05-14-2017, 12:13 PM
Stillwater
Something was different about tonight.
There was a taste in the air, so subtle. A longing, a desire. A dark, quiet rapture that prickled along the skin, tingled the senses. That alone could tell him who was coming, and a slow smile curved his lips. Blue-gray eyes filtered through the night's steamy fog from his perch on the bank, concealed in the infinite shadow of the trees at his back. His cave was a ways off, down the lip of the water and around, and she came from the opposite side, heading straight for it.
His eyes flashed with interest, and for a moment, he thought he might remain laying there, watching her go from his left to his right as she made a beeline for his home. Straight and true as an arrow, this huntress. If there was anything to tell about Karaugh, it would be this.
She knew what she wanted.
And wasn't afraid to take it.
He watched her halt at the water's edge, and held his breath through the eerie stillness taking over the moment as he waited to see if she would enter his water. "Stillwater..." Her voice carried quietly to him across the unnatural silence. Brave, or foolish, but more likely daring and fearless, she stepped in. He could almost feel the ripples of her movement brush across him as though the black of the water was the black of his skin. As though that dark embrace she sank into was his. A shiver ran down his neck and his spine, and he rolled it from his shoulders with a wistful smile.
Her sharp eyes were trained on the gaping, black maw of that cave, and he couldn't help but find that just a little delightful. Such a huntress. The fog hovered against the water like a blanket of clouds, and he tracked her movement through the gentle swirls she displaced, the hints of chocolate skin through the smoke screen, and the faintest sound of his water cradling and licking at her as she cut her path. The sharp line of her defined figure sliced her way through, and the cool liquid immediately swelled to fill the space, flowing with her, spilling around her.
There was still a distance she would have to go to reach her target, but after she passed his current position, he slipped silently into the water. The demon-black of him slid from the endless dark of his place on the bank and into the bottomless black of his water, veiled by the fog just as she was. He disappeared beneath the surface, gliding effortlessly through with skin too sleek and smooth for the liquid to grasp him or slow him.
He neared at an angle, from the direction of her right shoulder. Before he got too close, he dove deeper and beneath her. He could nearly taste her scent in the water around him as he twisted to watch her from below, waiting for his moment.
Then he saw it, and he took it.
He shot forward and his mouth clamped over the part of her throat and neck still beneath the surface. In the same movement, he gripped her and jerked, yanking her under the water with him, pinning her bent knees to his chest so she wouldn't kick him, and twisting again to roll her beneath his body and push them deeper.
His hold on her neck tightened as he paused, a firm message not to fight him, but he didn't bite into her as she might have expected from him, didn't take from her. Not this time, not yet. Instead, he only waited for her to cease movement and relax, to pretend she might trust him. Then he released her so slowly, reluctant to relinquish his treat without having a taste. She wasn't completely free, though, as he kept his hold of her legs adhered to his chest with his secretions, his mouth tenderly kissing away the indentations his teeth had pressed into her.
A surge of heat took him by surprise and lit through him with the taste of her on his tongue, and his kiss deepened. He did it without thinking, only felt the natural urge and answered to it, his lips pressing to her with the slow and steady rhythm of his kiss, gently sucking at the flavor of her skin and grazing his teeth lightly against her with little nips and plucks at her.
A curtain of bubbles slipped passed his lips as he growled into the water, pulling back with his inky hair billowing freely around him. He released her completely then and shoved himself away from her, rising to the surface to wait for her to come up for air. When she did, he spoke, his voice deep and gravelly with dark, blue-gray eyes pinned to her.
You've been busy.
You've been gone.
A statement given flatly without a hint to his thoughts on it.
There was a taste in the air, so subtle. A longing, a desire. A dark, quiet rapture that prickled along the skin, tingled the senses. That alone could tell him who was coming, and a slow smile curved his lips. Blue-gray eyes filtered through the night's steamy fog from his perch on the bank, concealed in the infinite shadow of the trees at his back. His cave was a ways off, down the lip of the water and around, and she came from the opposite side, heading straight for it.
His eyes flashed with interest, and for a moment, he thought he might remain laying there, watching her go from his left to his right as she made a beeline for his home. Straight and true as an arrow, this huntress. If there was anything to tell about Karaugh, it would be this.
She knew what she wanted.
And wasn't afraid to take it.
He watched her halt at the water's edge, and held his breath through the eerie stillness taking over the moment as he waited to see if she would enter his water. "Stillwater..." Her voice carried quietly to him across the unnatural silence. Brave, or foolish, but more likely daring and fearless, she stepped in. He could almost feel the ripples of her movement brush across him as though the black of the water was the black of his skin. As though that dark embrace she sank into was his. A shiver ran down his neck and his spine, and he rolled it from his shoulders with a wistful smile.
Her sharp eyes were trained on the gaping, black maw of that cave, and he couldn't help but find that just a little delightful. Such a huntress. The fog hovered against the water like a blanket of clouds, and he tracked her movement through the gentle swirls she displaced, the hints of chocolate skin through the smoke screen, and the faintest sound of his water cradling and licking at her as she cut her path. The sharp line of her defined figure sliced her way through, and the cool liquid immediately swelled to fill the space, flowing with her, spilling around her.
There was still a distance she would have to go to reach her target, but after she passed his current position, he slipped silently into the water. The demon-black of him slid from the endless dark of his place on the bank and into the bottomless black of his water, veiled by the fog just as she was. He disappeared beneath the surface, gliding effortlessly through with skin too sleek and smooth for the liquid to grasp him or slow him.
He neared at an angle, from the direction of her right shoulder. Before he got too close, he dove deeper and beneath her. He could nearly taste her scent in the water around him as he twisted to watch her from below, waiting for his moment.
Then he saw it, and he took it.
He shot forward and his mouth clamped over the part of her throat and neck still beneath the surface. In the same movement, he gripped her and jerked, yanking her under the water with him, pinning her bent knees to his chest so she wouldn't kick him, and twisting again to roll her beneath his body and push them deeper.
His hold on her neck tightened as he paused, a firm message not to fight him, but he didn't bite into her as she might have expected from him, didn't take from her. Not this time, not yet. Instead, he only waited for her to cease movement and relax, to pretend she might trust him. Then he released her so slowly, reluctant to relinquish his treat without having a taste. She wasn't completely free, though, as he kept his hold of her legs adhered to his chest with his secretions, his mouth tenderly kissing away the indentations his teeth had pressed into her.
A surge of heat took him by surprise and lit through him with the taste of her on his tongue, and his kiss deepened. He did it without thinking, only felt the natural urge and answered to it, his lips pressing to her with the slow and steady rhythm of his kiss, gently sucking at the flavor of her skin and grazing his teeth lightly against her with little nips and plucks at her.
A curtain of bubbles slipped passed his lips as he growled into the water, pulling back with his inky hair billowing freely around him. He released her completely then and shoved himself away from her, rising to the surface to wait for her to come up for air. When she did, he spoke, his voice deep and gravelly with dark, blue-gray eyes pinned to her.
You've been busy.
You've been gone.
A statement given flatly without a hint to his thoughts on it.
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