Eternal Kingdom

"Are you sure you want that, sweetheart?"

"Didn't you say you would act if I gave you the green light?" I retorted with a smirk. He formed a lazy grin, pulling back to meet my eyes.

"Fair enough, Queen. But not here."

I couldn't possibly comprehend why having a meal in the dining room was not the best place to do so, but he was determined. He carried me with haste to a room on the top floor that I quickly deduced was his bedroom. There was a king sized bed that had been neatly made, only covered in a simple white and gray checkered quilt and cotton sheets.

Besides the bed, there weren't many items decorating the barren space, telling me that he didn't spend much time in here. I guessed that made sense, since he spent most of his time with me. The thought made me feel guilty and pleased simultaneously.

One of the few things of note were a variety of frames on the far wall, all displaying various diplomas with the name 'Lysander Valerius' Printed in script on the front, at least twenty of them, from prestigious universities across the world. Though several were in fields of science, I noticed that the majority were in art related fields such as painting and art history.

"Do you paint?" I asked simply. He gripped my hand, pulling me back towards his bed.

"Yes."

"What do you paint?" I squeaked out, as he pulled my ponytail to the side so he could access the nape of my neck with his mouth. It was distracting me in the best way, sending waves of heated serenity through my body, a complete paradox. "I'll show you one day." He promised, turning me with his arms wrapped around my shoulders, stepping forward until the back of my knees hit the mattress. He lowered me down gently, sliding me further up and trapping me beneath his hovering form that was still planting kisses all over my body.

My breasts, my thighs, hell, even my fingers were graced with his cherishing lips.

"Lysander." I moaned softly, reaching for him.

"Turn your head, sweetheart." He purred, and I was entranced, obeying immediately. Everything he did was so damn sexy. I wished he would let me press my lips to every part of him for once.

That was when I became suddenly aware that I had never even seen him fully naked before.

I had seen him shirtless, sure, but never from the waist down. I could've, if I hadn't turned away all that time ago when he joined me in the bath. I wondered what he looked like. Was he just as delicious down there as he was everywhere else? My perverted thoughts were interrupted when I felt his hands grip my hair and shoulder, locking me in place. Right, his venom. Would it work? Part of me desperately hoped it would. I could use the extra courage to convince him to touch me again.

He buried his head into my neck, his warm breath fanning my sensitive flesh and his escaped tendrils tickling my ear. Then, before I could blink, his fangs sunk into me.

"Fuck!" I arched my back, feeling the overwhelming sensation of his venom, at least twice as powerful as his saliva. Holy shit! My whole body had ignited, trickling come from my body like a leaking tap. My claws extended, digging into his shoulders as I attempted to gain control of my maddened lust, but it was no use.

My mind was long gone.

"Lysander..." I cried, begging him for attention as he eagerly lapped up my crimson, a look of near orgasmic pleasure on his face, his lashes fluttering against his cheek.

Without detaching himself, he allowed one of his hands to crawl down my body, hiking up my dress and diving into my panties. I growled, my eyes turning black in desire. Even my wolf couldn't help but surrender to his expert ministrations. His slender fingers circled my drenched clit with finesse, and I squirmed beneath him. He never entered me with them, not that I needed him to in order to be pleased. His skill with his mouth and hands made penetration unnecessary, as was evident through my loud moans reverberating off the walls.

Fuck, did I want it, though.

It took all of about twenty seconds of his touch for me to build to my orgasm. He detached himself just as my climax hit its peak, licking the blood that had escaped to the corners of his mouth as he watched me come undone with curiosity and amazement.

"Ly-sander..." I groaned drunkenly, my back arching and my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

My body seized with so much all-consuming ecstasy that I nearly blacked out, and the venom enhanced and extended it exponentially. Everything outside was void, and my existence revolved around Lysander and him alone. I was blissfully lost in him. I wasn't sure how long I was actually going off for, but when I finally touched back down, I noticed that I still wasn't satisfied.

Pools of lava flowed down from my neck and into my core, demanding satisfaction. I had become crazed, with no end in sight.

I panted, tugging on Lysander's black t-shirt and successfully pulling it over his head, exposing his deliciously toned torso. He looked back at me wide eyed, his hands resting on either side of my head. "You want more?" He asked incredulously.

"Please. I need you. I want you inside me." My hands gripped his hips, pulling his covered erection towards my waiting pussy. Holy fuck, he felt huge. I wanted to see him. I wanted to touch him. He groaned, looking to the ceiling as if it would give him answers.

"I'm not having sex with you." He stated plainly through clenched teeth. I thought I would burst into tears at his stern words. I wanted it. I demanded it. My mind could comprehend nothing else. He stood from the bed and I actually whimpered. "I'm just grabbing something, sweetheart, don't worry." He assured me, but the distance between us was unbearable.

It was also unbelievably hot. I sat up, tugging my dress over my head and tossing it to the floor, along with my panties. I was stark naked, sprawled out on Lysander's bed, relishing in his sweet scent enveloping me.

He returned from his closet, stopping in his tracks when he took in the sight.

"Holy shit, Aria." He muttered, taking quicker steps to get back to me.

That's when I saw it, in his hand.

"W-what's that?" I asked between heavy breaths.

"A toy for you. I bought it in case this were to happen again. Would you be willing to try it?" I eyed the electronic device, curious as to how it worked. Did it go inside of me? Why did it have to be electronic in the first place? How did it work? I didn't have too much time to ponder, since I was dying with each second that I wasn't being satisfied.

"Yes, please. Now, before I melt into your fucking bed." I growled, spreading my legs for him. His eyes flashed red and he licked his lips.

"You are soaking wet, darling." He mused, clearly satisfied. He held the toy against my folds. It felt strange and cold at first, but as he rubbed it along my pussy, it started to heat up.

"Please." I begged.

He answered by tilting his wrist and pushing the intruding object inside of me. I gasped, clutching at his broad shoulders. It felt nice. Not as nice as the real thing, of course, but better than nothing. My pussy was sucking it in deeper, clenching around the firm but spongy material. Suddenly, I heard the click of a switch.

"Shit, shit, shit..." I repeated, my legs trembling as it vibrated against my most sensitive spots. The sensation was incredible, unlike anything I had ever felt before. I could feel my entire pelvis jerking with every tingle.

"Yes, Aria. Do you enjoy that?" He cooed, pushing it in and out of me slowly. I literally couldn't answer. I was gone, taking a leave of absence from my body that was writhing in pleasure. Then he leaned down, taking one of my breasts in his mouth, circling my nipple with his tongue.

The stimulation of the blue energy on my nipple was cooling me, creating a sensual mix like fire and ice in my veins. I was beyond glad that Bastion didn't have heightened hearing, or else he would certainly hear my cries of passion from across the street.

I needed to come, but I didn't want the incredible experience to come to an end.

Three more of his torturous pumps and I fell apart, my legs snapping shut as I rolled onto my side, curling into a trembling ball of nerves.

"Lysander..." I moaned, exhausted from his ministrations, but still twitching each time a new wave took over my body. He turned off the toy, setting it to the side.

I literally felt like I wet myself with how much come I had produced. I stayed like that for as long as it took Lysander to come back with a warm washcloth.

His gentle caress through the cotton had me purring in contentment as he cleaned up the mess I had made. I could still see him straining against his jeans as he worked, making me lick my hungry lips in desire.

My finger absentmindedly raised, stroking the hem of his zipper and making him suck in a harsh breath.

"Aria." He warned, trying to shift away, but I reached for him, gripping onto the waistband of his jeans to hold him in place. He froze, his eyes flickering between blue and red.

I sat up fully, scooting until my feet touched the floor and pulling him with me. He didn't fight, just eyed me with lustful interest. I turned to him before standing, releasing his pants and taking his hand in mine. His eyes glanced down at where I was stroking his fingers, then back up to meet my gaze. His brows were furrowed, but not in anger. He looked confused.

"Can I touch you?" I said with a shaky and small voice. I honestly expected him to deny my request. He rarely even showed himself to mortals as it was. Who knew how frequently he exposed himself to them. He gulped, his Adam's apple shifting beneath his skin.

"You aren't still under the effects of my venom?" I shook my head slowly, my eyes never leaving his so he knew I was telling the truth.

"I just want to, um, taste you." His face flushed and his hand clenched in mine.

"Damn, woman." He muttered, breaking my gaze so he could stand. Was he rejecting me? Was he just going to leave me here?

His hands trailed to the button of his jeans, where he unfastened it, turning to me simultaneously. Shit. He was actually letting me. I lifted my hands without prompting, finishing what he started with a seductive glance from beneath my lashes. His eyes were blazing, his fingers grazing my bare arms as I tugged his jeans effortlessly down his thin hips. His lips parted to make way for heavier breaths.

One tiny piece of fabric separated me from his manhood, and I knew I would have to clean myself again after this if I didn't want Bas to smell the come collecting between my thighs.

I held my breath as I tugged on his black briefs. If I hadn't already filled my lungs, I would've sucked in a breath when I saw it.

Oh my gods, did being a first also mean having a massive cock? I blushed at the mere thought of him entering me. I didn't even think I could fit him down my throat, much less down south.

I wrapped my tiny fingers around him tentatively, and he hissed, tangling his hands in my hair. The only thing keeping me from freezing up was the reminder that I was doing this for his pleasure. I wanted to hear him moan. I wanted to see the look on his face when he climaxed. I wanted him to be satisfied.

He eyed me like a predator on prey as I kneeled to the floor in front of him. He was holding back for me. I licked my lips again before pressing them to his tip, keeping my focus on his face. He was biting down on his bottom lip, his eyes half- lidded.

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When my tongue connected with his skin, I let out a moan, vibrating around his cock and making it twitch. He tasted incredible, rich and slightly sweet. Like dark chocolate.

I left a little bit of my saliva behind before pulling him back out of my mouth. I had only really done this for Bastion, and I was sure Lysander would have different preferences. I used my hand to stroke him slowly, admiring the way his body shivered for me.

"How do you want me to do this?" He let out a short airy chuckle.

"I haven't been touched in a while, so just about anything you do will be heavenly, especially with your lips." I smirked, opening my mouth to receive him again. His head rolled back on his shoulders and he let out a deep grown that shook me to my core. He was so damn responsive to me. It was as if he hadn't orgasmed in centuries. Didn't he ever masturbate?

Whatever the case, his response was only turning me on more, provoking me to increase my suction and move faster up and down his shaft. I couldn't take him fully in my mouth, so the lower half of him was being vigorously pumped with my hand.

"Fuck, yes, Aria." His smooth voice was melodic, filling the room. I gripped onto his thigh to stable myself with my free hand, careful not to pierce him with the claws threatening to escape. He was on cloud nine and he had taken me with him. I could feel all of his pleasure, all of his joy.

His hands tightened in my hair, and I felt his leg tense.

"Do you- still want- to taste me?" He choked out, between pants. I nodded, without removing my mouth, thankful that he shifted his gaze back down. I wanted to see him come in my mouth.

My confirmation spurred him on, and he let out a throaty growl, meeting my eyes with desire as he directed my head. He was actively fucking my mouth at this point, but he did so gently, being careful not to gag me.

After about five seconds, a tremor flowed through him and his jaw went slack, before clenching again on his final inhale. A loud groan followed and his hips stilled, his hot semen shooting to the back of my throat so quickly that I had a hard time swallowing it and observing how sexy he looked as he came. His eyes were fluttering shut and his abs were subtly trembling, along with the rest of his glorious body.

He was perfect.

His hips twitched as I finished sucking him dry, signaling that he was in his 'over-stimulation' phase. I released him, sitting back on my legs and watching him with a satisfied grin.

By the time his eyes flitted back open, he had a smile of his own. He leaned down to pull up his jeans, sneaking a kiss on my lips along the way. Once he was done buttoning them, he held out his hand for me, to help me stand. "Was it okay?" I asked bashfully, entwining my fingers with his. He smirked, his blue eyes adoring.

"Sweetheart, it was incredible. Thank you, so much."

I stood on my tiptoes, eager to feel his lips again before stopping abruptly.

"Holy fuck." I gasped in horror.

He cocked his head to the side, but caught on quickly, his eyes blazing in fury.

I lunged to the window to confirm our suspicions.

"No."