Her lover's hands grasping and groping at her seemed to encourage her, her hips pressing more firmly against his own, grinding in a slow and steady fashion.  She moaned into their kiss, a jolt of pleasure running through her body as she moved against him in just the right way.  She could feel his body raise against her own in a feeble attempt to slip inside of her, but she would lift herself away as this happened, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly as she silently chastised him for his efforts.

Her body mourned the sudden loss of contact between the two and she locked her eyes with his own, noting the arousal in his gaze.  Dalanesca emitted a soft sound of enjoyment as Story's hands and lips traveled down her body, the soft sound morphing into a moan of pleasure as she felt him draw her nipple into his mouth.  Her back arched involuntarily, a shiver running down her spine as his mouth traveled further down, lips grazing against the pale flesh of her stomach.  She let out a soft cry as his teeth nipped at her thighs, her legs spreading open quite willingly at his urging.  Anticipation flooded her mind, but it seemed that Story would not let her have what she so desired just yet.

Her hands impatiently grasped at the linens of her bed as Story's lips dragged across her inner thighs, a sound of desire coupled with frustration escaping her.  His breath felt hot between her legs, and it sent another shiver coursing throughout her body.  "Please," she breathed, nearly inaudibly.  As his arms wrapped around her legs, she lifted her head up to look down at him, her eyes locking with his own once more.  However, as his tongue slowly darted out, her head tipped back and she let out a gasping moan of sheer ecstasy.  As his tongue moved even lower, she cried out once more, having never experienced a sensual touch in that particular location.  Hundreds of thoughts and scenarios involving such flew through her mind, but she lost them as his tongue flicked against her most sensitive place.

When his mouth found her and began suckling, she arched her back, raising her hips to meet his mouth, relishing in the feeling of his hands roaming her form. She writhed beneath him, moaning his name in a lustful tone.  "Story…" she breathed, her hands clutching at the fabric surrounding her once more. Within moments, however, she cried out as she felt his tongue enter her, feeling him writhing it about inside of her, and her hands moved from the bed sheets to tangle in his hair.  She subconsciously pulled at his head to urge him to continue, while in turn her hips slowly began to gyrate towards his mouth.  

Dalanesca's breathing began to labor as she could feel her first climax beginning to build inside of her, and she tangled her fingers ever more in Story's dark hair, continually writhing against his mouth, his name repeating mixed with her moans.  It was soon all too much and the pleasure took her over, her legs shuddering in Story's arms as his tongue continued to lap at her, clearly savoring the taste of her arousal.  She stilled somewhat as it subsided, though her legs still quivered and her fingers still found themselves twisted in his hair.  "Please," she repeated from earlier, and it was clear that she wanted more from him. She gently tugged at his hair, and as he caught her notion and moved back up her body, she brought his face to her own and kissed him deeply, probing her tongue into his mouth and tasting herself on him.  She pulled away from the kiss and ran her lips along his jaw, much as she had earlier, until they found their way to his ear.  "I want to feel you inside of me," she whispered, her voice deepened with the lust and desire she felt for him. She nipped at his earlobe, snaking a hand between the two of their bodies and wrapping it around his shaft, gently stroking him in an attempt to get him to oblige her.  "Please," she urged, continuing to run her hand along his length.

Story reveled in the subtle beauties in how they interacted with each other as he lay betwixt Dalanesca's legs. Their reaction could not necessarily be described as alchemical. It was more raw an experience than that. Composure and sovereignty freely waxed and waned between them, reminding him of a coastal tide. Their flesh mingling evoked visions of dark waters caressing over pale white, glittering sands. The waters would rush forth, or recede, aggressively gaining ground, and then losing it, giving way to the wims of the soft, inviting shore.

There was also a middle place, juxtaposed these sensuous battles of control. Where there was nothing but the land, water, sky, and moon - in this case a crimson one, that played its delicate light through the window into the bedroom.

The Goddess was succulent and sweet, unlike anything Story had ever tasted. As his tongue lapped up more of her, he felt his blood run in his veins like white hot fire. His eyes occasionally opened to observe her….indigo gaze feasting on every inch of her wondrous curves, and watching her breasts rise and fall rapidly at his oral machinations. Her rapturous release was an intoxicating experience. He Dalanesca's entire body quake, and he slipped his hands under her as she rose slightly off the bed. He ran his hands down her back, slick with perspiration, and squeezed her ass, delving his tongue deeply as she raced across the peak of her climax. He uttered a quiet moan, and continued to gently lap at her as she came down, but it was clear that his lover required much, much more now.

Story felt himself being guided up Dalanesca's body, and he met her kiss with equal fervor. He breathed heavily and shivered, muscles twitching as her lips wandered away to explore again. Her lustful pleading in his ear, and her hand grasping his length made him melt momentarily; however, he was quick to oblige her. Shifting himself so that he could place his hands in hers, and push himself up while also pinning her down in a way, Story rubbed himself against her only once before sitting back and thrusting forward, burying himself within her as deep as he could go. His body shuddered at the welcoming sensations, and he hovered before her, eyes locked, and briefly kissing her before pulling back, much slower than he had entered her.

Pulling himself back until barely any of his member remained inside, his hips shot him forth again like an arbalest, plunging him into his Goddess again…and again…and again. He steadily built a rhythm from this, and, panting, compelled by her breasts softly bouncing at his movements in the half-light, leant down and took one of her nipples into his mouth. Her bed began to rock slightly from the motion, the clanging of the headboard on the bedroom wall mirroring the sound of their hips crashing together.