st_ingofthehundred | [for zahra] a girl walks in and carves her name on my heart

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[for zahra] a girl walks in and carves her name on my heart

The remaining fruit had been gathered and put in a basket. The room service cart had been put outside. Socks had been sent off with Lillith and Zvezda....

The door shut behind the last of their friends, leaving Kash alone with Zahra.

In the hours that had passed since her arrival, it had finally begun to sink in that his beloved Zahra had come for him. That she was pregnant with his child (children?) had a ways to go yet.

She had her back to him at the moment. Kash took the opportunity to let himself breathe. And also to appreciate the way the soft grey dress Lillith had brought clung to her curves, caressing them. Holy gods, the woman was beautiful. Perfect.

Before she could turn around, he slipped up behind her and wound his arms around her. One hand rested protectively over her abdomen, but his face was buried in soft, floral-scented spill of her hair. "You're really here," he whispered, like if he spoke too loud, he'd break this dream into a million cutting shards.

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It was too much for him again suddenly, and the words got lost in the rush of soft feelings. Both hands went to her face. His thumbs swept her cheekbones and his fingers followed the curve of her jaw, then he tipped her mouth to his and kissed her slow and deep.

The initial panic and stun had passed, and now it was all the deep, overwhelming love. "Need you. Always need you."

The kiss encompassed her entire chest like a firestorm of heat and it took her breath away, as it often did. She kissed him back before she answered him, her kiss filled with the desire of him.

"And I'm always yours." A promise

"There's so much to tell you," he all but groaned in the wake of the kiss. "I can't hear your voice often enough."

He tangled his fist in her hair to hold on, not to manhandle her. "But I've missed feeling you close so much." His free hand caressed along her back, up her shoulder and to her jaw again.

"Are you...can we..." He grimaced. He'd never really figured out how to ask about sex before, and it had been so long, it was awkward all over again. "I need you again."

The smile that formed on her lips are amusement filled with devotion. He was adorable and she loved him all the more for it. Her tail was the first to answer him. It slid up the outside of his thigh and pressed as far back on his ass as it could with him lying on it. "Good, because I'd like to have you again."

Her tail was making all kinds of suggestions about how she might have him, and all of them were agreeable as long as it was her. Only her. His cock flexed between them, hardening already.

"Ride me?" he suggested, emboldened by the curve of her smile. "I want to see you, I want to watch you."

In response, Zahra pushed up until she was sitting, straddling his legs just below his hips. Her eyes slowly moved down his body as if drinking in every detail of his shoulders, chest, and waist until they landed on his cock. Her fingers reached out and wrapped around him. In her time, they had been together enough she knew exactly the pressure and movements that could draw out the best sounds, and she wanted to hear them now from him for perhaps the first time, again.

Kash watched her face, relearning every tiny shift of expression and healing a little from each hint of appreciation or approval. When her fingers closed around his shaft, he made a small choked noise and his fingers clasped tight on her thighs just above her knees.

He let out a slow breath through his nose as the sudden cramp of pleasure in his abdomen subsided, and when he'd remembered how to speak again, Kash confessed, "I thought about your hands... when I needed release," and watched her hands like a man starved.

Fuck 'like'. He was starved. For her. For touch. For love. He had two and a half journals full of his hunger.

"Just my hands?" Her eyes were playfully teasing as she purposefully licked her lips. Her hand moved along his shaft, enjoying the feeling of his heat and stiffness under her grip. "...you know," she continued to move it up and down, quite slowly. "Thinking about you taking yourself in hand... Drives me a bit wild."

He wrapped his hand around hers, just to touch her. Touch her while she touched him the way he'd imagined her doing. "Couldn't...couldn't think about anything else, most of the time."

Since he'd come already, he could ride the waves of the pleasure with only soft hitches of breath when they peaked. It meant he could talk, but he didn't really know what to say that he hadn't already. Except...she was here and she'd said it was hot for her, so he'd try.

"Your hands. On me. Because she never touched me like this. Red skin, clawed nails. You, Z." He swallowed down a lump in his throat. "I needed it to be you. Anything else... anything else was too hard."

The few times he'd imagined making love to her, he'd finished curled on his side, arm over his head to shut out noise and light and try desperately to feel her with him. The first time, he'd Sent to her over and over until he ran out of energy and passed out and woke up in a cold sweat, grabbing for a spear to fight Vesh.

Despite the need for him growing, Zahra caught the subtle change and she had to remind herself that this was not the same Kash as she knew. This one needed to take the same steps as they had back home.

A soft, comforting hum sounded as her hands disengaged and then smoothed up over his body until she was over him again, hands keeping her up above him on either side of his head. "We have plenty of time for us to explore each other."

Little steps, she told herself. She would help him through this the same way she had the first time and maybe, perhaps, she could avoid some of the mistakes she had made the first time.

Zahra bent down and kissed him again, long and slow and then pulled back enough to speak but she could feel the warmth from his breath.

"Still want me?" She wanted permission this time. She wanted him ready for her, even if her wet, hot sex was pressed against him already from the position they found themselves in.

This must be one of the things she'd learned in the time she had with him that he didn't have--to read when Vesh slid through his mind and left him chilled. It hadn't taken this time, though, not with Z warm and lush over him, breathing life and heat into him.

He stroked his hands up her arms, over her shoulders and up her neck to cradle her jaw. "Yes," he said without hesitation and caught her mouth in a kiss, slow and stirring, and hungry with need for her. He would've wanted her if she'd been fully dressed, but with her slick, open sex pressed to the root of his shaft, the need shot through him like a guiding bolt.

"I--" Kash shifted his hips, changed the angle and pressed up to meet her. "Want you."

His physical and verbal affirmation pulled a soft exhale-like moan. She moved just enough so that she could lower herself onto him. It was slow, inch by inch, and her eyes fluttered with pleasure as she pushed down on him. A soft grunt pressed passed her lips as he reached the hilt. Her eyes moved down to Kash, gauging how he was.

With Zahra hot and slick around him, her body over him weighing him down, Kash was...good. Probably it was dumb to think it, but if there was a single word in his mind other than her name and fuck, baby, that word was safe. And it was that, safety and devotion plain in his eyes that Zahra would see. The word that came out of his mouth, though, when she lowered herself to take him in was, "Yours."

A smile in her eyes, Zahra's hips rocked and then she moved her body up and down, slowly, feeling him slide almost right out of her before she pushed down at the same slow, steady pace. She strained a bit against the desire to move faster, but she wanted him to feel her, feel all of her, and she wanted his release to be powerful.

The first time she pulled so far off him, Kash whimpered and his fingers tightened on her hips in something like desperation. Some of it was pure physical desire, but some he knew was just the stupid shit in his head. It would be just like Z to try to teach him no matter how far she got she'd always come back, but it wasn't a lesson he could learn right now.

The next time she went to rise up, he wrapped powerful arms around her and drew her down to him instead. "Stay close, Z. Please?"

Zahra didn't move any further away when he reached for her, getting the hint immediately and offered him a nod. "Alright, darling. Alright." Her voice soft with warmth and instead rocked her hips moving him in and out of her with the minimalist of movements, but still feeling him deep inside her as her muscles hugged him tightly.

Kash relaxed underneath her, tension ebbing into the slow roll of his hips to meet her, give her what she needed from him while he took what he needed from her. Not satisfied with the angle, or his grip on her, though, he pushed himself up to a seated position without dislodging her, and used the new leverage to pull her down that much further.

When he was seated so deep she couldn't possibly move without feeling him, he met her gaze and told her again, "Need you, Z. I've needed you so long," and then caught her mouth in a kiss. He couldn't say it often enough, couldn't tell her firmly enough. Now that she was here, he couldn't imagine how he'd survived without her.

The new angle drew a pleased grunt from her lips. It was hard not to think of the term 'filled up' at the moment. Her skin felt like it was made of electricity.

Before she could reply, he was kissing her again. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling her chest closer to his as her tongue played along his lips and explored his mouth hungrily. Each time he told her, it built a fire within her. Solidified her feelings and made her want to take care of him more.

He lifted his hand to pass it through her hair, but she moved and his ass muscles tightened, lifting him into her, and he ended up wrapping the strands around his fist instead. Z wouldn't let him hurt her, so he held her fast, kissed her hard, and pumped his hips to fuck her even harder. Everything about this was right, but especially being able to hold her so tight while he had her.

Her breath hitched, his need leaving her breathless and every thrust inward seemed to leave her breathless. At that moment, she was completely his and he was in control and she wanted him in control. The only one she'd ever give the honour to and the ultimate statement for her devotion to him. She moaned, breathless and wanton into his mouth. This time, unlike the first time, he would bring her over the edge. She could feel it building, bubbling right at the surface. Zahra could only hold on for a few moments more.

Maybe not tonight, but soon, he was going to pin her to a wall and fuck her senseless. Put her on her hands and knees and mate her. Not because he needed to, but because she wanted him to, because she was willing to give him that power and trusted him with it just like he did with her.

Right now, tonight, it was enough to know he had her, and know she had him. The memory that he'd gotten her pregnant slammed through him with those thoughts, and he cleansed the regret of not being there when it happened, by concentrating on it now, like he could do it again. Driving his cock up into her like he was planting himself in her, and her wanton little cries and moans made it that much better.

He bit her neck and sucked at it fiercely, like he could pull the sounds and her climax out of her. "Mine," he growled at her softly, because they both needed that as much as he needed to be hers.

Almost like before, his voice, his promise, caused the sudden cry out that anyone outside their room in the hall might have heard. Her body shook against him while he still took her hard, producing a wave of euphoria to spread through her body like shivering goosebumps. Her arms tightened around him she like was holding on for her life and she gasped for breath as the intensity only began to ebb when he slowed down.

This time, he held on, gritting his teeth and pushing through her tightening down around him until he felt that first, sweet pulse of her release. Then keeping on, driving her through it, felt better than floating. That breathless, aching, beautiful cry was what pulled him over the edge with her, and instead of withdrawing, he buried himself deeper and throbbed out thick, sticky pulses of semen.

She couldn't quite speak for several long moments as she clung to Kash tightly and tried to remind herself how to breathe. This moment, the one they were currently in, felt so right and so safe that she'd be happy to stay like this forever, if it were possible. She turned her head to kiss the side of his neck. "I love you, more than the moon itself."

"You are my everything, Z." He sought her mouth again and drew them into a slow, endless kiss.

If he could, he would kiss her all night and never stop. But he did, eventually, lower them down to the bed so she could curl up against him. He stroked her arm with his hand and kept her close, while his breathing slowed and grew deep and even, although he clearly wasn't asleep.

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