<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/0174171c-e66f-4ab6-a7ba-929501e1e254_zpsb8c689c1.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Brunettes/0174171c-e66f-4ab6-a7ba-929501e1e254_zpsb8c689c1.jpg.html)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>'Nesii<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Astir<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Astir's House<br/><strong>When:</strong>Nightfall<br/><hr/><br/>'Nesii was fairly certain he was going to kill her! The pleasure that rolled through her body was overwhelming leaving her caught between barely being able to breath and filling his house with cries of need. There was no thought, no speech, only the primal, savage need for<em>more</em>! The way he made her body walk the line, driving her so close to release only to draw back and let it slip away was maddening! She could hear the growls that filled her throat each time he pulled her back from that edge and, later, she'd register the edge of danger in that sound, the threat carried in it even while the nails of her right hand tried to shred his sheets and her left tightened sharply in his hair, trying to tug him closer, to<em>make him</em>let her fall into that abyss that was so tantalizingly close!<br/><br/>Each time he drew back, only to push her higher, a part of her hated him and loved him at the same time.<br/><br/>And then it came, the time that he didn't pull back but let her pleasure utterly overwhelm her and she heard a sound, almost a howling, filling the air with no real comprehension that it came from her! The orgasm that ripped through her body felt as if it was going to tear her apart and it was his hands holding that kept her together. In that moment the only thing real and substantial in her world was his touch, the feel of his flesh touching hers. Everything else, even the bed underneath her, was ephemeral.<br/><br/>Nothing mattered but<em>HIM</em>and the passion flowing between them.<br/><br/>Still quivering with aftershocks, her body was soft and pliant when he shifted against her. She felt his lifting her legs and let her eyes flutter open, her gaze like dark liquid pools, warm and inviting, eager, but not yet satisfied. It was a look that said he'd done well...but that he wasn't done yet either. Just as she parted her lips to say something, the words were driven from her with the feel of his cockhead pressing against her still sensitive flesh. Her eyes flared wide and instead of words, a low moan escaped her throat and her body shuddered under him. The slick passage he was entering was warm, and wet, and oh so tight around him as he took his time joining their bodies.<br/><br/>'Nesii had only had one other lover and quickly determined that sex hadn't been worth dealing with the bruised ego when a male couldn't stand it that his lover could beat the hell out of him in the sparring ring. That had been four years ago. Four years, no sex, and her releases only those she gave herself had left her nearly as tightly walled as a virgin.<br/><br/>Feeling him slowly filling her, feeling her body stretching around him to take him in, she groaned once more and reached up, her fingertips tracing the strong edge of his jawline as a small smirk curved her lips. Sex with Astir might actually be worth a little drama, though she doubted his drama would come in the form of letting his pride be wounded when she beat him sparring. The thought of just what his drama might be (other females in the Pack) put a louder growl in her throat and made her eyes flash; that look was the only warning before her hand turned and what had been a gentle caress became a fresh set of claw marks, this time across his chest as she hissed sharply at him, "MINE!"<br/><br/>What she wanted was to sink her teeth into him, but the angle was wrong so she settled for raking her nails, using them like claws, to mark his flesh. She had every intention of leaving her mark where any other female of the Pack would see and not dare to approach him without going through 'Nesii first. On the heels of her words she tightened her legs around him. It would have been more effective if they hadn't been on top of his arms but the message was clear enough anyway, she had no intentions of letting him go.