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DOLION

I didn’t let Ash go home alone. The taste of her incandescence etched deep inside me as I walked beside her, a gift of her trust that, once given, I couldn’t release.

She didn’t utter another word after I kissed her, only led me to the place she seemed to keep most secret from the rest of the world.

Her second gift was letting me walk alongside her in silence as she showed me the way to the secret I guessed she kept away from everyone else.

I climbed the twisted staircase behind her that led between an alleyway I discovered that could only be reached from above.

Townhouses arched together like so many cards, all ready to topple at a moment’s notice.

Each wall was painted a different color, the roofs bright, and stained glass patterns decorated nearly every glass surface.

Music played from some of the open windows and more than one person waved as we weaved our way between the colorful abodes.

If I had thought that discovering Ash’s graveyard hideout or her showing me the convent were signs of her letting me into her life, this blew my mind in all the most incredible ways.

I stood at the arched door to her hidden townhouse as she pressed her key to the lock and waited.

Ash spared me a quick glance over her shoulder, a smile softening her features. “Are you coming inside? I didn’t bring you all this way to gawk at my neighbors.”

I grasped the deep turquoise door that bore plenty of battle scars and that looked like either she or someone else had added a few roses at some point that had faded over time, and waited for her to cross the threshold.

“There is so much of you in this place.” I gestured to the risen street that glided above everything, and stepped inside her home.

Ash closed the door behind me, not bothering to lock it. I took note of that fact, and slipped my shoes off at the door. She nodded her approval, kicking her own sandals off. “More than you know,” she said softly.

A look of hesitation crossed her face before she held out her hand and turned away from me.

I ignored the outstretched hand, and stepped up behind her, sliding my hands around her waist. “I know this is new to you, Steorra. There is no rush.”

She laughed, a hollow sound so different from her joy of a moment before. “Isn’t there? Don’t you think I worry about destroying the people here? Everything that I– that they’ve built?”

I leaned down, sweeping her hair to one side and trailed my lips across her cheek, over the shell of her ear until she sighed and softened in my arms, though her spine remained taut.

“I do, and what you have built here is beautiful. Is this fear of destroying what you have created why you have hidden yourself away for so long? These people love you, Steorra.”

She wriggled in my arms. “I like that you call me that way too much.”

“There is no such thing, and no need to run anymore.” I wrapped my arms around her, testing once to see if she would baulk at the restraint. When she didn’t, I tightened my hold, drawing her back against me. “Let me love you, Steorra.”

“Dolion,” she breathed, heat flooding my arms the moment her panic hit in full. “I– I don’t know how?—”

I spun her in my embrace and crushed our mouths together, taking the full brunt of her attack.

My tongue slid between her lips without begging permission this time as I cupped the back of her head, lacing my fingers through her silky locks.

She moaned in my arms, pressing her breasts to my chest, arching to ease herself closer.

When her tongue traced alongside mine as I thrust into her mouth, tasting the brightness of her from within, the sweet tenderness of her tested every inch of my restraint.

Molding my hands to her sensuous body, letting my palms seek out her generous curves and pull her into me, I walked us into the hall she’d been facing when she first held her hand out to me in offering.

Neither of us were under any disillusions of what tonight was. Less than a seduction, more than a joining. We were in unfounded territory, discovering each other with every new step.

“Let me show you,” I murmured against her lips, still walking her backwards along the hall.

She tapped the wall when we passed a doorway and I turned her into the darkened room, cradling her carefully to me so I wouldn't bump her against the hard edges.

“My room,” she managed, drawing back from me long enough to slide her arms from the dress. The material pooled at her feet and two quick strides brought me thigh to thigh with the naked woman who made my palms ache to hold her.

“You wore no undergarments beneath that flimsy gown?” I growled, biting her bottom lip lightly and not letting go.

A gasp left her. She shook her head, her luminous dark eyes latched onto me. “No,” she managed around the way I held her captive.

I nipped her lip gently, earning myself a squeak. The sound zipped straight to my cock that strained against fastenings of my pants. Gliding my hands over her smooth, golden skin, I pulled the heat of her against me, reveling in her bare body pressed to my clothed one.

“Where?” I rasped, barely able to string a full thought together with her so close, so hot pressed to me.

The tip of her tongue flicked playfully against my lips as she found my hand and led me across the darkened room, stopping when my knees hit a tall mattress covered by a silk quilt.

Her hand slapped the center of my chest in a decent push.

My knees buckled on command. I sat, bemused and aroused as Ash straddled me, resting her hands on my shoulders.

And again, she hesitated, her confidence folding in on herself.

I leaned back on my hands, tilting my head to one side as I appreciated what I could see of the view with eyes that took in so much more than the mortals that overran this world. Her thighs trembled against mine as she let me study her, and her hands squeezed my shoulders rhythmically.

“Undress me,” I murmured, giving her hands something to do. The small task should be enough to keep her mind occupied, and her panic art bay. Fine hands fluttered across my shoulders and to my waist. “Start with my shirt,” I instructed.

“Thank you,” Ash breathed, running her fingers along the row of buttons that held my shirt together, then back up.

Starting with the top one, she undid each until my shirt hung open.

Her breasts brushed my skin as she pushed the shirt off my shoulders.

I helped her with the arms, then her hands dropped to my waist. “How–?”

I ran my hands up her arms, twining my fingers through her hair and brought her mouth to mine for a deep kiss. “On your knees, Steorra.”

A shuddering breath left her as she broke the kiss first and slithered between my legs.

Her nails grazed the insides of my thighs through my pants and it took everything I had not to come on the spot.

She worked the zipper better than I had, peeling back the loose fitting cotton and working it over my hips.

My cock sprang free as she pulled my clothing from my body, leaving me as naked as her.

Then her hands returned to scrape the insides of my thighs, traveling upward from my knees, the journey taken in reverse.

Hot breath brushed my cock, and her lips grazed my skin.

Breath hissed from my lips. “Come here.” I cupped my hands under her armpits, hauling her up to me, but she batted my hands away.

“No. I want to touch you. Please?” Those same lips traced patterns along my inner thigh.

I groaned and tipped my head back, releasing her. “Fuck, Steorra. I have no choice in this, do I?”

“None whatsoever, stone man.”

I groaned when her tongue touched my cock, already straightening and rigid when her hand tried to close around my length, and couldn’t.

Her soft strokes left me tingling all over, and far too close to the edge I needed to avoid.

“Like this.” I gripped her hand hard, closing her fingers around my cock and worked us together for a few slow pumps.

“Oh,” she whispered as I thickened in her grip. “You like that?”

“I like everything you do,” I managed through gritted teeth. “But if you keep touching me so softly, I won't make it to sliding inside you, and I very much want to do that with you tonight, Steorra.”

“Oh,” that same soft breathy sound elicited from her again.

I squeezed out joined hands once more and let go, sliding my hand around the back of her neck. “Come up here?”

But her mouth had different plans, hot and wet as she engulfed my cockhead. Her tongue ran soft, warm circles around my length, just below the crown. I bucked a little into her mouth and she hummed her appreciation, grazing her nails across the hairless skin on my inner thighs.

The hand behind her head tightened. I massaged my fingers into her scalp, giving her time to explore and find her own pace. Ash licked and sucked, pulling her mouth up my length and diving down to choke on me voluntarily.

Blood surged through me, and I pushed up into her mouth, pushing her head down and holding her there for a second. Her throat constricted around me, and the prettiest sound filled the room as she mewled on my cock. I groaned, pulling her off me and up into my arms.

“Jesu, you’re a good girl, Steorra,” I whispered, winding her legs around my waist and rubbing her pretty little cunt back and forth across my straining cock already coated with her saliva.

“I nearly spilled myself down your gorgeous little throat then.” I kissed her softly, offering my apology, but she returned my kisses eagerly, lapping at my tongue with her own until I was close to pushing deep inside her and sheathing myself to the hilt.

But this was her first time and I needed to display greater self-control than I had a moment before, regardless of how much she seemed to have liked my sort of dominance.

Gripping her ass cheeks in both hands, I leaned back and rolled us on the bed so I lay between her spread legs.

“Now is the time to tell me you want me to give you an orgasm and stop there, Steorra,” I murmured, holding myself above her.

I didn’t play fair, releasing her rounded ass cheeks to toy with her nipples, rolling the taut peaks back and forth in my fingertips until she writhed for me.

The scent of her need filled the room. “We can stop any time.”

“You are really fucking mean,” she muttered. “Do you know that?”

“Such a filthy mouth,” I murmured, licking her lips as she gasped and sighed for me, spreading her legs. “Tell me to stop, Steorra.”

“Please,” she begged. “I know this will–”

“Hurt?” I kissed the corner of her mouth.

“Yes, it will hurt. But with pain can come pleasure. Let me tease you. Let me show you,” I whispered, nudging my thick cock against her soaking entrance, never letting up on milking her pretty nipples that loved being played with.

“I think you’ve been ignored for far too long, don't you?”

She shook her head. “I never wanted?—”

“Liar,” I breathed. I leaned down and sucked the tip of a nipple into my mouth as I pushed the head of my cock into her cunt, just the tip, and worked my hips back and forth.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” I groaned at the noises she made, the soaked slurping sondes as I teased us both with the sensation of wanting to fill her but not quite being inside her.

Ash whimpered and arched beneath me, spreading her legs wider.

“Deeper, please,” she begged, pushing upward, but I pulled back, teasing her endlessly with the tip of my cock.

Edging was my favorite kink, and I’d teach her the madness of needing to come but holding back for days on end, whipping her into a frenzy hour after hour until she was a hot, wet mess who wanted nothing more than to lick and suck and fuck.

“Please,” she screamed, as I reached between us and strummed her clit gently.

Heat—not her combustible sort, but the liquid type—gushed forth around my cock as she came for me, weak and trembling. Ash’s arms latched around my neck as she sobbed through her orgasm. I held her close and slid all the way inside, her body ready and aching.

Her soft scream as I invaded her body tore at something inside both of us. I held her all the tighter, waiting until the trembling in her legs lessened, the cries against my chest turned to softer breaths.

“I’m going to move, Steorra,” I murmured to her temple, laying kisses against her skin as I thrust my hips deep. “Let me show you?—”

It didn’t take more than another thrust before her cries turned from pain to pleasure, her nails digging into my shoulder blades.

“Are you alright?” I murmured, “I can stop.”

“Don’t you dare, stone man,” she panted beneath me, locking her heels behind my waist. “If you don' t keep going, I’ll find a toy and finish myself off while you watch."

My cock swelled at the thought of watching her play with herself.

A game to play on another night. “Tempting, but right now you have a different toy to play with.” I slammed deep, filling her until my hips met hers, and groaned at the way her searing walls strangled my cock.

“Hells, Steorra. I’ll be addicted to having you wrapped around me. ”

Another thrust, two and she clamped down on me hard. Ash pulled my mouth to hers, kissing me desperately as she flooded my cock with her juices. Her cunt milked me as I had her nipples minutes before. I growled my release to the darkened room, slamming deep as I came, locked inside her.

Our bodies rocked gently through the rest of the night, working out variations of pleasure and pain as she screamed softly for me again and again.

I filled my fallen star with my seed, claiming her as my own and knew my heart would never be as empty or as shattered as it had been these last three hundred years again.