Page 10 of Fire & Ice

Our gifts started swirling around us once more, the heat of Tempest's flames meeting the chill of my ice. It was a dance unlike any other, an intoxicating mix of passion and hunger. As we kissed, Tempest's hands roamed up and down my back, tracing the contours of my muscles through my shirt. In my haste, I tore at the fabric of her dress as our passion grew and she returned the favor as she ripped open the buttons of my shirt and vest.

I slid the straps of her gown down her arms, feeling her shiver at my touch. I wanted to devour her, and I intended to.

My lips returned to her breasts, and I could feel my fangs begin to extend at the taste of her. I wanted to bite her but fought off the urge as long as I could, wanting our first time together to be perfect, wanting the moment to last forever.

I finally pulled away and stared into her eyes again, “Are you sure you want this?”

Her face was flushed already, but I could see her heartbeat quicken even more at my words, and I knew she was mine. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from all of the passion we’d already shared.

I slowly moved my lips down her body, tasting the soft skin I found there. I could feel her anticipation and her desire for more through our connection. I teased her, kissing and licking her body, wanting to make her wait just a little while longer. It was only when I felt her relax that I continued my descent down her body, stopping just below her full breasts.

Tempest’s hands tangled in my hair once more, pulling lightly as I teased her. With a small smile, I kissed and nipped at her throat before pushing aside the deep tear of her dress and baring her full breasts to my view. Slow, purposeful kisses traced the contours of her body before I once again made my way down her body. My hands followed my lips, gently caressing her soft skin as I moved over her, savoring her. "You are so beautiful, my Tempest," I whispered as I placed a kiss over her womb, knowing that one day it would hold my child.

I could feel the heat of her desire for me and my own desire for her almost become unbearable. Almost unable to control myself, I tore at the remains of her dress and buried my face in her skin to breathe in her scent. I could hear her heart pounding against my ear as my fangs grazed her skin, and I did my best to hold back. I wanted to wait until she climaxed around me. I needed to wait until she was begging for me to fill her with my seed.

To my surprise and pleasure, Tempest arched up off of the daybed as my tongue found her sweet spot. I licked and nibbled at her clit, before I sucked it gently between my lips. Her hands tightened in my hair as she moaned loudly, her body bucking against me as I pleasured her.

Tempest's hips bucked as I finally found what I was looking for. The taste of her was like nothing I’d ever had on my tongue before. I needed more, wanted more. The scent of her desire intensified with my ministrations, and I licked and sucked at her as though my life depended on it. I was rewarded with a flood of her honey, and I sucked every last drop from her.

I continued to stroke her with my fingers until I had wrung every last drop of pleasure from her body, her head thrown back and her eyes closed as she recovered from the intensity of her orgasm.

When she finally opened her eyes, I could tell she’d been well and truly pleasured. Her skin was flushed, her heartbeat rapid, and her breathing increased. I felt her desire for me as if it were my own, and my own desire for her made my cock throb painfully in my pants. Tempest reached for me, and I let her pull me up to kiss her deeply. Her fingers moved over the tattered remains of my shirt, tracing the grooves in my muscles as she deepened the kiss. I could taste her desire and her need, and I pulled away enough to look into her eyes, searching for any sign that she might be uncomfortable. “Are you ready?” I whispered to her, the words almost not forming in my mouth.

“I’ve waited for this moment for so long... Please, Beau,” she said softly as her fingers traced my cheek.

I stood up and began to shed my clothes, watching Tempest as she watched me. Her eyes were filled with passion and desire, and when she licked her lips, I almost lost control of myself. I wanted her so much, and I knew that she was ready for me.

I stood there in front of her, my arousal full and hard and her hands reached out to trace the contours of my body. Her hands were gentle and soft, exploring every inch of me with a light touch.

Her eyes met mine, her lips parted as though she was going to say something, but before she could, I captured her mouth in another deep kiss, wanting to possess her as much as possible, wanting to remind her that she was mine and I was hers. I couldn’t stand it any longer, and I tugged at the remains of her dress until it was gone, leaving her naked before me. I stepped back and took a good look at her, letting my eyes trace the curves of her body. My hands traced the outlines of her body as carefully and as slowly as her fingers had traced mine. I wanted to remember every nuance, every turn of her body. Her skin was soft and hot to the touch, even though she was chilled from the ice that ran in my veins. I could hear her pulse pounding and I felt her desire for me almost as if it were my own. She put her hands out to me, pulling me back to her. Our lips met again, as I climbed back onto the daybed, positioning myself between her legs. I placed my hands under her hips and pulled her to the edge of the daybed, wanting to see the expression on her face as she felt me fill her for the very first time.

I entered her slowly, wanting to savor this moment, wanting to take her slowly as her warmth surrounded me. “You feel so good,” I murmured, my voice hoarse with desire as I inched slowly inside of her heat. She squeezed me as I entered her and I groaned with pleasure, unable to hold back at her warm welcome stopping only once I felt myself meet the resistance of her maidenhead. Tempest gasped as I broke through and I held still for a moment, waiting for the pain to subside, wanting to give her every opportunity to change her mind if she wanted to.

The tension in her face eased as I grinded my hips in a slow, steady rhythm. Tempest gifted me with soft as she locked her legs around my waist- pulling me deeper inside. My body was on fire, and I could feel the warmth spreading through me as our connection expanded to encompass our emotions as well as our bodies. I could feel Tempest’s need and desire for me as if it were my own, and I loved the fact that I could please her. Sharp nails dug into my back as she lifted her hips to meet my every stroke.

We moved together, our hunger building with each passing moment. My hands roamed over her supple body, grabbing onto her hips, pulling her even closer against as I thrust deeper and deeper. The sound of our bodies slapping against each other echoed through the quiet garden, a testament to the raw, unbridled passion we shared.

My gums itched, then I groaned as my fangs elongated, hunger gripping my body with its invisible hands. I felt the thirst taking over, telling me to claim what’s mine and I knew Tempest must be feeling the same, before I could form the words to explain, she moaned, "Beau. What is this?"

I was almost too far gone to explain what should have been obvious for most halflings, but Tempest was newly elevated. I reared back as I felt my own fangs extend from my mouth and into a set of stunning ivory fangs that matched Tempest's perfectly.

"It's the mating call," I growled, a deep rumble from my chest vibrating through my body against hers, my hips jerking as I felt her hot wet slit clamp around me.

"Oh!" she squealed as I entered her with another deep thrust, causing the walls of her sex to suction more firmly around me.

"Yes, I've been waiting for you for so long," I grunted as I started to kiss her neck. "And now it almost makes sense." I kissed up her jaw line and gently scraped her sensitive earlobe with one cold tip of my fang.

"Bite me," I whispered as my fingers rolled her nipple and tugged at her breast causing fire and ice to collide and steam to rise around us. "Tempest."

Tempest

Unable to fight the feelings building like a tide inside of me any longer I gave in to the desire, feeling myself reaching a crest larger than any I ever had before. I kissed the spot on his shoulder where I planned on biting just before sinking my fangs into him. The sweet, woodsy taste of his blood filled my mouth and hit me like a lightning bolt causing me to climax. I felt Beau's cool cock grow even more inside of me as he grunted.

The sweet taste of his blood caused every nerve ending to pulse. Hot and cold spread instantly and evenly from my chest outward until I thought I might combust and set the whole garden and palace aflame. Then, the feeling changed, and it brought with it a wave of climaxes that hit harder than I’d ever experienced before, but there was no fire as I expected. It was as if a cool breeze wafted over me, moving through my veins seductively.

The feeling of her drawing my blood in her body left me speechless and Tempest's legs wrapped around my hips as her wet silken sheath gripped me so tightly my eye rolled in the back of my head and had my fangs ready to dig as deeply into her as my cock.

After she pulled away from me, the sight of my blood dripping down her beautiful chin did me in and I could no longer hold back, my fangs embedded deep into the soft flesh of her breast.

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