My Fallen Angel

Cronus lifted me up against him, and my legs wrapped around his firm waist, his fingers bunching painfully in my hair as he dragged his lips down my throat.
"Not the bedroom!" I gasped as he took a step, and he paused, raising a brow at me.
If I was going to do this, I didn't want to do it in Ashlandils bed; it would seem like a slap in the face to him.
Cronus turned, as if knowing my thoughts, and dropped me onto the couch, letting me bounce a moment before he was overtop me, crushing my lips against his.
The feel of his piercings were strange against my skin, like cold daggers against my heated lips; Ashlandil was going to have to get some.
He pulled on my t shirt, and almost immediately I was naked from the waist up. He feathered kisses down my throat again, slowly working his way to my chest, his lips covering my breast, nipping lightly.
I dug my fingers into his arms, feeling the lust grow in me almost immediately; my skin flushed, and I squirmed, feeling overly warm.
Cronus kissed my flesh, his tongue dipping into my navel as he slipped his way down to the hemline of my jeans, quickly unbuttoning them and shimmying them down my hips.
He didn't waste any time.
I growled impatiently, jerking his lips to mine by his hair, causing him to gasp.
I knew what he liked instinctively, and I used it against it, clutching his thick lockes between my fingers as my tongue met his, my nails digging lightly into the skin of his hips as I shed him of his clothes.
He moaned in pleasure as I took him in my hand, stroking lightly, my fingers brushing over his skin in all the right places, making his desire rise.
It was almost too easy.
He gasped, pressing his face into my neck, and I smirked, immensely pleased with myself at being able to bring him so much pleasure.
Now he wanted this almost as much as I did.
"Dammit, Kenali," he gasped, abruptly forcing my thighs apart.
I sucked in a breath as he forced his fingers inside me immediately, making my body accept them.
"So wet," he purred in my ear, his skin hot against mine.
I moaned, clutching him tightly as he thrusted his fingers inside me, going deeper each time, and I squirmed, arching my hips against them, my need starting to ache and throb.
I dug my nails into his back as the warmth started to gather in my stomach, and pressed my lips into his shoulder with a whimper, my muscles trembling.
"Oh, no you don't," he murmured, and abruptly pulled out of me. I whined unhappily, pressing my lips against his throat, the tips of my fingers running down his ribs.
He couldn't stop now!
He shivered, and then he was pulling away from me, pulling me up and turning me onto all fours on the couch, my nails digging into the arm as he wrapped my long hair around his hand, forcing my head back.
I felt a thrill rush through me, liking every touch, every flash of pain. It seemed to escalate the tension, make my skin burn more, make everything feel so much more intense.
I didn't have any warning, he just slammed into me, forcing my folds apart roughly and sliding to the hilt, ripping a cry out of my throat.
My muscles clenched as they tried to accomodate his sudden size, but he pulled out, repeating the movement several times and never giving me enough time to adjust.
I loved it.
I moaned, his hand tightening painfully in my hair as he used it as leverage to thrust inside me, gasping.
"God, Kenali," he gasped after a moment, his fingers clenched around my hip, digging bruisingly into my skin.
"Harder!" I managed, my nails ripping through the material of the couch.
He complied, his pace becoming inhuman as he rammed in me, hitting every magical spot along the way, ripping cries of pleasure out of my throat.
He pulled on my hair, forcing my head back, and I felt his lips dance against the skin of my back, his teeth nipping my skin.
"Ah!" I bit my lip, pleasure starting to take over my mind, my breathing escalating as my climax built almost to a breaking point.
"Don't you dare!" Cronus gasped, his pace abruptly stopping.
"No!" I gasped. "Don't stop!"
He let go of my hair, and his hand swept down my back, tracing my spine slowly, making my skin tingle.
He was making me burn, I needed him to go on! I needed this ache to be sated, before it scorched me up from the inside out!
"Cronus!" I growled impatiently, shifting my hips coyly against his, causing his nails to rake my skin, blood beading at the motion.
His lips pressed against the wound, taking my blood hungrily into his mouth, and I gasped, feeling a sting at the motion.
My muscles clenched again, and he moaned, his hips abruptly moving against mine again, just like I'd wanted.
I tilted my head back, feeling the fire rush across my skin as my pleasure escalated abruptly, and I rammed my hips against his at every thrust, needing him to go as deep as he could, to make my need go away!
"Ah! Cronus!" I moaned, and he grunted, leaning back on his knees and forcing me back on top of him.
"Jesus," he breathed, his hand snaking around my waist to touch me, causing me to suck in a shaking breath.
I couldn't go on any longer!
I gave a cry as my orgasm swept over me, arching my back, and he moaned, ramming into me a few more times before he couldn't help himself, and he lost control, his arms tightening around me.
I collapsed forward, pressing my face against the torn couch, trying to catch my breath.
Cronus pressed his face against my spine, breathing just as hard as I was.
That had been very sating, and I didn't feel like I was burning from the inside out anymore.
That was always what made it so unpleasant.
"Feel better?" Cronus gasped, and I gave a weak chuckle.
"Much."
I glanced over my shoulder at him, seeing his body gleam with sweat, and I pulled my hips away from his, forcing myself into a sitting position despite how much my arms and legs protested.
Cronus gazed at me as I sat beside him.
"You know, Kenali, if you ever need to feed again, I will always volunteer my services."
My lips twitched, and I glanced over at him.
Honestly? I would probably take him up on that.
I leaned forward, pressing my lips lightly against his. I bit his piercings, tugging on them, and he made a low moan, reaching for my face to hold me still.
Ashlandil couldn't get mad at me for wanting, no, needing to sleep with others; he for some reason wanted to pick them for me, wanted to make sure they were human, but I didn't want that.
I doubted any human could sate the burn I felt.
Cronus forced me back against the cushions, hardening again against my thigh, and I grinned.
He would be fun.
If he could keep up.

Notes

Sorry for the late update guys, I ended up having a three day weekend and I just needed a break!
I hope this lives up to your expectations!
Let me know what you think! I for one think Kenali is getting a little in tune with her dark side ;3
And what will that mean for Ashlandil and Andiel?
Or has she completely forgotten her original reason for Falling as her sin starts to take over?
Penny for your thoughts! (I'm eagerly awaiting your comments!)

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