Aeress

There were no lights except for what was flashing from above. Hues of blue and red and gold came upon the throng of grinding werewolves and humans, illuminating the outline of their half-naked bodies every other pulse. A scent of mingling sweat and perfumes fused, disrupting her focus completely.The music was so loud it was consuming, thrumming through her veins and evoking the kind of heat that drove most wild with lust. This was the kind of music you had sex to, unfiltered, shameless sex.

They both made it to the middle of these untamed creatures. She couldn't center her eyes on just one thing. Everyone was just so beautiful and lively. For a moment, she was elevated to a euphoric state.

She felt his hands skim up her thighs before putting a claiming grip on her hips. Aeress didn't care that she kinda hated him and kinda loved him. She allowed herself to ignore it all, because it was so easy to, because she kinda wanted to. She touched up on her own body, waking up every nerve, and swayed her hips, becoming a seductress, the kind that made nations of men and women fall to their knees.

Her hair was tossed around as she began to sweetly torture not only Warrick, but also herself. His hardness nestled perfectly into her ass, and she couldn't stop herself from rubbing against it. His groans in her ear only excited her further, and she felt alive. His hands did a little of their own exploring, massaging her just as much as he overwhelmed her skin with his heat and possession.

The lust between her legs made her feel like one whole, pounding, throbbing pulse. It was painful as much as it was blissful.

He forcefully turned her around so that she was facing him, and he claimed her mouth, kissing her with everything she ever wanted out of life. All the while, just like everyone else, they grinded to the beat of the music. It wasn't really dancing though, was it? No, it was thinly-veiled sex.

Aeress allowed her head to fall back as he tasted her without an ounce of temperance. The sensation of his warm lips and tongue sliding across her flesh made her moan into the night, but this sound was swallowed by the crowd who were also experiencing this momentary paradise. All the while, she couldn't get close enough, she just needed him inside, stretching her and filling like she knew he would.

He pulled her back up with a harsh hold on her neck. She shuddered as he nipped at her almost painfully. "I'm not letting you go," he rasped into her ear, "I'll fight till my very last breath, but you will understand me, here and now." She whimpered as his palm came up between her legs and rubbed ever so softly. "You belong to me." His touched became urgent. "And tonight I'll make you scream until your voice is sore. You want to know why?"

She held onto him and looked up into those crazy, hungry eyes. "Why?" she gasped, needing him closer and closer.

"Because I take care of what's mine."

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Aeress couldn't breathe. Her throat was tired from all her screaming, just like he promised. She had never been so sensitive, feeling every nerve in her body contract and expand with mind-numbing bliss. There wasn't anything she couldn't feel, nothing got past her awareness.

She tried rolling away from the intensity yet again, bucking against his tongue as it ravaged her, but his hands just tightened their grip on the inner part of her thighs. There would be bruises in the morning, no question, but she just didn't care.

Her lips kept healing only to be split open by her nibbling teeth. She looked down to see his face burried in between her thighs. The image was so incredibly erotic, she wanted to keep watching as he ate her like a thanksgiving meal. The way his head swayed and bobbed up and down, it was too much, not enough. He would switch between masterfully delving his tongue into her folds, playfully teasing her clit, and gently kissing her down there as if he was actually doing so with her mouth. The moments of gentleness threatened to break her.

Her back remained posed in an arch, her breasts thrust into the cold air with hardened nipples. Her ass was almost numb from sitting on the cool surface of his desk. She was laid out like a meal, and as he kneeled downward, taking in his fill, and he did just that. She could just imagine what they looked like from the outside with her legs draped over his shoulders, and she wished there was a mirror so she could watch him from a different angle as he fucked her with his mouth.

She wasn't sure how long they had been in there or what number orgasm they were on, but she was exhausted and begging for more all at once.

"Oh, Warrick!" she whimpered, clenching as yet another climax came washing over her. Each one took more out of her until she was almost empty.

Finally, when she was spent-absolutely spent-he picked up her, straightened her clothes, and exited the office.

"Where are we going?"

"A bed."

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Aeress woke up in her apartment's bedroom, more than a bit confused. She knew she woke up because in was cold. Her hands skimmed across the area next to her, and there was an imprint of someone's warmth, but it wasn't just anyone's warmth, it was his. She leaned down and took in his dominant and overwhelming scent. It was all over her body, and nothing made her more satisfied. And even as she lay there, she knew in was strongest between her legs.

She laid there for a solid two minutes, contemplating the dangerous things they did last night. Aeress couldn't lie to herself, she wanted more, needed more from him. While it was easy to forget the last year, she couldn't do so this morning.

She looked to her bathroom door and listened to the running water and knew he was waiting for her. Would she go? Could she do it? Forgive him and move on? Was she capable of it even if she wanted to?

While last night was full of sexual statements, but it was more than just the intimacy, it was what the intimacy meant, and it said more than anything Warrick could have said.

She stared at the ceiling and sighed.

Finally, with a great amount of force, she got out of bed, taking the sheet with her to bare against the coolness of the morning.

She walked right into the bathroom, and it reminded her immediately of what happened so long ago. They were two different people, in a situation of chaos and question, keeping secrets between each other. So much confusion and unknowingness. But were things different?

He looked directly at her. Those piercing eyes which haunted her, burned into her constantly. And she knew there was need, desire, and... tenderness? There was a softness that wasn't there before, she could feel it. It washed over her like a warm embrace, and there was regret too, and great sorrow she couldn't ignore because it was blaring like a siren. He was so beautiful, beckoning to her, never more sorry if he tried.

She just had to forgive him, that's all it took, and they could be together like she craved every lonely night she experienced this past year.

Aeress breathed in the steam of the shower and approached him, standing in front of him, unsure of her answer. Quietness, and in that quietness indecisiveness and mistrust lived loudly, hung between them. What would she do?

The desire controlled her before she could control it. She struck him with all of her might. She struck him again and again. He did nothing, he allowed it. He could have stopped it, but he didn't.

"Fight back!" she screamed, attacking him, unleashing her bottled up fury onto him.

"I deserve it!" He shouted back, but at the same time he began cornering her into the shower until he practically had her in a body lock. She had a feeling Warrick did not do this for his sake but for hers. She struggled against him, naked body rubbing against naked body. The sheet had been dropped during her attacked. There was nothing between them in that moment, and she hoped there would never be anything else again.

She began to cry. She didn't care if she looked weak. Aeress just couldn't hold it in anymore.

He held her, apologizing over and over again.

"You hurt me so bad, both of you," she cried, "it hurt so bad, worse than anything I've ever felt." She hung onto him like one would on to a raft in the middle of an ocean. "Please, not again, please, I want you so bad, and I hate myself for it, but I still want you."

"I'm sorry. This is all my fault. I did this to us." He kept kissing her, peppering her with his lips constantly as the water hit them.

She slowly looked up through her tears, at the beautiful man who she couldn't ever walk away from. She'd been running away from this for a year, from the conclusion that was always in her heart, in her mind, in her soul. Aeress was done of being a coward. She wouldn't running anymore.

"Kiss me."

He didn't hesitate. They clashed like they always did. Lips. Hands. Tender, throbbing flesh. She had to pull away in order to breathe, but she decided to do something bold. Aeress leaned into his ear and whispered, "I want you inside of me. Fill me, Warrick, please." She meant it with every fiber of her being.

Warrick looked like he stopped breathing, but he was swift in picking her up and taking her to the bedroom. She was alive with energy as he laid her against the mattress, covering her body with his. She embraced his heat, wrapping her legs around his hips and becoming slick as his hard member brushed against her. "Warrick, please."

He leaned over her, massaging her breasts, reveling in her completely bare body under his. "Just let me taste you, I have to." He leaned down, licking her beaded nipples before sucking them both with equal attention. She held his head in place, arching against him, moaning his name and other words of encouragement. She raked her nails over his bare back, trying to make him as delirious as she was becoming. He rushed his movements, and she knew she was driving him crazy with her little sounds and movements.

He looked up at her with darkness in his eyes. His lips lifted from her skin and she whimpered at the loss. "If we do this," he warned, "things won't be the same. There be no returning from this."

She paused, before urging him upward so she could connect their lips. She wrapped her arms around him, pleading with him. "Then we'll be doomed together," she whispered, "but I don't give a fuck anymore, I just want you."

"Promise me you won't regret this."

She smiled with sadness and hope. "I promise."

He nudged her thighs so that they were wider and entered a finger, before adding another. She shuddered, and was thrown straight back into ecstasy. She clenched around him as tingling heat fried her nerves until all she could register was the intense pleasure he was giving her. But this didn't last long.

He looked strained as he began to rub his tip up and down her folds, paying special attention to her clit. She cried out, bucking against him, unintentionally pushing him in. Warrick groaned and finally began to penetrate her as she dreamed of over and over again. He did so without a condom, and while she used to never dream of it without wrapping it up, the fun thing about being Godhead is that she didn't get pregnant if she didn't want to.

It had been a very long time since she had last done this, so it didn't happen as easily as she had hoped.

Warrick stretched her with his warm flesh, filling her perfectly, like she was made for him, like he was made for her. He took his time, and she knew it killed him to do so. He must have known that while she wasn't a virgin in any way, it didn't mean that it wouldn't be uncomfortable at first.

He relaxed his movement whenever she showed any sign of discomfort, but would continue soon after until she was replete with him. She adjusted quickly, with the help of her own slickness and heat.

This was paradise.

They stayed that way for a while, Warrick connecting them so that they made one pulse of desire and need, until their bellies brushed against each other.

"Okay," she breathed, leaning upward so that she could kiss him, show him that she was giving him permission.

He moved his hips just lightly, but that was all it took. She exploded with sensation, needing more and more.

"Warrick!" He began to transition from gentle to completely untamed. The feeling of his flesh sliding in and out of her, so wet and delicious that it made her vision go hazy. Her body rocked as he plunged into her, pulling out only come racing back home. She bounced against him, loving as her nipples brushed against his hard chest every time he thrust back into her.

He was so controlling that all she could do was take it. All she could do was absorb him, ride on his ride and relish in it for as long as possible.

"You feel so fucking... fuck!" He practically yelled in her ear as he took her to unreached levels she never wanted to leave. They were sweating, kissing savagely, stealing breath from each other, gasping, groaning, and quite literally screaming. She was pretty sure she was drawing blood from his back as her claws had come out, but neither of them cared. They had one goal and that was to finish what they started.

No, this was paradise.

He leaned up so that now he was kneeling in a matter of seconds, never slowing down the way he plowed into her. He had two firm hands on the top of her thighs and he really began to pick up the pace, never looking away from her or her body. Aeress bobbed against him as he held her in place and fucked her hard. Aeress absorbed the view this time, watching as he pulled all the way out each time, only to disappear back into her, leaving only the trail of hair running down to his base as her view. This went on for too long, and she thanked the gods for his otherworldly stamina.

She couldn't believe the man she was looking at. He was wild, so unbelievably passionate, like there was nothing else in this world he would rather be doing than pleasuring her. The way he closed his eyes as if this was too intense, only to look down at her to make sure she had her eyes open. The way he clenched his teeth and tensed his jaw. This was what she wanted, for him to be utterly consumed with her so much that there was no doubt in her mind that she was the only woman he desired.

She couldn't help herself as she ran her hands up and down his carved stomach. All that muscles contorted, threatening to burst, all for her. She never saw a man more sexy, more strong, more everything.

"Almost there," she breathed, using a free hand to pleasure herself, feeling as the pressure within her built and rose until she didn't know if there would ever be an ending to it. The other hand was clutching the sheets, holding herself steady as he rammed into her viciously at this point. Their bodies rocked together with such power that she was sure they were putting a dent in the wall with her knocking headboard.

"I was wrong, Aeress, I don't want you, I need you. How many time I've dreamed of this, just wanting you to bounce on my cock like I knew you would," he groaned, and she knew he would climax soon if she didn't.

She hurried her movements against herself. "I need," she gasped as he kept up his rhythm as if he could go on forever, clenching on him an unforgiving grip, "I need-oh, fuck! Warrick!" She screamed in relief as it happened, rocking her body with a storm of the purest form of pleasure and satisfaction she had ever experienced in her life. She was thrown over that edge she was too cowardly to let go of on her own. He joined in and she felt him come inside her, and there was nothing better. This only heightened the orgasm they had together.

His weight crushed her as he fell upon her, but he quickly rolled them over so that they were on their sides. He refused to pull out and instead kept them connected, just the way she wanted it.

They were gasping, trying to catch their breath and recover from what the hell just happened. She had never had such an explosive and perfect encounter and knew she could never feel the same with anyone else.

She looked up at him and laughed through her gasping. She wiped the sweat from his brow and framed his jaw with her hand. "Done?"

He kissed her harshly, only to linger with care. "I hope you don't have plans today or tonight or for the rest of your life, because I am just getting started. I've got a years worth of sex to make up for."



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GUYS HOW SPICY WAS THIS CHAPTER????

YOU ALL DESERVED THIS!

Anyway guys, I'm not sure which people read my story 'the enchanting rapture', but I wanted your opinion on some things, if that's alright?

So this story is almost coming to a close (I didn't think this project would be this long but it ended up being that way lol), and while it is sad, it is also exciting for me as a writer. I wish I could express to you how many storylines or story ideas in general that I have in my head that I am just so eager to tackle!

I am still working on 'the glorious flame', but I would like to work on other projects as well, because ya girl is complicated like that lol

If I were to publish another story, I wanted to see what would interest you? Like who would you want to give a story? From this world or the one of 'the enchanting rapture'? Maybe a new world? From this one, I personally was thinking about giving Viceroy Idris a story because I can't be the only one kind of obsessed with him?

Well that's it, thank you for reading!