OOCHahaha sorry but the "As you wish-" gave me giggle-worthy thoughts about the Princess Bride xD
As Razkar caught hold of her hair, forcing her head back and exposing her soft neck. It was a surprise that he would transition so quickly from passion into animal lust, but the suddenness of the change sent a tremor racing through Edreina as she contemplated what was to come. The grin he followed the motion with... It made her feel absolutely helpless before the hunter that was occupying her, possessing her. Her blue eyes betrayed an innocent excitement as she was caught up in the headiness that comes with surrendering control of yourself, body and soul, to another. Every time someone had sex, they did this to some degree, but for the first time Edreina completely relinquished her sense of self, devoting her body to pleasing Razkar, truly becoming his female.
There were so many words left unsaid between the two, but joined like this words were... Mundane. The energy that flowed from one soul to another through the brush of lips, the dance of tongues, the joining of two bodies, it transcended any spoken word. As you lay with someone, you became aware of their fear, their resentment, their hate, their disgust... And sometimes, ever so rarely, their love. Love. Making love. That's what this was, Edreina finally realized. The difference lay, not in the technique, as she had always thought, but in the person. Everything had been different for Edreina with Razkar. Her fall was not the quick, painful trip of adolescent admiration, but the long, slow fall of something more mature. One was quick and easy, it was sometimes forced and unnatural. The second was akin to gravity; you could fight it, you could pretend it did not exist. And yet, there it was. Undeniable.
As Razkar assumed control of their moment, he managed to obliterate all sentient or civilized thought from his fire-maned partner. The pain caused by his vigorous motions was an entirely new sensation that threatened to leap the line out of being pleasurable at any moment. Apparently, their season of foreplay had not been enough to physically ready Edreina, and so her oh so ready mind had readily launched into petching mode despite the fact that her body was not properly... Prepared.
And yet, the pain did not matter. There she was, being claimed again and again by the man she had lusted after for so long. It was a dichotomy to Edreina, being controlled from their position. But the fact that he was able to control her despite her superior stance only made Razkar all the more desirable in her mind. She was a free spirit, yes, but sometimes free spirits need to be taught of powers higher than themselves. And in that moment, Razkar held more power over Edreina than any god, and it was his name that left his lips in pleading cries, gasps of adoration and whimpers of reverence as he humbled her. Again and again.
His lips and even his teeth on her throat sent chills of excitement pulsing down her spine, collecting and pooling and combining into a harsh throb at her core. Her muscles ached and burned and spoke of a pressure that begged for release. Intense was her pleasure and passionate was her response. Without pause, she leaned forward and threw herself back into tormenting him with her lips, her tongue, her teeth. Each time a place or an action invoked a reaction from the Myrian, it was mentally circled in bright white chalk, saved for later. While her mouth worked incessantly, her hands did the same.
One hand was entirely occupied with being knotted in the hair closest to his scalp, anchoring him against her, showing her own primal side. The other was, thanks to the entirely able grasp of her powerful thighs, free to roam. It stroked his strong jaw, the musculature of his shoulder, his collarbone, it skimmed over on of the hard, dark points on his chest, stopping to caress and pinch and tug lightly before moving on, testing him. She was learning him as much as he was learning her.
At the same time as all of this, Edreina's midsection began to flex and tighten, moving her hips back and forth in a motion perpendicular to each rough stroke, increasing the resistance as he slid in and out of her slick slit. When a particularly ragged stroke reversed directions at an unexpected moment, sending him hurtling into the center of her pleasure, the woman could not but utter a high cry, could not help but grip his back with her nails and bite down upon his shoulder in an attempt to muffle herself.
And, through it all, a small, enrapt smile claimed her full, swollen lips.
