Exton

The stars are brilliant, glittering like diamonds in a clear sky. As chill as it is, Tori feels none of it. Her senses are divided between her survival instinct and the man gripped in her arms. His laughter drifts away on the breeze of their passing. She laughs with him, enjoying the exhileration of self-sustained flight.

As their destination grows close, their voices still. The clearing is dark, although lights flicker in the surrounding woods. Tori circles once, twice, then glides in for a landing. They stumble, holding onto each other until they gain their footing.

Tori breathes deep, scenting Erik's companion animals, Hell Hounds, and... Keon.

Keon's scent is faint, but recent. Tori listens to the night. A Hell Hound glides from the darker shadows, huffs once, then returns to its post. Tori grins and presses herself tight against Tannr, bringing his attention back to her, and not the creatures patrolling the property. Closing her green eyes, Tori breathes deep and lets go of her Gargoyle form. She moans as her nipples react to the cold, and Tannr's warmth. Her hand slides down his side, palm rubbing over his tight jeans.

Her mouth finds his as she squeezes. His eyes close as a moan rumbles in his chest.

Heat pools between her legs. A familiar dampness urges her to break their kiss. Tori breathes softly in Tannr's ear "Here and now, against the side of the barn, or upstairs in your bed..." She pulls back, unbuttoning her blouse as she begins to back up closer to the barn. Tannr's eyes gleam in the dark. He takes a slow step toward Tori and she backs up further. He stalks her, watching as the blouse slides off her arms. She trails it along the ground, dragging it as she unsnaps her jeans, pulling her zipper down very slowly. His tongue wets suddenly dry lips. Tori crooks a finger and disappears into the building's dark interior.

Step by slow step, Tori leads him deeper into the stables. He finds her blouse lying on the stairs leading to his apartment. Balling the fabric in his fist, Tannr lifts it to his nose, inhaling her scent. His cock throbs. Stifling the urge to groan, Tannr climbs the steps very slowly. The shush of fabric tells him she is not far ahead. Suddenly heavy cloth is dropped on his face. His fingers explore it. Heavy... stitching, rivets... jeans. The crotch is damp, the scent of her arousal is unmistakable. Tannr hides a smile as he follows the faint sounds of her movements.

Tori is stretching across the bed, reaching to pull down the top cover when strong hands grip her hips. The rough scrape of jeans sends a shiver along her spine. She stills, breathe coming in short pants as Tannr rubs himself against her. His fingers catch in her waistband and tugs. The elastic gives with an audible snap, Talented fingers caress her wetness, flicking over her swollen clit. Reaching back, she fumbles with his belt. Tannr groans and presses her down on the bed, then whips off his belt. The hiss of a zipper makes her groan.

Aching to be filled, Tori lifts up on her toes, rolling her hips at Tannr. The dim light from the moon paints her skin alabaster, and his hands trace along her hips, suddenly gripping and pulling her back against his hard length. Tori moans softly. Tannr rubs his cock in her wetness. Every time the length glides over her clit, Tori moans, grinding. When she tries to reach between them and guide him in, Tannr pushes her hands away. He leans over her rubbing again.

"What do you want?" Hie voice is harsh, barely controlled.

Tori moans softly. "To be taken. Now."

Tannr licks slowly along the back of her neck. Her whimper brings a satisfied smile and Tannr pushes the head of his cock against her slick opening. Pressing, he forces himself in, inch by inch. Once in, he grinds, forcing even deeper. Tori moans as the sheet scrapes over suddenly sensitive nipples. Tannr's hands grip her hips extremely tight. His slow withdrawal brings another moan.

"Again... What do you want Tori?"

She moans, rolling her hips... "Fuck me Tannr... fuck me NOW."

Tannr groans, slamming deep. Tori screams. inner muscles clamping tight as he pistons in and and out. He shudders as she explodes around him, bathing him in a rush of heat. Just in time, he pulls out, watching her twitch and moan. He urges her onto her back and grips her legs, pulling them up his chest. Hooking her ankles around his neck, Tannr lines himself up with her steaming snatch and thrusts hard, sinking balls deep. Tori lifts her hips, taking him even deeper. Head back, he groans, fighting for control as Tori bucks under him.

When she comes again, Tannr eases out. Her whimpers of disappointment are replaced by moans when his tongue begins to explore her crevice. Taking her swollen clit between his teeth, Tannr tugs, scraping, Tori writhes, bucking. He slides a finger into her wetness, feeling her clamp tight. He smiles as she begs for him to fuck her.

Tannr shakes his head, copper silk glides sensually along her thigh. "No."

He thrusts his finger deep. A second joins the first as he thrusts again. "Oh no baby... The night has just begun."

Dipping his head, Tannr clamps his lips around her clit, sucking and teasing until she screams again.