Through the enduring solitude he watched the sun’s glare by the window. There in the world outside these walls sat his blade. It held with it the hopes and glories of past kings and his people’s very history. He grimaced a bit at the thought of leaving it behind in the old dusty barn, which was nothing more than abandoned framework for something more suitable in his mind. He placed a right hand over his mouth and chin tilting it down with a slight disgust.
What was he doing? Why could he not fight this…? These questions ran through his mind. But he knew for a long time he could not run from his weakness to seduction and fleshly desires. So instead he hid it as best he could. But there was no need to hide this now, no one was around not a councilor nor a jester. His hand dropped to his chest when the subtle sounds of feet approaching his vicinity echoed through the hall and into his ear drums. Though her location was unknown to him he took a chance to keep a lowered guard to the approaching Hisame. He felt secure that no one else was within these wooden walls and brought his posture to an ease, shoulders rolling back to expand his chest, their intricate ridges elongating. His wings dangled down like a cape on his back.
"Sit and be comfortable."Now she issued a demand? If he knew such a bold woman in his life time it would have to be his love, the hardened diamond queen. Only she could utter such a thing from her lips and not be deathly afraid of dishonoring him. Indeed he had been entertained by countless youthful women of various talents and ways of seduction. But none could match this setting. Illumination by this world’s falling star their faces were glowing with a humming warm color of the red sky. The light began its farewell to the first half of their time together. From his passing carnal desires to this intricate moment. This lingering
death around the corner brought all the warmth to a standstill. Yet it brought it to a fever. Resist as they did Magnixx knew inside all was not well for either of these travelers.
Such a thing began to melt away from his mind like water on a hot battery. The sudden sparks making his head unintentionally move up with a sign of interest. With arms crossed he sat on the bed, his weight being cushioned by the hundreds of springs within the mattress and its sturdy metal frames. His wings were beneath him as he sat and they dangled to the floor. A photo of running horses sat over the bed and a mirror to the right. Magnixx rolled his neck a bit to loosen himself up as he kept his eyes watching Hisame. Like a good observer he studied her movements with a solid stare. His eyes lowered. It was strange. He felt… intrigued... despite the simplicity. No flames danced about her nor did she use her voice or instrument to rapture him with a melody. But he found himself being pulled into the warm and soft bed beneath him and the equally so woman before him.
Perhaps it was her foreign airs, the perfumes she wore, and her delicate youthful even flesh that captured him. But he knew it was her womanly charms and the mountain of mystery between them that gave him such a strong impression of her. With slow gentle movements she rocked herself in seductive sways. It was similar to his concubines who swayed with displayed hips to be awarded his time for a night. But the intricate differences kept him almost laser focused on her dips and teasing slips. Even as she tossed her garment piece over him he did little beyond raise a brow in a slight air of annoyance. However his smirk gave way to his tease. Now she made way for his legs and moved in, her small size compared to his giving her much room. Taking this in he found himself suppressing his tightened muscles to the point he did when turning the bath knobs. With a still rather damp and warm body he felt relaxing his muscles increased in ease. With a deep breath he attempted to relax even more so. He did not want to break this toy he found so soon. Her frame giving him every indicator she could not handle his careless aggression. How trusting was she? Or did she not believe his strength was enough to harm her accidentally? He knew better otherwise and refrained from moving when she brought herself against him. His hands laying to his sides like obedient dogs refraining from a meal. His eyes lowered as her gaze turned to the door. Was he nervous now?
He could hardly believe his hesitance and scoffed before he brought his hands up to grip her small waist as it wiggled about against him. He gently did so as to not put pressure onto her. Now she made eye contact with him, being seldom prepared for such a adoring gaze Magnixx felt his head move back. It was then he knew within her was a fiery passion that possessed her to do this dance with fate with him, perhaps she needed this and he merely wanted it. But a challenge it was to his abilities to see such begging eyes and so he lowered his face into hers to meet and interlock her small lips with his own ample ones. As he did this his hands urgently gripped the cloth of her spreading garment and pulled it apart on her shoulder line and down her arm length stopping at her elbows. With little else adding mystery but her undergarments both of their flesh openly glowed in the sun’s warm hues. His hands were nearly burning with warmth as they met her red attire and with stiff precision a finger tangled against its thin fasten and lowered it with a slide against her ligaments.
With a single arm hugging her willing body he lifted her to meet his height and gazed into her eyes to see what he saw was still there. A desire deeper than his for what he could not escape. A weakness not only shared by him for once was a pleasing thought and for him to only realize this now… He smiled. His free hand pushed against his now slightly weighty damp trousers to make a loud thud on the creaking floor. To him she was weightless and so she was allowed to perch on him and feel as gravity pressed her against him. He laid back on the bed and loosened his hug. He wanted to know through this night a little about how much she desired this and aimed to let her venture for a while. But once he was sure of it he would take over and in his way it would not be a game but a marathon. So he laid there, however his hands were incapable of refraining from the feeling of petting silk on her most delicate areas. His eyes scanned the room and took sight of the wine bottle she left within and with a smirk he thought the debauchery could go even deeper. Even if only for this night he was to feel the grace of a lover’s fire merge with his.
