28. Serena

We're led to a small home and shown to the room we'll be staying in for the night. As soon as I see the bed, I look up at Cinis, to watch him take it all in. As he makes himself comfortable and clean, I know exactly how I want to spend the night with him.

Once I have scrubbed the blood from my body, I enter our room and drop the towel that covers my naked body. Cinis looks up from where he lays on the ground, with a piqued interest and a smile.

"Here?" he asks, looking around.

"Yes," I breathe, my breath already catching at the thought of having Cinis inside me.

His thoughtful eyes watch me as I climb onto him and between his legs. Holding his gaze, he forms his cock, which I take in my hand, making him jerk in response at the suddenness.

Slowly I take him in my mouth, reveling in the way my lips wrap around the tip. His cock is hot and throbbing as I swirl my tongue along the ridge. His breath catches and he arches his off the bed, thrusting tentatively into my mouth.

Cinis" fiery tendrils tangle in my hair, grazing my scalp. I can tell he's trying to navigate the tidal wave of sensations crashing through him, struggling to remain grounded amidst the cyclone of pleasure.

"Yes…" he groans, the sound swallowed by the silent night outside.

I move slowly, deliberately, drawing out each sensation until it"s nothing but a sweet pulsing echo. Each bob of my head is met with a quiet gasp from Cinis, his body trembling beneath mine. With each downward stroke, he fills me completely, making my eyes water at the edges.

His chest is rising and falling rapidly now and I can see his knuckles turn white as he grips me tighter. I feel his body tense beneath mine and know that he's close.

But this isn't about rushing to an end. This is about sharing our bond and taking as much time as we need.

Reducing my pace, I continue to stroke him with my tongue, relishing in his taste and warmth as it fills my mouth. The way his breath hitches as our eyes meet across the space of skin and air between us sends shivers down my spine.

I pull my mouth off of his cock with a pop and climb back over to straddle him. He watches with curiosity as I hover my entrance above him.

Slowly, I sink down onto his throbbing cock, throwing my head back as the heat that courses through him penetrates me and spreads through my body.

Cinis"s eyes flash with a raw, primal desire, as he watches me take him inside, inch by unbearable inch. He gives a groan, a low guttural sound that rumbles deep within his chest as I fully impale myself onto him. His hands instinctively fly to my hips, fingers digging in desperately as a sheen of perspiration begins to form on his skin.

He breathes out, struggling to find words that have been lost in an ocean of overwhelming pleasure. His gaze is locked onto where our bodies are joined - an intimate connection that has him captivated and entranced.

I start moving slowly, savoring the feeling of him inside me. The rhythm starts off languid and slow, both of us just taking the time to feel each other.

My hands find purchase on his broad shoulders as I rock my hips back and forth gently, creating an almost hypnotic rhythm that has us both gasping for breath.

The room fills with the sounds of our shared desire - soft moans and gasps escaping our lips. Each thrust brings a new wave of pleasure washing over us, our bodies entwined in a dance that once seemed so strange to him.

From beneath me, Cinis arches up into me, seeking more of that sweet friction that has us both shivering with delight. His tendrils dig even deeper into my flesh, leaving behind marks that will serve as a silent reminder of this union.

Suddenly Cinis rolls me onto my back, pulling out of me briefly.

He thrusts back inside me and makes me cry out in ecstasy.

His head dips down to kiss between my breasts, licking my skin until he comes across my nipples. His hot tongue flicks across one, making me moan and arch up into him.

His lips are gentle, but the sensations he"s causing are anything but. The flick of his tongue sends fiery shivers straight to my core, a hot coil winding tight as he alternates between the two sensitive peaks with sinful precision.

His hands are still gripping my hips tightly, guiding my movements to meet his own. I can feel him lengthen and throb inside me with every roll of my hips.

With each thrust, he goes deeper, hitting places within me that make stars burst behind my closed eyelids. Whimpering, I clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his firm flesh as an answer to the pleasure-pain he"s causing.

"Look at me," he commands gruffly just as he sinks into me once again.

I obey, opening my eyes to find him staring down at me with a look so intense it steals my breath away. His dark eyes are glowing with a fire that matches the heat burning between our linked bodies.

"I want to see you," he rasps, voice thick with lust and admiration as he thrusts into me again. His voice is a commanding tone that leaves no room for question or doubt in its wake. He wants to witness every shudder of pleasure, every trembling breath, every soft gasp of ecstasy that escapes from my lips.

The sight of him above me, his body coiled with tension and desire, makes me arch beneath him instinctively. Each thrust sends a shockwave of pleasure through my core, each one more powerful than the last.

My fingers clutch at his shoulders desperately, my nails digging into him as if trying to ground myself amidst the whirlwind of sensations he creates.

The tangible heat between us intensifies with every deliberate stroke, each deliciously potent glide of his body against mine. His fingers trail up my side, tracing the curve of my waist before brushing against the swell of my breasts. I moan at his touch - it"s electrifying, sending sparks of fire dancing across my skin.

Cinis" eyes capture mine once more, he swears softly at the sight of me writhing beneath him, the appreciation evident in his gaze as he delights in my reactions to him.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, each thrust punctuated by a grunt of exertion from him and an answering cry from me. We are two beings, separated by worlds.

His tendrils move lower, tracing patterns on my stomach before they delve between our bodies. He finds the sensitive nub hidden there and starts rubbing it in tantalizing circles that have me crying out.

The added stimulus heightens the sensations coursing through me until I"m thrashing beneath him in a desperate attempt to find release.

The pleasure is too intense, too much - it"s winding me tighter and tighter into a ball of need and anticipation. My nails leave crescent marks on his back as I cling onto him for dear life.

"Cinis," I gasp out, his name like a prayer with every roll of my hips.

I can feel the tension climbing higher and higher within me, twining around my senses until I can"t think straight anymore.

"Just a bit more. Just a bit more," Cinis whispers, his voice strained with the effort to remain in control. He is pushing me into further heights of pleasure, and I'm on the edge of the precipice, teetering along the fine line of overwhelming ecstasy.

The room becomes blurred around the edges as I gasp for air, my heartbeat thunderous in my ears as it matches the rhythm of our bodies. Suddenly, he quickens his pace, thrusting deeper and harder into me as his tendril continues its torment on my quivering sensitivity.

My moan is swallowed by him as he crashes his lips to mine, muffling the cries that threaten to echo throughout the small room. His tongue mimics the rhythmic dance below, twisting and meeting mine with a fervor that sets all thoughts aside except our shared experience.

"I"m...Cinis...I can"t..." My words dissolve into incoherent murmurs as I feel the knot in my stomach coil tighter. With one final thrust, Cinis tips me over the edge.

A strangled cry escapes me as an intense wave of pleasure crashes into me, tearing through every nerve ending. It"s a mind-numbing sensation that leaves me shuddering and trembling beneath him as spots dance behind my closed eyes.

Cinis"s movements falter as he watches me come undone beneath him. He huffs out a strained grunt above me, his pace becoming more frenzied. With final thrust, he spills himself within me, his body convulsing in the throes of his own climax.

Cinis grunts above me, his own climax not far behind mine.

His hips stutter against me one last time before stilling altogether. I can feel him throbbing inside me, spilling his warmth as he buries his face in my neck.

The aftershocks pulse through us in gentle waves as we cling to each other.

His fingers lazily trace along the curve of my waist, raising goosebumps on my flushed skin. "That was..." Cinis starts saying before trailing off, words failing to encapsulate the magnificence of our intimate dance.

I hum in agreement and run my fingers along his face. Our bodies are tangled in a mess of sweat-soaked sheets and raw desire that begins to ebb into contentment.

Slowly he pulls himself out of me, rolling onto his side to pull me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the calming drone of his heartbeat. We remain like this for a while, silent and spent.

I snuggle closer into him, our bodies warm against each other. My heart races with excitement, and I know I want to stay like this with Cinis forever.

"Maybe we could be joined in the camp," I propose, breaking the silence. "Like in marriage?"

He pulls me closer against him, his firm body pressing into the back of me as he breathes into my hair, "I would do this for you."