Silk screen evening (Private~Mature)

Alaric knew of beauty in the form of sparkle and shine and in the beauty of that natural aurora that surrounded some beings. And most items that sparkled were fake. He could see past the dirt and strain the week out on her mission had left but her true beauty was just as startling as the dress she wore. It all just enchanced it. Watching her fall into his gaze, lulled into his arms and become so willing... he was almost saddened to feel her pull away.

He didn't want to part her just yet... though he had plenty of time to have taken his leave. Perhaps it would have been best if left, he was already going to be in trouble so why not stick around and enjoy the sights? Feeling himself stir as she began to undress. Taking a deep breath to steady his heart and hands... but his usual patience was beginning to wane. Stepping closer he touched her shoulders, leaning down and pressing his lips to her neck. "Let me help.." Slow and careful, his hands moved to touch hers to take over. Of course she was more then able to pull away from him. Letting the straps fall she slid his hands down her sides to the rim of her dress.. kissing along her back.. he'd slowly lift the material up and off if she let him..

A single step brought him closer and made her tremble. "Well, Thank-you..." She murmured as his nimble fingers replaced her hands, aiding her in removing the immaculate garment from her now very solicitous body. The tell tale feeling of butterflies fluttering inside her stomach made her uneasy. A small rabbit she was, shivering anxiously as her predator had his way with his prey. Her head clouded momentarily as she felt benign kisses being placed ever so tenderly down her comely back.

The straps glided off her shoulders, the dress becoming a little more loose on her form. Mika gulped and closed her eyes as his hands grabbed at the rim of the dress. Naturally, she lifted her arms up, permitting him to remove the garment from off of her. She could've done it herself, but she felt it was very polite of him to offer. The artist should be able to manage or manipulate their work in whichever way they like, if they want to.

It always felt more exhilarating when his prey gave in to his will, craved to be devoured by him. A struggle was fun sometimes but things always lasted, make the moments last longer, when his prey gave him everything they had. Mika was proving to be no different... but his longing for her was something else entirely. He could taste it on her skin and in her kiss. She was like him, in some ways. And somehow he knew simply sinking his teeth into her would be a bad idea.

Pulling the dress up and over her body he put it back over the branch where it sat just out of reach. The hybrids eyes never leaving her frame. Even from behind he could admire her curves and slender frame. Now there was nothing that kept her body from him. Hands once more on her hips he pressed up against her back. Her scent was thick, the sweetness of a female. One who was stirring with as much heat as himself. "Mika.." Murmuring her name into her ear, sliding his arms around her. His nimble, slender fingers caressing her, holding her with utmost care. "Let me in. Dip inside you, fill your every need and desire." His hands daring to dip lower, touch gentle but his hold firm.

Waves of enticing heat and blazing urgency ran rampant between the two of their bodies. Once the dress was pulled off, the feeling of her uncovered skin against him triggered something animalistic in her nature. His provocative arms and hands that dared touch her bareness and the soothing coo of his voice in her ear only further pushed this feeling.

Looking over her shoulder and back at the man who was stirring such emotion inside of her, she parted her lips a crack, releasing a breathy sigh. His words were alluring, dipped in honey with a twist of something spicy to ignite such warmth. "My needs and desires..." She trailed off, unsure as to whether or not that was a statement or question. Now that she thought it over, it was probably a statement. She couldn't have possibly been doubting that she had those things. Right now, she knew she needed him. She had to have him. How could she resist?

Recluse planted the soft, hungry kisses along her neck. He knew this would be a first and a last for them both so he would take his time. Hands moving to cup her soft, supple breast. Fitting them mounds in his palms, pert nipples pressed against his hands. Catching them between his fingers and rolling them gently between his digits. Teasing her till he felt her quiver. Lips then latched onto her pointed earlobe, nursing on it as a hand dipped lower.

Trailing over her bare torso and dipping lower still. Just over her pelvic before taking a breath and tracing the lips of her core. Not wet enough... he slid his fingers up and down... up and down. "Mika.."

Her skin tingled with the many sensations being sent all throughout her body, his suave hands moving all about her, pleasuring her in ways she had never experienced before. Instinctively, her hips rocked and swayed forwards and backwards, grinding on him from behind.

A slowly increasing humidity began to accumulate in her nether regions. When his hands finally glided there way down there and began to work her, she inhaled deeply, biting down a moan on her bottom lip. She had never felt this way for someone. This physicality, this carnality, this hedonism. It was so powerful.

Her body fed his hunger, his hands moved as she did. Grinding forward when she ground back. Wanting so much to hear that moan she bit back. His fingers finding her clit, flicking his index and thumb over it before rolling it around. Feeling it swell under his tips. Nipping her ear, leaving marks, kissing down along the curve of her neck and shoulder. When his fingers parted the lips of her sex he pressed against her wet core. Slipping one finger in to the knuckle, in and out... in and out. Another one followed, in and out... in and out it dove.

His free hand went back to her breast, cupping it and giving a soft squeeze. Listening to her breathing, the wave she quivered around his fingers and made it grow wet. Holding the stance, letting her fall into his trap. His extra set of limbs working to remove his own robes. The first layer of his clothing falling to the floor and leaving him in his undershirt and silk pants.

When his fingers traced over and rolled around the sensorial little bud, her eyes glazed over lustfully, a tremble rocking through her. Their bodies continued to move harmoniously as she felt some of his clothing fall to the ground, flaring another spark of excitement inside the girl. He was easily having his way with her, yet she yearned to be able to touch him.

Gradually, amongst all the chaos of the heated moment, she managed to swivel her body to face him, her dazed gaze meeting his own. "Alaric..." She whispered, her forehead colliding with his, their lips grazing against eachother. Her hands crawled over his seductive figure, rubbing up and down the sides of his defined torso.

His goal was to end this quick. Push the poor girl over the end of her sanity, break the limit of her need. Fighting off his own arousal for the moment less he push to fast and hard and break the rhythm. When he didn't expect was to have her turn and face him. Lips brushing and his heart beating faster in his chest. The touches to his soft underside made him shiver and writhe. "I'm right here." He murmured, lifting his shirt and tossing it to the side. Giving Mika fun range.

Wrapping his arms around her, pressing her tight against his chest and kissed her hard. Savoring the taste of her lips as his tongue skimmed them and slipped inside. Leaving it up to her to remove the last bit of his clothing. Beneath the soft silk he was hard, heavy, aching to fill a primal need.

She swallowed him up. Leaving not a single inch of his bare chest untouched by her hungry hands. Caressing his torso, she made her way lower until she reached the waist band of his pants where a lovely surprise lingered just out of reach, covered only by the thin fabric of his clothing. She would wait a bit longer before taking the plunge, wanting to relish the moment they were living.

Their bodies were pressed snugly against each other, sharing the ardor of desire. Her tongue played against his, roving his own mouth and nibbling hungrily on his bottom lip. Unable to control herself, she tugged violently on his pants, freeing him of his clothing prison.

Sharing their hunger, bodies simply crying out to be satisfied. Holding her close, savoring her soft lips and tongue before his pants would be violently ripped away. Not that he minded. But now nothing kept them apart. The spider's girth in full view. A throbbing, thick heat. A solid nine and more then a handful. Breaking from her lips and moving down to her neck. Hands on her hips, grinding their bare bodies together.

"Mika.." Helping to ease her onto the ground, his robes being used to comfort her back. Nudging between her legs, parting her thighs to expose her core. Not caring if they made a mess here and now, his concern was filling her every need. "Tell me what you want... where you want it.." Once more he dipped his hand low, fingers brushing over her sex, parting the lips before dipping inside. Teasing her walls, needing her to be a quivering, gasping mess of primal hunger. In and out he drove his finger before adding another... then a third.

Taking a peek downwards at the new area she had uncovered, she admired his erect length, pulsing proudly with his hot blood and intoxicating essence. As she was reclined on the floor, her legs were gently pried open, giving him a full and clear view of her core, now heavily leaking liquids of passion. A pleasurable gasp escaped her as his fingers were once again inserted inside of her, moving around to stimulate her sensitive walls.

The girl, offering herself completely to the man before her, let but the slightest moan pass her lips, sounding directly into his ear. "Please, Please..." She begged, hands gripping the sides of his head. "Don't tease me anymore, please...I need you. Please, Alaric... I need you inside of me now!" She called, emphasizing her burning urgency by screeching the last part.

It was intense. Her sheer want, the pungent taste of her sex picked up by his nose and tasted on his tongue. Just watching her writhe, beg for him was enough to have him leak the clear, sticky pre. And just on cue, as if they had done this so many times before, he thrust forward and slammed his length inside her. Ending her cries, answering her screech's and whimpers.

Alaric held the position, their hips locked and bodies shuddering to try and adjust. Wrapping one arm around her, chest to chest, his other hand holding himself up. Feeling her walls quiver around him, murmuring her name softly into her ear. "Mika.. ready..?"

He kept her waiting long enough. She could feel his gooey tip position itself at her entrance. Her mind tried to keep up with all the sensations her body was feeling, but she soon lost all concentration when he lunged into her. Bright colors flashed by her eyes, her fingers curling around locks of his soft silky hair that draped over the both of them.

A trembling wave shook through her, making her hairs stand on end. Exhaling raggedly, she eased her breathing, looking back up into his eyes, "Yes...I'm ready.." She whispered, preparing herself, grappling onto him tightly.

He kissed her lips over and over again, leaning over her. With the ok he slid back slightly before pressing back in. Steadily building the pace, rocking his hips as the fiction between their bodies became the heat that flushed his skin and made his heart race. His lips trailing over her chin, neck and shoulder till he came to her bare breasts. Kissing the soft mounds, teasing the tip of one before he caught it between his lips.

Holding her hip, lifting her slightly to make each thrust deeper. Picking up speed, pulling back further and further till he was nearly sliding every inch of his girth in and out... in and out.

A loud moan, which had been on the brink of being released for a while now, escaped her lips, echoing through the still woods around them. All the small touches, by her neck, around her shoulders, and on her chest had escalated by ten fold because of his rhythmic pounding. She was completely inebriated in this carnal rapture, her eyes practically rolling to the back of her head.

His slim hands raised her hips so as to get a more direct entrance into her core, reaching the farthest depths within her. The feeling of his wide girth filling her completely gave her a sense of satisfaction. "Mmm.." She hummed into his ear, pecking his cheek lightly.

Intense, maddening, the all consuming sensations of their bodies mixing and coming together again and again. Alaric made her his, claiming her body with his steady thrust, reaching deep inside her willing body. Cupping the back of her head he tilted his and kissed her deep. Moaning hard, feeling himself begin to draw close to a white hot climax. Wanting his current lover to bask in the pure and unbridled bliss.

He picked up speed, hips rocking back and forth, from tip to base. Rolling his hips, dragging his girth along those moist, tight walls. His goal was to have her screaming, reaching her peak in sync to his own.