Ashlandil

I kissed her eagerly as I pressed her up against the kitchen counter, her fingers threading through my dark hair as she responded, her chest pressing up against mine with a moan.
Someone was very, very hungry.
Kenali had been going for a bit, but her show was coming up in a couple days, and I’d noticed that she’d been having some hunger pains; stuffing her face with strawberries wasn’t going to sate her sin, either.
And so the innocent peck I’d meant to give her had turned into much, much more.
Besides, she needed to be in top shape.
I let my fingers glide down her back, feeling her shiver in response as I curled them around her thighs, lifting her cup onto the counter, my lips never leaving hers.
Her nimble fingers ran down my chest, the buttons to my shirt popping quickly until it was falling off my shoulders, hitting the tiled floor below us, and I groaned as I felt her fangs pierce my lip, my black blood beading to the surface and filling both of our mouths.
Kenali wouldn’t admit it, but she liked the darker sex, when it was a little rougher, when I left bruises against her skin.
She was darker then she thought.
But I loved it.
Her hips shifted against the counter, her thighs eagerly welcoming me between them as I pressed forward. I quickly had her jeans open and down her hips, and her hands braced against the counter as she lifted herself up so I could wrench them off of her.
I pressed my teeth against her throat, biting hard enough to split the flesh, and she groaned, her fingers tightening in my hair, violet eyes fluttering closed as her sin washed over her skin.
I swear it was like we were made for each other, the way our sins complimented the other so well.
I kissed down her chest, down her swelling stomach, making sure the tender skin had enough attention before I made it to her thighs, hearing her sharp intake of breath as I knelt, her fingers flexing in my hair in anticipation.
I chuckled, pulling her to the very edge of the counter as I tugged on the cute little panties she’d chosen to wear, the small white bow on the front making them seem so innocent.
Her head tilted back as my lips found her core, hot and wet for me already as I hooked her thighs over my shoulders, enjoying the feel of her quivering skin against mine.
She moaned as my tongue ran through her folds, and the sound sent goosebumps across my skin, making the stirring in my jeans more painful.
I could fuck her right now, but I wanted to pleasure her first, make her really want it.
I liked drawing her to the limit, especially when hers seemed to be so hard to reach.
I slipped my fingers into her, my tongue moving up to her sensitive bud, her thighs attempting to clench automatically as I suckled, her fingers knotting in my hair with a gasp.
I glanced up, seeing her head was tilted, scarlet hair spilling down her shoulders and back, lips parted in the earthly pleasure I was giving her, the light shining down and glinting off the necklace at her throat.
She was so stunning, so... angelic.
And she was mine.
I forced my fingers deeper, causing her to whimper, and her hips squirmed against the countertop.
“A-Ashlandil!” she gasped, and I smirked, running my tongue slowly across her, adding another finger and curling them towards me in the way that made her hips buck immediately. I could feel her muscles quivering around me, the pulse in her thigh erratic as I pushed her more and more towards her climax, making sure she was given the attention she was due in all the right places.
“There!” she suddenly gasped, both hands in my dark hair, pulling me closer. “D-don’t stop, d-don’t ---.”
She’s cut off abruptly as I curled my fingers sharply, sending her spiraling over the edge, a soft cry tearing from her throat as stars danced in front of her eyes.
Well I certainly wasn’t losing my touch.
I grinned as I rose to my feet, locking my fingers in the back of her hair as I pulled her in for a deep kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue as she started to come down.
Her fingers curled into my hips, jerking me against her, frantically tugging and pulling at my belt, and I heard it jingle as she got it open, pushing it down my skin.
I kissed her hungrily, my own sin flaring across my skin, a hot, tingling warmth that made me shiver.
Her hand slipped into my jeans, and I groaned against her lips as she pulled me free, her lips hot and heavy against mine as she worked me in her hand, as if I wasn’t hard enough from listening to her moans.
“Fuck, Kenali,” I breathed against her lips, and jerked her forward abruptly, needing to be inside her more then anything else, my mind buzzing loudly with lust; all I could think about was her naked, her breasts in my mouth, beneath my tongue as I fucked her hard, her body quaking.
That’s what I wanted.
And that’s what I was going to have.
I brushed her hand out of the way as I positioned her hips at the edge of the counter, wrenching her shirt over her head in one swift movement. My mouth closed over her breast as I thrusted inside of her without warning, her voice strangled as her arms clamped around me.
I braced one hand against the counter as I kept a quick pace, angling up so I was hitting her spot every single time, my fangs teasing her breast, leaving marks all across the tender mound, her small gasps and moans making my nails dig into her precious skin.
Fuck!
She was going to make me cum before her at this rate!
I could smell her blood as my nail sank into the skin of her hip, but she didn’t seem to mind, her legs locked around my hips, forcing me to go deeper, rougher, and I felt her claws rake against my shoulder with a groan.
I loved it when she got rough back with me.
I lifted my lips from her breast, kissing my way up to her neck before sinking my teeth into her skin there, her body abruptly jerking, a hiss leaving her lips.
She wrenched my head back with a growl, her blood on my lips as she kissed me hard, her tongue sweeping into my mouth, taking control away from me as her hips moved against mine, her bare chest pressing against mine.
“Fuck,” I groaned against her lips, the pressure starting to become a little too much for me at this rate. I shifted her, pulling her body flat against mine and almost off the counter as I pummeled into her, her arms wrapped tight against my neck.
“Oh!” she pressed her lips against my shoulder, her body shaking again. “Ashlandil!”
That’s right, say my name, I thought, gasping for breath, sweat building across my skin.
Fuck!
“I love you!” she suddenly whispered, her eyes meeting mine as she looked down at me, her grip tightening around my neck.
“I love you too,” I gasped, feeling my heart thunder in my chest as I crushed her lips against mine, the pressure spiraling out of my control as I rammed her back against the counter again, sinking between her flesh as I came inside of her, filling her up with all I had to offer.
“Fuck!” Her body clenched around me, tight muscles milking me for everything I had as she gasped against my shoulder.
We both went limp at the same time, panting heavily as we pressed against the counter, flushed and covered in sweat.
“Shit, that was great,” I breathed against her shoulder, her legs hanging limply by my hips.
“I know,” she chuckled, snuggling her face against my neck. I felt her press a soft kiss against my skin, and I smiled, tightening my arms around her.
She said she loved me.
I wasn’t sure sometimes if she said it out of the heat of the moment, or if she really meant it, but I treasured it regardless.
I would take whatever she had to offer me.



“What about Ariel?” I murmured, trailing my fingers over her bare stomach, the sheets soft and white against her skin as we laid in the bed, her fingers soft in my hair as they stroked.
The fact we had made it this far was a miracle.
“Ariel?” she frowned, gazing down at me. “For a girl?”
“Mhmhmm.”
She wrinkled her nose, and I chuckled, pressing my lips against her stomach. “Fine. No Ariel. What about... Evangeline?”
“Stop picking angel names,” she chuckled, lightly smacking the back of my head. “I know what you’re doing!”
I grinned slightly. “Fine. What are your suggestions?”
“For a girl? Oh, I don’t know...” she sighed, shaking her head. “it seems a little early to try to pick names, doesn’t it?”
“It’s never too early. And I know you’ve had to have thought of some.”
“I don’t know of any for a girl,” she chewed her lip. “I simply can’t think of any.”
“Really?” I raised a brow at her. “None at all?”
She flushed. “Okay, so a few.”
“Then let’s hear it,” I ordered, twining my fingers through hers.
“Clarissa. Or Thalia. I like that name. Oh, or Carissa, one of my students is named that and it’s very pretty. Or Isabel, or ---.”
“Haven’t thought of any names, have you?” I chuckled, and she flushed, giving me a slight smile.
“Well.”
“Any boy names, then?” I asked, nuzzling across her stomach again, unable to help myself. Our little peanut was in there, and sometimes I could hear his heartbeat if I listened hard enough, though it was faint.
I felt another intense protective feeling sweep through me, the need to protect my little family growing more and more every day.
I would give my life for Kenali, I had already proven that, and I would do the same for the baby in her womb. I had a chance at a family, something I had never even thought possible, and I would brutally destroy anything, or anyone, who got in my way.
“Do you have any suggestions? Since you’re so set on it being a boy,” Kenali chuckled, bringing me out of my thoughts.
“Oh, I’ve a few,” I smiled slightly.
“Like?”
“Kiran, for one,” He had been one of my most loyal friends who had fallen not long after me, though the world had proved a bit too bitter for his taste; he’d died a couple centuries ago, weeping himself into a pile of dust like I’d attempted to do.
“Ky-run?” Kenali hesitated, no doubt recognizing the name.
“Mhmhmm. Or Cael. Or, you know, AJ,” I grinned up at her. “Ashlandil Jr, of course.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Well, have you better names, then?” I raised my brows at her, propping my chin on her hip. “Or ideas?”
“Maybe,” she murmured, her eyes flicking away from mine.
She was so reluctant about the names she chose for her own child, I couldn’t tell if she was embarrassed to tell me about them, of how I would react, or what, but she shouldn’t be.
This was our baby, it wasn’t like any names we picked would be the wrong one.
Unless she wanted to name it after Andy, I wasn’t sure how pleased I was going to be over that one.
“Well?” I nudged her, wanting to know even more now.
“I was --- I was thinking about, maybe, well... Asher. Ashrail. But Asher for short,” she shrugged, not looking at me.
“Asher?” I blinked at her, surprised.
She nodded, biting her lip.
“Asher Purdy,” I tasted the name on my lips. “Ashrail. Why did you pick that one?”
“Because.”
I raised my brows at her, seeing the flush across her bare skin.
We’d never made it back into any clothes.
“Well, I --- he needs to have your name, doesn’t he?” she mumbled after a moment, and I hesitated, my eyes flicking to hers. “You’re his... you’re his father, Ashlandil, and I ---.”
I cut her off with a kiss, my lips sinking against hers, my chest tight.
“I love you,” I whispered, feathering her face softly, feeling my heart swell tightly into my throat. “I fucking love you, Kenali.”
She chuckled softly, kissing me back, her lips molding against mine familiarly.
“I love you too, Ashlan.”
I gazed down at her, propping myself over her, knowing she could see the love in my eyes, sense it as she touched me.
I loved her like crazy, and with her sensitivity to emotions, I sometimes wondered if that’s why she said it back to me, getting that heavy echo of mine and thinking it was hers.
It plagued me, but I tried not to think about it, to just believe that’s really how she felt about me, that she cared that much.
“So you like the name?”
“I fucking love the name,” I chuckled, kissing her nose. “It’s perfect for a boy.”
She smiled slightly, almost shyly.
“Ashrail Kiran Purdy,” she murmured against my lips. “Asher Purdy. It does have a ring, doesn’t it?”
I smiled at her, my lips breaking into a stupid grin I couldn’t stop.
“Yes, yes it does.”
Asher Kiran Purdy.
Our son.
I was already so proud, my chest hurt.
I simply couldn’t wait.

Notes

Welp, Kashley has decided on baby names!

Of course, knowing those two, they're prone to change it at any moment.

Do you guys have any suggestions? I'm curious to see what you think the baby should be named, whether it be a boy or a girl! (They really should prep more for a girl, shouldn't they?)

Thanks for reading!