicos…”

Mardicos smiled at her reaction as he kissed her jaw. Though, as she tilted her head back, he couldn’t resist the offer. He curved the trail of kisses down to her neck, slowing his pace, savoring the moment.

Her moan rang in his ears, weakening what little of his self-control still remained. Damn. He wanted to take his time, but she was making it so hard to do that.

Then, she started saying his name. A small gasp escaped him and he closed his eyes to listen to her. After a breif moment, he shifted to her ear, his hot breath dancing along her skin.

“You, my dear Farah, have a fucking addictive voice. I love the way you say my name. And, the sounds you make…”he whispered in her ear, finishing his statement with a long, deep moan to show how much he adored her noises.

He then couldn’t resist a gentle nip to her ear, and he deliberately brushed his fingers through her hair again.

Farah’s breath hitched as Mardicos traveled from her jaw to her neck. Her eyes fluttered as his kisses slowed, and she swallowed heavily.

Her eyes flew open again as his lips moved beside her ear. She shivered at his hot breath across her neck and temple.

She felt arousal shoot through her at his words. And his moan set something off in her that she’s never felt before in her life.

She couldn’t resist another moan at both the little nip and that his fingers were in her hair again, and she moved her lips to his jaw. She pressed her own trail of kisses up his jawline until she got to his ear.

When she reached it, she whispered in her own silky, seductive tone directly into his ear.

“And you, my handsome Mardicos, have made your moans my catalyst. I want to hear you say my name.”

Damn, her smell was so, so delightful. He couldn’t get enough of it, particularly as her excitement grew.

His breath hitched at her moan, then he gasped when Farah kissed his jaw. He tilted his head, even shifting his long hair out of the way so she could continue.

A long moan escaped him and his eyes flickered closed when she spoke. She was so close to his ear, his own weakness. She only needed to move back slightly, to the space behind his ear, and his control would completely snap. She was so close.

“Farah… Farah, just a little back. Please… Farah,”he moaned, his voice a deep rumble.

Farah couldn’t get enough of his moans. It was driving her mad, and she could feel her undergarments beginning to soak.

“Your wish is my command,” she purred.

She took her time, teasing him as she followed his instructions. Back a little further, she thought as she kissed at the skin under his ear. Slowly, she made her way behind his ear and took a chance by nipping gently at the skin under her lips after placing a few lingering kisses.

Her words made his breath hitch. He then tilted his head a bit closer to her, starting to pant as she teased him. His heart pounded in his chest, thumping louder in anticipation. Then, her lips found that one space and a deep moan echoed from his throat.

That moan turned into a loud gasp when she nipped him, and the fingers of his bracing hand dug into the dirt. A rumbling hum started deep in his throat, like a strange combination of a moan and an attempted purr.

His other hand moved down to her hip, and his fingers curled over the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up until skin was showing. Then, he slipped his hand under her shirt, steadily sliding his spread fingers up her stomach.

He shifted one of his legs, moving it between her legs. Then, he used it to spread hers a bit wider.

He stopped there, his attention turning back to her bare stomach, and he moved down to kiss every inch of her skin. All the while, he kept that rumbling hum going.

(Should we head to PMs at this point?)
(Also, I’ll have to get off here in a sec. I’ll be back this evening though)