Ashlandil

"So the guys are wanting to come to your show," I murmured, absently tracing my fingers through her red curls where they feathered out across the white pillows.
"Do they?" She yawned, stretching her arms outward, her fingers curling before she cuddled up back to my chest, nuzzling her face sleepily into the pillow. "That's nice."
"Mhmhm. CC was very excited," I chuckled, kissing her ear lightly. "He practically announced everyone was going before everyone had even arrived."
Her lips curved as she chuckled.
It was late, and we were in bed, supposed to be sleeping. She looked a little tired when I'd finally picked her up from the studio, and she'd been yawning for the past hour and half before we'd finally decided to go to bed.
Now it seemed she was too tired to even listen to me.
I let my lips graze her throat, my arm wrapped familiarly around her waist as she pressed her back against my chest, her legs curled up close to her as she tried to find a comfortable spot.
I had been able to taste her growing hunger the last couple days, how much she was craving physical contact. I knew she was aware of it, and I knew it was incredibly frustrating for her that I wouldn’t sleep with her the other night.
I honestly just wanted to talk to her about sleeping together before we decided too.
As odd as that sounded.
I had never wanted to talk to a female about having sex before. We always just fucked, no questions asked.
But it was different with Kenali, and after our history, I felt like we needed to talk about it before anything went any farther.
I just didn’t know how to bring it up.
She shivered as she felt my lips, and her eyes opened slightly, lashes dark.
"Ashlandil?"
"Hmm?" I nuzzled my nose against the curve of her pale neck.
"What are you doing?"
"Enjoying you skin against mine," I chuckled, kissing her again, knowing what it was doing to her, her sin very in tune with mine.
She knew what I was doing too.
"I wish you wouldn’t," she mumbled, shirking away from me in annoyance.
"And why not?" I purred, letting my fingers slowly drift up her stomach, feeling the skin react eagerly to my touch, her muscles practically calling to me.
"Because, because you know what it does," she grumbled, catching my hand quickly, tightly. "So stop it."
"And why should I stop?"
She sent my a very cross look as she attempted to roll away from me, but I wouldn’t let her, wiggling her around until she was facing me instead. I nuzzled my nose against hers, my fingers slipping beneath the hem of the t shirt she'd stolen from me, her bare skin greeting mine.
"Ashlan!" She hissed, tensing as my fingers walked slowly up her rib cage.
My lips twitched.
I wasn’t sure why this was so amusing to me.
"Stop it!" She snapped, her hand curling around my wrist abruptly.
"You never said why I should stop," I murmured, pressing soft kisses along her jawline, and I felt her fingers flex against my skin, suddenly uncertain.
"B-because!"
"Not good enough, Kenali." My lips went back to her neck, suckling lightly, fangs grazing the tender skin just the way I knew always turned her on.
She gave a harsh shiver, her breath hitching.
"Ashlandil, please!"
"You should answer," I chuckled, feeling her fingers go lax against my wrist, and I pulled easily from her grasp, my hand curling against her waist, skin cool to the touch. I pulled her closer to me, nibbling on her throat, my hand roaming to her back, tracing up and down her spine. I let my knee slip between hers, angling her back slightly.
I felt her heart rate suddenly increase drastically.
"Stop," she breathed, her fingers flexing against my bare shoulder, her body completely relaxed where it touched mine.
"Make me stop, Kenali." My hands roamed her body, remembering it like we had never stopped being intimate. She sucked in a tight breath as my fingers brushed her breasts, no doubt sensitive already, and I gave them a light squeeze for good measure. Her breath released on a soft moan, and I felt the blood suddenly rush to my loins.
Whoops.
That wasn’t what I was going for here.
"A-Ashlan...."
I sighed, and gave her neck a peck before I listed myself onto my elbow, propping my chin in my hand as I gazed down at her. Her eyes were half-closed, lips parted, looking delectable and kissable. My thumb rose to them of its own accord, tracing her lower lip gently.
"You need to feed on someone," I murmured, feeling like electricity was running through every part of my body that touched hers as my sin started to run through my veins, reacting no doubt to the intensity and strength of hers. "You're letting it get too.... far. Again."
She rolled her eyes at me before she buried her face into my shoulder.
"I am not."
"Kenali, you are. You need to feed, love," I kissed her shoulder. "It doesn’t matter to me who you feed upon, so long as you do it and keep your body healthy. You might be consuming a lot of human food, but that baby is also part angel, and it will need your sins as well."
She merely sighed.
I let my fingers walk down her arm, seeing the goosebumps rise against her flesh.
"I don’t want to sleep with anyone, Ashlandil," she mumbled after a few moments, just when I had reached her thighs, her small shorts revealing almost everything. These had always been my favorite, coming up so high they might as well have been underwear, and they clung to all her wonderful curves. "Not some stranger."
"Then... who? Because, from the feel of it," I let my hand curve around her ass, and squeezed appreciatively, making her stiffen, "your body is very eager."
I was pretty sure she rolled her eyes at me again.
I frowned at her, and squeezed again, making her huff.
"You've made your freaking point, Ashlandil, I'm aware I'm hungry," she abruptly snapped, raising her head away from me, fire sparking in her violet eyes. "You don’t have to keep on making it worse."
"I'm not trying to make it worse," I rolled my eyes, very aware of the pressure in my own shorts; she wasn’t the only one who was feeling the effects. "I'm trying to get you to realize you need to feed before you become ill again. If you wish, find Cronus, sleep with him again," I huffed, and her entire body suddenly tensed, and an expression I couldn’t name flashed across her face before she shook her head intensely.
"Okay," I frowned at her. "Did he do something?"
Her eyes wouldn’t meet mine, roving the darkness behind my shoulder instead, and I could feel how nervous she suddenly was.
"Kenali?"
"He.... he doesnt... sate me," she mumbled after a minute, her cheeks growing pink. "I'm always still hungry afterward."
"Oh." Ha. He might be a big guy, but apparently he wasn’t that great in the department that counted.
"Don’t grin about it, Ashlandil, it's not his fault," she huffed, smacking my shoulder lightly and causing me to chuckle. "So far you're the only one who sates me and I don’t know why."
And she flushed even more, as if suddenly realizing what she'd said.
My grin merely grew.
"It's because our sins match, they feed off each other wonderfully," I chuckled, immensely pleased now. "That's why you were never hungry after you were with me. I always pleased you, probably more so then even you needed."
She shrugged her shoulders, and I chuckled again, leaning down to kiss her nose.
"Don’t be so smug about it."
"How can I not be? That means Andy was pleasing enough either."
She refused to meet my gaze again.
I'd told her he wouldn’t be, he was too human.
"Can we just... not, talk about this?" She mumbled, shaking her head. "It's late, and I'm tired, and ---."
"I'm not done talking about this," I shook my head, and her eyes flicked warily upward, narrowing. "We need to talk about feeding, Kenali, it's important."
"What do you mean?"
"You're hungry," I sighed, letting my hand rest warmly against her stomach. "Your skin is starting to stay cold all the time again, and I can practically taste your need every time we touch. if you won't feed off Cronus, and I know you won't Andy, then we need to find you someone. I know you detest me, so we need to find some reliable humans for you to feed on." I brushed her hair behind her ear. "You're already pregnant, so they can't do any damage now."
She looked disgruntled. "I don’t detest you, Ashlandil."
"Not anymore, you mean?" I raised my brows at her. "Because it took you months before you would let me touch you again. The only reason you're so affectionate towards me now is because you hunger for physical touch."
"That's not true," she did roll her eyes this time, and she shuffled, moving away from me until she could sit up. I did as well, watching her curiously as she turned to face me down. "I'm just... I'm not.... dammit, Ashlandil, why can't you leave anything alone?"
"That's just not something I do," I shrugged, leaning toward her unconsciously. I found myself leaning forward, my hand rising to her thigh, the thin sheet the only thing separating my touch from her skin. My lips pressed against her neck again, and I saw her eyes close as she leaned into the pressure.
Her aura was so... drawing.
Dammit!
I scowled as I jerked back from her, a little irked.
Her eyes flicked to mine, and I could see the spark of confusion in them before her guard went back up. She didn’t realize how much she drew me, how much I wanted to do nothing more then ravage her and make her mine and scream my name so loudly the entire apartment building could hear her.
It didn’t help how I felt about her, either.
"I.... I don’t hate you anymore, Ashlandil," she murmured after a second, and my eyes were drawn to her lips as she spoke. "I... I understand what happened to you, how the darkness took over. I... I understand the darkness more now," she muttered, staring down at her hands, and I hesitated, my eyes wandering back to hers. "How strong it can be, how awful and.... and...."
She suddenly swallowed.
"It's okay, love," I murmured, my hand rising quickly to her face, turning it toward mine. "It's okay, you don’t have to talk about it. I know what I did, and I know how.... how you should hate me forever. I basically raped you, I ---." My throat tightened horribly at the word.
Her fingers pressed against my lips.
"Don’t," she stared at me, and I could see the color of her eyes suddenly blaze. "Don’t say that. You did no such thing. I could have stopped you at any moment, and we both know it. I'm as strong as you are when I'm fully healthy, and I could have stopped you. But I didn’t." She shook her head, curls bouncing everywhere. "I didn’t and I was so upset about how I felt afterward, I blamed you. Because I didn’t understand. But I... sort of do, now, I suppose. If it hadnt been for you, I would have murdered Kennedi." I could hear the guilt in her voice. "If you hadnt stopped me, I would have don’t something awful to her, like I did to that human man who attacked me in the alley." She sighed heavily; I'd almost completely forgotten about that.
Her cold fingers still pressed against my lips, so I stayed silent, letting her speak.
"I don’t want you to feel bad about it anymore, okay? In fact, let's just completely forget that it ever happened. That would make it so much easier between us, don’t you think?"
I nodded, my eyes glued to her face. She wanted to completely forget about it? How... how could she forgive me for something like that?
It didn’t make sense to me.
"I understand darkness, Ashlandil," she whispered, her eyes finally meeting mine. "I understand what it does to you, how awful it makes you, the thoughts that go through your mind when its consuming you. I don’t want you to feel guilty anymore, or to think I hate or detest you. Because I dont. I owe you so much for taking care of me," she sighed, her fingers dropping slowly from my lips. "I wouldn’t be able to do this without you. I wouldn’t be able to care for this child, give it anything, if it wasn’t for you."
I know she could see the softness in my eyes as she leaned forward, no doubt sensing how much her words had meant to me.
She didn’t want to hate me anymore, she didn’t want me to hate myself. She had already forgiven me for what I did, and she wanted me to forigive myself for it as well.
How could someone be such a kind being?
It was like she wasn’t even real sometimes.
"I care for you, Ashlandil," she whispered, and my eyes went to hers immediately, my heart suddenly thundering in my chest. "It might not be the way you want, but I do care. So much. And I don’t want anything to happen to you. I just wish it was enough."
"It is enough," I stared at her. "It's more then what I deserve from you."
I just wished she wouldn’t look at me so sadly.
I leaned my forehead against hers, taking her face into my hands. "I love you, Kenali. More then... more then I've ever loved another being," I confessed, her eyes flicking to mine. "More then... I love you so much more then even Geneva." Her eyes widened. "What I feel for you is so much more different then that for her, so much stronger. I will do whatever you ask of me, whatever you ask of me. I just want to keep you safe, protect you, I ---."
She kissed me.
Not a soft, gentle press of her lips, but a full on, passionate kiss that sucked me in so quick I never had a chance.
Her hands rose to my shoulders, slipping around them tightly as she pulled me against her, taking complete control away from me. I let my hands rest on her hips, leaning eagerly into her kisses, greedily wanting to get as much as I could before she pulled away from me.
She started to lean, and I went with her, her back falling into the tangle of sheets below. Her arms forced me with her, and I felt her hands wander my back, lingering on my scars.
God how I wanted her.
This was almost torture for me.
I groaned against her lips, and I knew she could taste how much I wanted to take her, how I wanted to rip her clothes off her body and claim her as my woman again, rid her body completely of Andy's lingering scent. I wanted her to smell of me again, and no one else.
I tore my lips from hers, shaking my head quickly, trying to get my senses back before I slipped up.
"Stop, Kenali," the words came out before I could stop them, almost ironically. "Stop."
"I don’t want to stop," she whispered, staring up at me. "I don’t want too."
But she had too.
"I'll lose control if you don’t," I murmured, my lips trailing down her cheek. "You're too much for me, Kenali. I feel too much for you."
"Then show me," she breathed, her teeth nibbling at my ear. "Show me how you feel, Ashlandil. Make love to me."
It was like my blood caught fire.
My eyes went to her face, and I could see it in her eyes, how much she meant it. She didn’t have any doubts, she didn’t even have to think twice.
It was what she wanted.
And what I craved so desperately I wasn’t going to argue.
I crushed my lips against hers, my hand slipping eagerly to her thighs, quickly curling one against my hip as I slipped between them. My lips never left hers, and I poured every ounce of my feelings into our kiss as my hands slipped up her t shirt, lifting it as I did so, so that she gasped when our lips stop touching. I tossed the shirt out of the way, my lips instantly against her skin, feathering kisses down her collarbone, across her shoulders, anywhere I could touch.
I felt her fingers slip into my hair as I kissed gently down her stomach, pausing to nuzzle it thoughtlessly Before continuing lower, my hands grasping her eager hips.
I let my tongue flick against her suddenly hot skin, pleased when her hips shifted in response.
Good.
I wanted her to want me as much as I did her.
I let my lips graze the inside of her thighs, knowing the skin was sensitive, and I bit lightly, just enough to pierce and bruise the tender skin. She groaned, her eyes closed, and I chuckled, letting my fingers slip into the band of her shorts and slowly drawing them down her thighs, letting them disappear into the darkness of the room.
Her eyes flashed open a brief second, meeting mine briefly as I kissed her hips, slowly drawing down her bare skin, pressing kisses to everything I touched. I slipped her thighs over my shoulders, feeling her fingers tighten in my hair as I finally made it to her core, and she let out a breathy moan almost immediately as I let my tongue slip between her folds, finding her damp.
She had always liked kisses.
And oh how her moans made my blood boil.
I kept her hips pressed down, my arm folding across them as my tongue slipped inside of her, and she gasped, fingers clenching in my hair.
So sensitive.
I let my tongue rake upwards, landing on her delicate bud. My fingers replaced my tongue inside of her, feeling how much she had tightened up without sex.
I suckled, kissed, lavished her bud with attention, my fingers slowly curling and pleasuring her from the inside. She grew wetter with every stroke, and I could sense her pleasure escalating, the tingles that was spreading through her body. Her moans grew louder, the tightness in my hair almost unbearable.
"Ashlandil," she moaned, hips trying to shift again, but I refused to let them, tightening my grip on her.
I wasn’t done with her yet.
I curled my fingers again, and her muscles clenched abruptly, a gasp tearing out of her lips.
There.
I focused my attention on that spot, and seconds later she was writhing, and I could see the red and black swirls faintly shine against her skin as her orgasm suddenly became a reality. She gave a loud cry, arching her hips against my touch, and I groaned as I tasted her, how hot she was, how wonderfully ready for me and wanton.
My Kenali.
Mine.
I raised my face from her thighs, listening to her pant for breath as I kissed up her skin, pausing to give her breasts the attention they deserved as I situated my hips against hers, very aware I was still in my shorts.
My teeth grazed her flesh, leaving red marks against her eager skin as I finally made it to her throat, feeling her nails running down my back, raking harshly against my skin, almost making me hiss.
I let my fangs sink a little into her skin, and she groaned, moving her head back slightly.
She liked biting, huh?
"Are you ready for me?" I whispered in her ear, my breath hot, and she nodded immediately, her hands roving to my hips, impatiently tugging at the hem of my clothes.
"Please," she almost whimpered, her heat burning me. "Please, Ashlandil!"
That’s what I wanted to hear.
I kissed her quickly, my tongue parting her lips as I slipped from my boxers, her hand closing around my length almost immediately.
I groaned as her thumb brushed my slit, and I pressed into her hand, every touch like lightning against my skin.
Oh how I loved her.
I pressed closer against her eager body, feeling her squirm under me, her lips burning against mine, and my fingers slipped inside of her again, making her whimper impatiently.
She was definitely ready.
I pulled from her grasp, and shuffled her hips, reaching down to situate myself, my tip nudging her burning folds.
"Look at me, love," I murmured, and her eyes opened to meet mine, her chest moving against mine. I let my fingers tangle in her hair, and I kissed her quickly before pushing inside, her eyes closing in pleasure as she moaned at my entrance.
I felt her thighs clamp around my hips, and I groaned, her body so eager to take mine it was making my mind start to burn. I felt a rush of heat sweep across my skin as I moved inside of her, kissing her deeply, my tongue dominating hers quickly.
I made sure she felt my love, how much I cared about her, and I went deeper with every thrust, as much as her body would allow until she was taking all of me inside of her, each stroke like stroking a fire. She was moaning beneath me, groaning at every brush of my skin against hers, and it was unlike any sex I'd ever had before.
This topped all of It.
This love.
It was so hot, and I felt like my skin was searing as I pushed myself against her, my fingers threading through hers, our palms growing damp. I kissed the swirls appearing on her skin, my tongue running across her skin, tasting her, biting and nipping.
"Ashlandil!" She arched her hips against mine, her lips parted at the intense pleasure she felt. She was shivering against me, and I groaned, smothering her body with mine as I increased my pace, her muscles so tight it almost hurt.
"I love you," I whispered against her ear, feeling like I was going to erupt into flames at any moment, my skin so hot and blistering. "I love you, Kenali!"
Her lips crushed mine, her fingers clamping into my hair and forcing me there, her nails digging into my scalp as my body moved against hers, and I swear I thought I saw steam rising from our skin as we made love, our bodies meshing until I wasn’t sure where I began and she stopped, until I wasn’t sure that we were even separate anymore.
I could feel her growing closer, feel that heat rise until I could hardly stand it anymore, until I felt like I was going to erupt, and she clamped tightly around me, her arms winding around my slick back as I thrusted my hips against hers, that pulsing in my shaft starting to become too much.
"Ashlan," she moaned, tilting her head back, her muscles clamping around me, her entire body starting to tense up.
I needed to hear her louder, I needed her to say my name --- to scream it, to ---.
"Ashlandil!" She gasped, her hips arching up abruptly, forcing me so deep inside of her there was no where else to go, and I groaned loudly, my fingers clamping bruisingly against her hips, slick with sweat and sex and ----.
"Ashlandil!" She practically screamed as she finally came, her body shuddering violently against mine, and pleasure swept over my skin as I heard my name, and I came loudly, hard, thrusting through her orgasm to reach mine, filling her completely with my seed, and for a few seconds, I think I actually blacked out as I collapsed on top of her, panting for breath as the bright lights surrounding us finally started to dim.
"Two," I whispered in her ear.


Kenali laid against my chest, her eyes closed with exhaustion as the first rays of sunlight slipped into the room, and I gave an exhausted smile as I brushed my fingers through her tangled, damp hair. She had her head against my shoulder, her arm thrown across my chest, and her body was trembling.
That had been the best sex I'd ever had, in all my centuries of living.
I had never felt anything so extreme, so breath taking.
And I was completely spent.
I don’t think I would even be able to walk.
Kenali shifted slightly, mumbling something I didn’t quite catch as she pulled her arm back, her fingers trailing through the light hair on my chest.
"Hmm?"
"I'm so tired," she mumbled again, her eyes creeking open. "I've never been so tired before in my life."
"Amazing sex will do that to you," I mumbled, knowing exactly how she felt.
I had never felt so spent before either.
She gave a ghost of a smile, and her lips pressed against my chest briefly before she snuggled closer, eyes closing again as her leg slipped into mine.
"I love you," I murmured, feeling exhaustion start to sweep over me. I let my eyes close, feeling warm and sated, my entire body relaxed. I hadn't felt this good in centuries, or ever, the more I thought about it.
No one satisfied me like her.
"I love you too, Ashlandil."
I smiled slightly.
It might not be in the same ways as I loved her, but it didn’t matter.
She loved me enough.

Notes

Well I certainly felt it was time for the two of them to make up. I was going to wait to post this, but I just couldn't help myself any longer.

Enjoy!