0 comments/ 9731 views/ 0 favorites Taria's Lust By: AngelAyla I first saw him while I was in Lee's Tavern. He sat at another table. His skin was as dark as night, his hair as white as snow and shimmered as though it had crystals woven into the very strands. He was muscular and lean, his bright eyes watching me from the other side of the room, almost beckoning to me, as if he were feeling the same attraction as I. He was wearing a black hooded robe that concealed all but his face, but the robe was close enough to his own skin that I could see smooth curve of his body underneath, I could easily imagine it and did so, tormenting myself further and making me feel hotter until my skin was almost burning with desire. I was attracted to him in ways I could not describe and with each second that I watched him it grew stronger. I felt drawn to him as soon as I saw him yet I could not explain why. It was a bond shared instantly between him and myself, and it felt like a force pulling me through the waves of color that were the bar around us gone blurry. I stood, shaking and nervous and walked over to his table. He motioned to the chair next to him, and nodded, an invitation for me to join him. I then sat beside him, staring into his startling blue eyes, so clear like a mid winter ice. Maybe it was the ale, or maybe he had some magic about him that stirred these feelings inside of me. All I knew was that I had to have him, mark him, and make him mine. Mine... It sounded so terrible and yet so good. And as I looked into those icy eyes, I could see a blue fire burn in them that hinted to me that he was under this spell as well. I asked one question of him then. "What is your name?" I asked him. "Saultis," he replied back, his voice husky, almost a whisper. Those whispers that men get when they are thinking less than proper thoughts. I moved my chair closer to him, wanting to be near him so much that my inhibitions were slowly washing away, and his eyes filled with that look, the look that men get when they know you won't say no, the look they get when they know true satisfaction is only a short ways off, and that they will not be denied. I imagine I had a similar look on my face, as he reached out to me, placing his hand on my neck, drawing my lips towards his. It was an instant reaction when I kissed him, his warm lips touching mine, his tongue parting my lips. I felt dizzy and weak while I let his tongue caress mine, and breathed in his scent, an intoxicating scent that made my lower stomach hot and with that heat came a tingling numbness. He smelled so husky but sweet, and I could not breathe in enough of him. It was clear that he had the same thoughts towards me as I had for him at that moment as he pulled me closer and explored me with his hands over the leather covering my body. After this it might change, might have been something for the moment that would not mean or be anything later, but for the moment it was all lust, with no thoughts of the later effects this decision may have and for the moment I did not care. It made me long for him all the more. He brought his hands to my waist and easily pulled me onto his lap, so that I was straddling him in his chair, my thighs hugging his, my feet barely touching the floor and my chest pressed to his, still kissing him, his hands running along my back and down to my thighs. It had occurred somewhere in the back of my mind that we were still in public view, and with that thought I took a quick glance. It was almost as if we did not exist in this time and place as no one seemed to notice the intimacy of our position or our actions. I looked deep into Saultis' eyes, his gaze holding me breathless and wanting. He reached down, taking me by my thighs and lifting me a few inches almost effortlessly. I felt the muscles move and flex under his skin as he did this. He held me easily with one hand, while I braced myself with a hand on his shoulder to hold myself steady for whatever he might be doing next. I could feel his hand under my thigh shifting his robe first and then my undergarments were pushed to the side. His fingers traced along between my legs catching my breath in my chest. And with a quick movement his fingers entered me, bringing from me a moan and I shifted my hips to get more of his fingers inside of me, while his fingers played along bringing intense feelings of pleasure. Then a deeper warmth as his hand moved and I came in contact with the most intimate part of him. He lowered me so that my skin was touching his skin, but without entering me he gave a small movement, brushing his warmth against mine, and he moaned quietly. His lips found mind again and he kept this movement up for a few moments longer, his movements becoming faster and he began to press himself against me harder. I moved my hips in tune to his movements, keeping the sensations constant. I was beginning to get more and more hot and slippery below with every movement. Taking his lips from mine, he whispered something breathlessly but I could not hear it. He again shifted himself, placing his hands on my hips, pulling with one swift movement and that's when I felt him enter me. The feeling of this was unimaginable, my very being filled by this man. It was the most heat I had felt there before. He started thrusting slightly, moving himself in and out of me, making small sounds in his throat, and I kept up the rhythm with him. I felt the friction between my legs, the warmth building slowly. I was entranced by this man, and completely captive to him and his wants. His eyes were closed, his breathing growing heavier. He had a look of utter peace and at the same time lust. I closed my eyes and bit into his neck, moaning softly into his skin, bringing a purring vibration across his skin; the sound of the band in the background drowning out any sounds I was making and his. His hand found and gripped my hair, keeping my teeth in his neck, his other hand holding onto my thigh tightly, and his nails pressing into the skin. I could not hold back the sounds any longer, and with every thrust I moaned and sighed. Saultis moved both his hands to my thighs, pulling my legs apart, spreading me for him so that he could enter me deeper. I obliged, leaning forward to make it easier. His hands convulsed on my skin, and I knew in that moment of time that true pleasure was not far away for him, and that very thought brought that feeling again, the feeling of tightness and complete ecstasy before a wave of heat and pleasure broke over me, burning between my legs, making me writhe on him, digging my nails hard into him, marking him, making him bleed. The writhing was what brought him, as he dug his nails into my thighs, pulling me down on him hard and fast and only I could hear the soft moans he made before I felt my insides filled with a warm rush. His strong hands held me down on him until he calmed and his hardness started to fade. He slumped back in his chair, exhausted and catching his breath and I leaned forward onto him, using him to hold myself upright and feeling his warmth through his robe at the same time. After a few minutes he again reached underneath me, pulling himself out and straightening up his robe, and placing my undergarments back before settling me back on his lap. He smiled at me, and then waved over a wench. "Give us two more ales," he said. Taria's Lust Ch. 02 I woke up sometime in the night, sure Saultis was near. I felt the pull, the longing again, and it made me sit up and look around. There was no one in the room with me. I slowly dressed, and walked to the window. I could not see anyone outside the inn. I breathed out slowly and lay back down. I stared at the ceiling, trying to keep myself from running out of the room looking for him. I slid my hand along the wall slowly as it was cold, and tried to draw the cold in to myself in a vain attempt to cool the feelings I had inside of me. Sliding my hand down the wall, I stopped suddenly. I felt it then, the wall was warm in this spot. I closed my eyes, and a vision flashed in front of my eyes of Saultis kneeling on a bed on the other side of the wall, holding his hand on the same spot. I got to my knees and placed my other hand on the wall, and after a few seconds felt his other hand there too. I'd have thought he was playing with me, if I hadn't felt in him the same pulling I felt inside myself. As my hands glided over the wall, his followed. I felt him pushing against the wall, trying to draw in my warmth. I could feel him as I knew he could feel me, pressing against the wall. We pressed our bodies to the wall, wanting to pull away and at the same time wanting to be closer. I could feel him inhale deeply, almost as if he was scenting me, but it wasn't really him. It was me doing it, and him mirroring my movements. I pulled back until it was only my hands touching the wall and then he was gone. I ran my hands over the wall trying to find him, then moved back and kneeled back on my bed, vaguely wondering why he'd left me. It was then that the door opened swiftly, hitting the wall, Saultis standing in the doorway. He stood watching me. I felt myself nod slowly, almost unconsciously. He shut the door behind him and crossed the room towards me, almost slowly, like he were stalking prey, and I was that prey. He stood in front of me, his chest heaving. I stayed kneeling on the bed in front of him, looking up into those eyes. I could see more of him now that he was standing. The robe he wore was darker than his skin. It hung loosely, but still managed to show his muscular form through it, as the sleeves ended midway down his arms, and showed bare skin. His muscles moved under his skin as he shifted. I stared, my eyes fixed. The robe cloth itself shimmered as if he had woven stars into it. Below that I could only see his black boots. They had metal running along the sides and edges and metal spikes that ran along the metal sides and disappeared under the robe. His hands, hanging loosely at his sides were covered in gloves that matched the boots with large spikes on the backs of his hands. The image in itself made me shudder. He was the epitome of beauty, and his dark clothing only seemed to bring it out of him more so. And yet, even at this angle, I still could not see his face, only his blue eyes glowing. I wanted to reach up and push back the hood, and see his features, but I did not, as the want to see him like this was more than the want to look upon his face. Saultis did nothing but stand there and let me get my fill of looking him over. I glanced up at his eyes and found him doing the same. I was now wearing black leather, tight across my skin. My arms, stomach and thighs were bare, as was part of my chest. His eyes traced down across my chest, stomach and thighs, all the way down my legs to my boots. His eyes filled with a dark heat. He seemed to breathe as if he couldn't get enough air, his chest rising and falling rapidly. I knew the feeling. He seemed to be a little unsteady on his feet, his eyes darting back and forth as he looked me over. Slowly he sat on the bed beside me. His eyes darted back up to mine. "I know" he said, in a purring husky voice, answering a question I hadn't asked or even thought of yet. Then in a swift movement he pushed me back hard enough that I had to catch myself. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me towards him, making me slide down the bed on my back. As I watched, he pushed my legs apart and kneeled between them. He lay between my legs on top of me, holding himself up by his hands on either side of me. "I can't let you go. I want more of you" he whispered in my ear. I turned my head to the side, and he sank his teeth in, biting hard. He used his hands to pin down my wrists, holding me captive for him, the metal on his gloves scraping against my arms. His tongue licked along my neck. I turned my face towards him. He used that as a chance to press his lips to mine. I kissed him, my hunger pouring out through the kiss. He kissed back just as forcefully, sliding his tongue along mine, and breathing heavily. His breath had a sweet scent that drew me more into him. The small candle in the room shone light on part of his face, letting me see his nose, his lips and his chin when he drew back from the kiss. The part of his face that I could see was flawless. A small smile curved his lips as I watched. I wanted to taste those lips again, and I pushed myself up just enough to reach him, letting out a moan, showing him how much I wanted him. His moan echoed mine as he kissed back. He let go of my wrists and used one of his hands to hold himself up, and the other slid down my chest. His fingers pulled the leather straps on the front of my top open. He broke the kiss and looked down as he pushed the leather aside. He moved down, running his lips and tongue down the middle of my chest. I reached down, taking his hand and placed it where I knew he wanted it. His eyes moved back up to watch me, as his fingers moved under the leather that was still partially covering my chest. He pulled his hand back out and took his gloves off, throwing them on the floor. He slid his hand back under the leather, caressing me slowly, his bare skin warm on my skin. He moved back up my body to kiss me again, this time holding my neck, keeping my mouth to his while his other hand moved down and pulled my skirt up higher. He thrust his hips, making his hardness rub against me through the cloth of his robe, catching my breath in my throat, and making him let out a purring moan. I put my legs around his waist, holding him there. His eyes glazed over, then closed. He kept thrusting harder, and harder. He needed this and so did I. I wanted him inside of me. I pushed open the front of his robe, exposing part of his chest. I ran my fingers down his chest, scratching lightly with my nails. I moved my hands farther down across his hard stomach until he caught my wrist. He seemed to stop, taking a moment to breathe while he held my wrist; his head tilted back, his mouth open slightly. "Not yet" he whispered. I wanted to feel all of him, run my hands over his skin. Saultis slid my hands under his robe to his back. Instinctively I dug my nails in and clawed down his back. He gripped the bed on either side of me, squeezing. I felt a shudder go through his entire body. I dug my nails in harder. A low growling sound came from his throat as he tore my panties away from under my skirt, then he arched his back against my hands. He moved his hands to push my thighs apart, and then with a hard thrust he was inside of me, still through the cloth of his robe. I writhed under him, wanting to have more of him inside of me. I heard him moaning quietly, his head down so I could not see his face. Pulling back out, he then reached down to part his robes. I could see farther down his stomach now before it faded into blackness again. This time when he entered me it was just him, warm, hard. I kept my hands on his back as he thrust hard and deep, almost lifting me off the bed with the force of his thrusts. He stopped suddenly, and put his arms under my legs, holding me up and wider, and lifted himself to his knees. It was deeper, and almost too intense. I couldn't help the sounds I was making. He was more animal than man at that point, with almost desperate movements that sent the headboard slamming into the wall, moaning and growling loudly. I reached up and gripped the headboard, pulling on it to lift my hips even higher to meet his, at one point reaching his shoulders with my ankles. As I did this, he gripped my thighs with his hands holding me where he wanted me. I vaguely heard the sounds of cloth tearing and shredding as he moved. And unlike before, there was an almost visible haze around us that interred feelings of desperation, lust, want. I felt it in the bar, but not this strongly. I closed my eyes, just feeling him. All of a sudden he dropped me back onto the bed. He grabbed my legs, pulling me back down the bed again, forcing me to let go of the headboard. When I opened my eyes he was over me again, staring into my eyes. He leaned down for a kiss, and I let him. As I kissed him he seemed to be calmer and slower. With that he smiled and kissed me again, holding me tight while keeping his slow rhythm. I felt the warmth, the tingling that told me I was close, and the shudders in his breathing that told me the same about him. "Look into my eyes" he whispered, staring into mine. I fought to keep my eyes open and focused on him while it passed over us both. I felt his warmth fill me, and he stopped for a moment holding still. Then he thrust a few times, fast and hard, and the sheer force brought us both again, pulling loud moans from my throat and low sounds from his. I felt something pass between us that I could not describe, while we watched each other. I felt boneless, laying there as he collapsed on top of me. We lay there quietly, breathing until he moved off of me and beside me. I looked down the length of the bed to find his boot spikes had shredded the entire lower half of the bed. I smiled and drifted off to sleep with him holding me in his arms. Taria's Lust Ch. 03 I lay face down on my bed in my room above the inn. I tried to process my thoughts about this stranger I had met and what we'd done. It couldn't be resisted. It was a pull, an urge, one that could not be satiated until I had him. He had been gone for days now and the longing pulled on me, making me writhe. I wondered if he felt the same desperate need as I did. Every time I moved the bed underneath brushed against my chest, sending little shocks through my body. I tried to ignore it and sleep. I couldn't think and could hardly breathe without him near me. Eventually the velvet dark surrounded me, quieting my body and letting me rest at last. My dreams though were filled with thoughts of him; the feel of his body against mine was a memory that ran rampant through my mind. As I lay dreaming I felt myself open my legs slightly, as if even in the dream I was laying myself out for him to take. I felt his fingers brushing down the insides of my thighs to my ankles and parting my legs even more. At first I thought maybe he were sleeping too and we'd found a way to connect metaphysically. I wondered if his body were reacting as strongly as mine was.. I was already feeling unbearably hot and little spasms between my legs. I had to resist the urge to slide my hand down between my legs to ease the aching. That's when I felt it... The warmth of his breath over my already burning skin moments before his tongue touched me, tracing along my skin. I parted my legs more and his tongue slipped inside then ran along the outside of my pussy again, stroking softly... I arched my back slightly, trying to get more of his tongue against me. Then it was gone. Moments later his strong hands flipped me onto my back and pushed my legs far apart. My eyes fluttered open and I realized it was no longer a dream. It was real, he was real. Saultis was kneeling at the end of my bed. He pulled me down the bed towards him and with his hands on the insides of my thighs kept my legs open wide. I could see the glint of his eyes beneath his hood of that robe I loved so much. His dark eyes glowed with a hunger, the hunger that had brought me to him so many times before and kept me wanting more of him. He lowered his mouth to me, licking along the insides of my thighs, and then to my pussy, licking and kissing. He pushed his tongue inside as far as he could, making me squirm and moan for him. He kept my legs as far apart as he could push them, licking with soft strokes until I was on the edge. Then with a flick of his tongue I came for him, whispering his name and shaking. I squirmed as he kept licking, the feelings almost too intense. I almost begged him to stop, but he released me and stood up. He again turned me over, pulling me onto my hands and knees. Saultis held me by my hips tight and guided his hard cock deep within me, filling me so full, reaching the end of me with more of him still being forced in. When he had forced his cock as far into me as he could, he dug his nails into my waist and started fucking me, slowly at first, then gaining speed. He drove his hard cock into me hard and fast, holding me in place with his strong hands. I clutched at the sheets below me, moaning so loud for him. He reached up and wrapped one of his hands in my hair and pulled hard, lifting my front half up from the bed. He had me completely captured. It put me at an angle making him able to fuck me even harder, my muscles tightening around his cock. Then I felt him let go of my hair and both his hands come around my front. He pulled me up against his chest, his cock still inside of me. He pulled me up and down on his cock, moaning deep into my ear and biting hard on my neck. Saultis held me by my chest, squeezing my breasts as he held me tight to him, moaning and growling, sending vibrating purrs across my skin. He squeezed my breasts tight, his hands brushing over my nipples causing me to moan more. I placed one hand over his and the other I brought between my legs, rubbing my pussy hard, feeling my orgasm building slowly. So slowly but so intensely, it washed over me, a burning wave of pleasure, making me writhe on him and earning another throaty growl from him. My second orgasm made it so wet between us but made me so tight on him, pulsing inside of me around his cock. He held still for a moment, savoring it. Then he lifted me off and turned me to face him. He brought me down on his cock again and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I pushed his hood to the side and started biting and sucking his neck, tasting him. He tilted his head to the side giving me more room to lick and suck on his skin. He began lifting me off his cock and bringing me down hard on him. His breath came faster, panting into my ear and making me tingle. His moans made me tighter still, and his voice came quietly begging me to fuck him, to let him make me his. He held me to him, kissing me so deeply, his tongue brushing against mine as he groaned into me, then he moved his teeth to my neck. His teeth clamped down as he brought me down hard on his cock and moaned loudly for me, filling my insides with his warmth. He kept sliding his cock in and out slowly until his orgasm subsided, then he held me close in his arms and pulled me down onto the bed to cuddle in his arms. My Saultis was home.