Night Watch I: Eliza, Ward of Andrew

*Andy’s POV*

I obediently followed Eliza into the back room, leaving a trail of puddles as I went. Eliza took her time drying off, or at least it seemed that way to me. As she bent to towel off her calves, then pat at her long, dark hair, I had to fidget to stay still. "Andy, will you dry my back, between my wings? I can do it, but since you're there-"

I took the drying cloth, eager for an excuse to (sort of) touch Eliza. She might be toying with me a little, but I didn’t mind. I could think of no finer game to play. "-Of course. Give me a moment and I’ll oil your horns too."

Eliza smiled, then blushed a light pink. It really was so fetching on her. "You spoil me, Andy."

I grinned. "You deserve it." I carefully patted all the spots along Eliza’s back and wings that she had missed until she was more or less dry, then quickly dried myself off. I went to the Weapons rack and got a dribble of oil from the jar, distributing it in both of my palms. I meticulously worked it into Eliza's massive rack. Er... The set on her head. She clearly didn't take the care of it she ought to. Unlike my antlers, her horns weren’t going to just fall off and regrow. Damn, they were impressive at almost a full curl! They made me wonder how old Eliza was, though I figured it would be terribly rude to ask. I washed the oil residue off my hands, pleased with my work.

"Andy…?" Eliza sounded like she was up to something.

"Yes?" I turned, expecting something, but only saw an admittedly captivating Eliza smiling at me. She took my hand and pulled me towards her, looking a little hesitant.

"You've fed the cats, we've showered, and we've eaten. Why don't we have a cuddle?" For just a moment, something shifted, and I could sense the fears eating away at her.

Eliza was afraid I no longer wanted her at all, that I was repulsed by her, that I thought hybrids were filthy after what I'd seen last night. She would never say it, but she needed me to show her I still wanted her. And yet I couldn't do anything to trigger any memories of whatever violence she had been subjected to in the past. Though what kind of creature could possibly have been strong enough to cause Eliza harm, I wasn't sure.

Ultimately, the specifics of whom or what had caused her such damage, right now, were irrelevant. Eliza wanted me here, in the present. I had to show her that I desired her, without traumatizing her.

Shit. My mind swirled as Eliza gently wrapped her arms around my waist, her eyes big and hopeful as she briefly glanced up at me. I noticed she was biting her lip. How could she be so insecure?

I tipped Eliza’s chin up so that she was looking at me and not the floor. "Hey, you! You have this look like you're leading an unwilling animal to slaughter!" I gave her my best cheeky smile and pulled her tighter to me. "That's hardly the case! Takes two to tango, missy!"

Eliza started to say something, but I cut her off with a kiss. I parted her lips with my tongue carefully, loving the feeling of her tongue against mine. Eliza's kisses ignited my mind, they made me fucking immortal and unstoppable, a greater rush than orgasm, some potent drug had to be her saliva. It's as though my very spirit connected to hers.

To say, 'making out with Eliza turned me on' wouldn't cover it at all... It was more like my whole body started to accelerate. It was hard to control, because all I wanted to do was give and receive that bond, that connection. Knowing pleasure came with it made the urge all the more pressing, but I had to reign myself in.

I had to fight the need to touch her everywhere as my arousal grew more urgent. I let my hands touch her sides; I just ran them up and down her curves, slowly, as we kissed. When Eliza passed her hand over my chest I got chickenskin, it was too much. "Eliza, let's lie down."


*edited to bring you a brief interruption- my mother is reading this story, since it has the least amount of sexy business of my stories. Mom- STOP READING! Skip to the bottom of THIS chapter and read the notes section, I will write a nice, sterile summary with no bodily fluid exchange. Then resume reading with the next chapter. everyone else, resume as normal, i'm trying to spare my poor mother, she can’t handle sexy-time business. though randomly, she loves horrific, violent, gruesome, murder mysteries. yeah, my mom may be old fashioned, but she’s kind of hardcore, in her own way. anyways, carry on! hahaha!*


Eliza scooted to the far side of the bed, folding her wings tightly. I slid in next to her, nervous and incredibly fucking horny. I smiled and cupped her face. "I love you. And make no mistake, Eliza, I most definitely want to put it to you until the cows bloody come home." We both laughed. "But, y'know, I want to do this, um, right. How do you want to be together? How will you be comfortable?"

Eliza ran her hand from my chest, up my neck, then along an antler. Dimly, I registered that I was feeling it less than yesterday. Eliza must have caused some kind of hormonal spike, I must be getting ready to shed soon. She looked me in the eye and held my gaze, her vibrant, emerald eyes totally bewitching.

Eliza spoke quietly, almost a whisper, as she took a small handful of my hair. "Please, Andy... Just take me. I want you, please-"

I cut her off with a kiss, as gentle as I could manage, but it quickly became heated. In moments, I was running my hands all over her supple, luscious body, listening intently to the change in her breathing. How delectable it was to watch her voluptuous breasts heaving as she panted for me, both soft-skinned and yielding, yet robust, gods, what perfection!

I broke our kiss to work my way hastily down her neck, planting quick kisses as I went, on across her collar bone, down her chest, then took one of Eliza’s bejeweled nipples in my mouth as I kneaded her other glorious breast with a hand. I loved her tits, so pale you could see small blue veins along the surface. They seemed to almost strain against her smooth skin, they were so buoyant and ripe, begging for my attention. The jewelry Eliza had in her nipples fascinated me, it clicked lightly against my teeth as I sucked and licked at her little, dark pink bud.

I resisted the temptation to leave any mark, lest Eliza be triggered. It was a struggle, especially when I felt one of her hands close around my shaft.

Honestly, I did everything I could to ignore her efforts. I tried to focus on Eliza instead, but it was enough to goad me forward, too pleasurable to completely block out. She was offering me a taste of what was to come. Eliza was nothing if not persistent.

At Eliza's urging, I broke away from her breasts and carefully shifted from beside her to above her. "Is this ok?" She nodded, smiling, and wrapped her milky, long legs around my waist. "Hold on, just a second!" Eliza giggled, squeezing shamelessly at my posterior. "Let me just see-"

I went to gently check and make sure Eliza was, er, ready. We hadn't really engaged in a lot of foreplay, but she seemed so eager, and frankly, I could not have agreed more! I was worried at the prospect of orally pleasuring Eliza again- though incredibly enjoyable, last time the inebriation she somehow induced had made me careless, I had manhandled her. If needed, hopefully I could arouse her enough by hand.

"Are you fucking kidding!?!" Whoa! Eliza was definitely right, she was unquestionably quite aroused, um, as was I... Feeling her, wanting me so, I felt my desire for her start to burn dangerously high.

"Ok, if you feel uncomfortable, if anything doesn't feel right, just know that I love you. Just say something, ok? Or give some sign?" I smiled down at Eliza, and caressed her face.

What had I said?!? Eliza was smiling, yet she had shed a few tears! I brushed them away, confused and concerned. "I love you too, Andy. Shit, I couldn't be any more comfortable, I never have been. You have my heart until it stops beating. From that day forward, my spirit will come to your aid."

I snorted. "You're a fucking pessimist! Thinking you'll die first. Well forget it!" I bent to kiss her, and felt Eliza raising her hips to try and reach mine. I chuckled into our kiss, and let the tip of my shaft tease her moist entrance.

Mmmm, so sweet. This was dangerous, her wet heat beckoning to me. I knew Eliza wanted me. We needed to get over this; she needed to heal. I knew I should be on the bottom, but I'd caved to temptation and urgency. Now here I was, with Eliza's slick, tight, little pussy ready, dripping for me. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, she was spread wide open just for me. Her wet, little cunt was beckoning, all mine. Just waiting for me to fuck it. I... I felt a little lightheaded.

I broke my kiss with Eliza, and bit my lip, hard, to help me come to my senses for a moment. I ran through my mantra for a second. Slow and deliberate-slow and deliberate. I balanced my weight on one arm and used the other hand to guide myself as I entered Eliza excruciatingly slowly.

Gods! A dick was not a terribly sensitive thing, why should it feel so incredible to bury mine inside of Eliza's moist, warm, little cunny? I knew I had to go slowly, but everything screamed at me to fuck her sweet, hot, wet cunt until she was senseless.

I thrust once, and as Eliza's breasts heaved and she moaned, I knew we had to switch. I generally had a lot of self-control, and I genuinely wanted to make love to Eliza, but I suspected that her juices were affecting me again, somehow. I wasn't in my right mind. My head spun, raging, overwhelmed with pheromones and the desire to fuck Eliza like a beast. My cock was hard as a stone, I felt it aching to release, to show Eliza-

I withdrew, shaken. "Eliza! I can't, I can’t control myself, we have to switch, please? I think, something, something about your arousal drives me mad!" I kissed her hand, worried as she sat up and looked at me. She didn’t look angry… What she said surprised me.

"I think I just figured out the secret to my parents' happy marriage!" We both laughed long and hard.

"Well, shit! Your eyes are really dilated, again. We'll have to figure out how this works as we go, I guess. In the meantime, lay down, then!" Her lovely eyes twinkled, more amused than irritated.

The first time Eliza and I had lain together, she may not have been a virgin, but she hadn't been accustomed to being the one in control. It had been amazing, and something I'd always remember.

But the way Eliza rode me now was completely different. She must have found more confidence, and it was enough to turn my mind to jelly. She was a goddess astride me, and I her willing supplicant.

Her smell was everywhere; the blackberries curled through my brain as I gripped her hip and thrust up into her, loving her moans, her touch, the feel of her around me. I wanted to caress Eliza everywhere: her comely, plump ass, her sensual hips! I caught one of her tits and sucked at the curve of it as I moved with her, pinching her nipple, watching the little bud stiffen. Flawless!

Eliza leaned forward, abruptly increasing her pace. "Andy, uhn-" She met my gaze, and I felt her constrict around me, gods, incredible! Something about the way she was twisting downward with each thrust, I wasn't sure- "Andy!" Ah!

Eliza's green eyes rolled into her head, she sat back, and I groaned loudly as she came rhythmically around me, squeezing my length so powerfully it was almost painful.

She leaned forward over my chest, panting, her dark hair covering her face, as she propped herself up with her arms. After a moment, she started a slow, sloppy rhythm with her hips. Her orgasm had brought an inundation of her fluids, my entire body sang. It was difficult not to rush her, my brain was exploding with fruity, pheromone-fueled desire, so I brought her to me for a kiss.

Eliza's lips were so full, her tongue slid against mine so languidly as I thrust up into her welcoming, wet core. I loved it when Eliza came. Giving her pleasure, seeing her glutted like this, satisfied, was far better than getting myself off. I must have been making face or something, Eliza was grinning down at me. "What?"

I reached for her breasts, it was hard to keep my hands off them. I'd been good all fucking day! Now, I would touch my woman as I pleased! I held one in each palm, far too large to fit in a single hand each, squeezing gently, and grinned back. "I love it when you cum, Eliza. You're so fucking beautiful. Gods, you have no idea!"

Her face turned pink as she sighed, and I felt her tighten a little at my words. Mmmm... Ah!

Eliza was kissing my jaw, and my neck. Fuck, she was biting me! Naughty temptress! I hissed and gripped her hips, thrusting up into her harder. Eliza moaned around her teeth but didn't let go of my neck. It hurt, so I pushed up into her with even more force, reveling in the juxtaposition of sensation as her walls started to constrict around me.

Eliza slammed her pelvis back against me all the more roughly, making me groan when she finally released me, my neck throbbing dully. "Eliza-" I pulled her to me for a kiss, desperate, as I felt myself start to approach a dizzying climax. She worked her hips against mine powerfully, breaking our kiss to moan into my ear. I couldn't hold out much longer, I'd have to finish her after-

"Andy!" Eliza shouted, and then her sweet, little pussy gripped me, and I exploded inside of her with a garbled groan. I felt her orgasm contract around my length, massaging every last drop of my seed from me.

I was completely spent. Moving carefully, so as not to get gored in the eye, I pushed some of Eliza’s sweaty hair away from her face, and coaxed her lips to mine for a chaste kiss. Minutes later, she was falling asleep in my arms. Gods, nights off were amazing!

Notes

BAM! chapter 100, here's some smut for you! (all 3 of you that read this, hahaha!)

summary for my poor mum: and lo, Andy and Eliza snuggled in an intimate fashion. it would be crude of us to ask details, but i'm sure it was a very happy and satisfactory union for both parties.

it may be worth noting that Andy and Eliza are developing an interesting relationship issue. Eliza, being 25% Dark Mountain Elf/ 75% Fae, appears to have some interesting effects on Andy, who is 100% Fae, when engaging in intimate acts. these appear to be related in some way to pheromones, which, to Andy, smell and taste like blackberries, but Eliza cannot sense or consciously control. exactly how they are controlled, what causes them, if there are repercussions, etc., has yet to be elucidated. Eliza mentioned that she thinks it must be the reason her parents are still together.

the effects of the pheromones appear to be giddiness, a sensation of pleasure, and extreme arousal, among other things.