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Temptation Waits – Lorian/Leira (Early NSFW chapter)

{ they will become such a beautiful, sex-oriented, filthy and hot lovers }

Temptation Waits

Leira couldn’t focus. Her mind whirled, her heart squeezed. Lady Nymre was nit delicate and sweet, the truth she showed her was more than obvious, in any way. A brutal, deadly truth, stripped off every finesse.

She almost expected that. But now, she felt bare and exposed. If Nymre would like to make her suffer, she will. She doubted she feared her mate. She was a promise of pain, a promise of the fall.

Only because she was seeing something that would never happen.

Only because she fought and lost.

Her steps were silent, taking her on a secluded balcony, separated from the winter cold with a magical barrier which allowed only slightly chill air.

Her breath caught in her throat, she could almost feel all the threads escaping her fingers, the lost path of someone who thought she should fear only one thing.

To be boring.

She laughed, bitter laughter. You were never safe.

You were delusional thinking that you can get close to him, not annoying her, not making her jealous. You thought you could play with shadows and not get choked. They were Fae, they were inhuman in every aspect. Possessive and dark.

She never was so scared and deflated. Maybe because now, she had life she didn’t want to lose and hoped… for something. For something elusive, that was as out of reach as close, falling into her hands with poisoned glitter.

She inhaled the fresh night scent, which the barrier allowed in. The night thrived outside, wild and pure. It came to her with the smell of fresh snow and pine trees.

And the scent of violets.

And jasmine.

A bile arose in her throat. Almost choking her.

Lorian approached, silent like a cat, his handsome features lightened up from within, with a strange inner light. His pose was not threatening, more… relaxed. And he looked slightly different. Something was off and at the same time completely in place. She realized she was looking at him, and she lowered her gaze, as fast as she could.

“You were never coming here. This is your first time. Is your head so full of nightmares that you need a beautiful sight?”

She caught herself shocked by this approach. Normal. So normal. Like he shed his cruel calculated skin, leaving only glimmering afterglow.

He had to enter her mind, to see how often she hid in places like this. She knew he does that sometimes, instead of asking – it was much easier for him, and he didn’t bother to not be a privacy intruder. But it was not it which made her suddenly anxious. There was something more to him now, which… scared her.

She found out that she had never been in such a situation before.This was almost improper, his easy behavior, when he leaned over a balustrade and gazed at her with a playful, natural smile. It somehow made her feel afraid. This was not normal, alien. He should gloat over her situation, taking pleasure from his mate’s actions. He should say something awful, something twisted. With a second, darker meaning.

But he…

… was just smiling beautifully, looking at her with his usual intensity. She couldn’t not look, secretly. With the corner of her eye.

“If it’s your place, my lord…”

“It’s a place for anyone I chose to be. It can be yours, as well” he summed her worries with a raise of one of his brows, his tone amused. Like he was not over a thousand years old, but barely twenty.

She felt… a bit unreal. This was unreal. He never met her in such a way. Why? She could never imagine him being so normal, even if she was aware he was able to.

“You, Leira, are an enigma” he mused, looking into the stars, slight shadows dancing in his hair. “I like enigmas. More than open books, laying in the lamplight.”

“I am pleased that you find me interesting, my lord” she just uttered, her senses alert.

“Oh” he chuckled, darkly, a bit of his normal way pushed on the surface. “You truly are a good devoted servant. One every sensible fey could wish to push on the path to eternity. And you… you are eternal, Leira. Like Fae. Like me.”

His gaze now almost stripped her off any confidence.

It was tense, fiery. Tempting and alluring, She felt as the night air became lighter. Not pressed like in the palace. Light, like far away from here, in her homeland.

He suddenly separated from the balustrade and got closer, one step closer, but for her, it was too much.

Or too little.

She suddenly thought of Nymre. Of her rageful eyes, trying to peel her skin off with mere gaze. Of her silent fury, which was able to break her life in half, if she wished.

She swallowed, hard.

This couldn’t happen.

It was unnatural.

Dangerous.

Seeing her hesitation, maybe even fear, he formed a smile which looked youthful, mischievous and intriguing. How much did he read in her mind? How much did he know?

She found herself being pressed to the balustrade, where Lorian laughed lightly, a beautiful sound. Something that could lure a mortal into a pit filled with sin.

“So much fear. I think I told you once, long ago. That I will never harm you. Maybe though you hate me so much, that even this distance is too much for you. You have the right to it. I, after all, loved that you hated me.”

His eyes gleamed with delighted playfulness.

“I—”

She didn’t know how to react. He was so natural. So… 

Like he wore a special mask for her… or shed all the others.

“Tell me, Leira…” his smile became darker, but not in a way she expected. “Do you hate me even if in small amounts? Would you prefer me to be fallen, dead? Or… would you prefer my soul swallowed by the gods?”

Leira felt as he got even closer. She had no means of escape.

And she didn’t want to.

Suddenly her world turned upside down. His closeness scared her but at the same time lit something in her that awaited for long years, growing in her, releasing tendrils and roots into her veins, feeding on her like a leech.

“Do you hate me, Leira, with a strong, beautiful hatred?” he purred, his voice low and seductive.

She still didn’t dare to look at him. He could do that on purpose. Tempting her with normalcy, even with this sudden unbelievable affection, to later crash her against his cruel ways. But somehow, she felt that he didn’t. He didn’t, goddess forgive her.

He was so close to her, she could look into his eyes and see every glimmering sparks in them, if she had courage. He slowly touched her face, almost a caress and it made her heart sink.

“Do not fear me. That is the last thing I would desire.”

And she knew she had lost. She hated him for this. She truly did. But…

This was… something she imagined sometimes. Darkest dreams, darkest fantasies, which she painted in her head when she was alone, with wild, messy, dirty brushes. But hated herself for it, for betraying her ideals, for even daring thinking of it. For being weak and unworthy of being a human. For being evil. For being brainwashed by a deadly enemy, who could kill her with a thought. For being a traitor, who would prefer to fuck the Fae king, rather than help those who he tormented.

Maybe she was twisted, after a long time of seeing things she shouldn’t.

It wasn’t love though. It was a severe need. Need that grew in her, like his shadows.

It was pure lust. Lust for him, which awoke in her long ago.

And she repressed it for so long, that it almost hurt.

“I know you desire me, I can feel it” he smiled, a smile of a dying star, a perfect collapse. “Do you desire me, Leira?”

She looked at him, hating herself, but loving every moment of it. She raised her gaze, at his face. Forbidden, as the dark night itself.

“Yes” , her voice muffled, low. She felt as the world closed over her. Like it tore her limbs with millions of talons.

Weak. Brainwashed. Other humans would say so, hating her more than the Fae. Evil. Traitor.

Even with their pitch black darkness, his black holes beamed with want. Fuck it. Fuck it hard. He wanted her. Maybe now, at this moment, more than Nymre.

He was dark. He was cruel. But she wasn’t pure either. Not in any way. She was doing things other humans would find terrible. She became dark, just as this palace, just as this place, forgotten by the goddess.

And she didn’t want to fear anymore. She wasn’t weak. She sacrificed her whole innocence to become strong, to stay alive. The fear was not an option now.

He leaned over her, the touch of his lips so warm. She somehow knew they would be warm, not cold, like the winter he ruled over. His scent of violets was even more prominent now.

He could do that long ago. But he never did. In all those hard, thirty years in Dal’coler, he never even tried to touch her. There was something vicious creeping into her soul, a victorious joy, a forbidden rapture, which she should ease, but didn’t want to. She wanted to feel him inside.

And betray all she believed in. Give in to darkness.

He lifted her dress, and the light chill air ran over her exposed skin. She could feel the hard stone she was pressed onto from behind. His hands ran over her hips, caressed her thighs, slowly, with visible hunger. He dragged her close. Very close. Her breasts flattened against his chest, she could feel how warm he was, even through his clothes.

They didn’t need any foreplay. They both just wanted to fuck. Stripped of all thoughts, just carnal desire. She wanted him to have her, to melt her brain away and let her forget who she is.

He pressed her harder against the balustrade, like he wanted to squeeze her between the bars. She couldn’t not let out a groan, deep, low one, which he swallowed with a deep kiss, tasting like frozen berries, like something very cold melting on her tongue in extreme heat.

Unreal.

Wrong.

Unnatural.

But she wanted it. She wanted it since long years.

She wanted to feel the darkness in her veins.

She quickly started to pull his trousers off, chaotically; he allowed that, with a hungry, vicious grin. She was so wet already, and she loved it, loved that he could feel it. A visible showcase of her desire, lack of any restraints. His finger dragged over her, just between her legs and drew the wetness, his playful gaze locked at her and she knew he liked that.

He lifted her up, rubbing against her with a delicious precision. She could feel him sliding over her wet clit. Her moan was louder now, causing him to chuckle. Yes, he had the right to it. She was so filled with need. And she started to lose any feelings of guilt because of that.

Her legs embraced him in the waist, just where he was hard, and he entered her, slowly, his eyes fixed on hers, to swallow all her doubt that was still left.

His shadows slowly started to creep in, released by his desire, and to dance on her skin. 

His thrusts were perfect, strong, just as she imagined. He seemed to melt into her and pull her soul out of her, replacing it with liquid darkness. He knew how to do it well, he had so much time to perfect it, through thousand of years. This thought pushed a wild growl out of her throat.

When she felt something that she only heard of. She always was finding it scary, but now, when his dark entered her alongside him, she bit her nails into his back and dragged him with her, feeling the tingling of the barrier on her back, opening more for him, allowing him to take her even harder.

She could feel everything he felt, his pleasure, even his dark thoughts, which swirled around them in a lustful jig. It was unreal too, like washed over time after time with tiny climaxes.

It has been so long since she did that.

She almost forgot.

And now, of all Fae who could desire her… she was with him.

His grin was alluring, tempting and swallowing all light from her soul. Perfect. He wanted her and it was pure. He didn’t want Nymre now. He wanted her.

He didn’t want Nymre. Not when he did that to her.

His hips drove him into her in a rhythm that dragged a muffled cry from her throat. She felt as the pleasure slowly became stronger. It was such a fucking long time. So long since she had anyone. And it was perfect. He guessed her. She needed it. She needed him, of all.

He buried himself within her with a hard, slow thrust and leaning over her, he grasped at her ass, his fingers dug in her skin. It was so good. She loved feeling him pressed to her, with her dress lifted up over her hips and legs joined over his back, pushing him inside. Her tail tangled around his legs, squeezing him hard; she hoped he felt that.

She melted in his hands, which moved over her body, tasting her curves and skin, holding her in firm grasp, pressing her onto his chest, squeezing pleasure from her, which was slowly pooling between her legs, like sweetest and darkest delight. Oh goddess… he was so hard… so good. She felt him so well. She knew she is about to crash into total oblivion. Her moans were soft and desperate, filled with strong need.

“I admire you. I admire you, Leira” he whispered and it was so real, the only thing she ever needed to hear. She closed over him and climaxed, pulsating around him.

When she was coming down from her peak, she felt his release, hot, mixed with shadows and darkness, delightful, and that again threw her deep into forbidden pleasure.

So long. Like she felt this for the first time again, with someone, not with her hand or a pillow.

He admired her. This sadistic fucker admired her, after all what he has done. After taking her on the wildest and maddest trip filled with screams and night.

And she loved it, loved being taken against the cold stone.

She loved it, absolutely. She was not brainwashed, she was not a victim anymore.

She was dark too.

And he knew that.

He knew that she was dark and lost.

So he decided to show her the way.

5 Comments on “Temptation Waits – Lorian/Leira (Early NSFW chapter)”

    1. Haha, thank you! Glad you like it 😀 They still will have some turbulences, and Lorian won’t change thanks to her, but I think they will be very happy 😀

  1. OMG!! I’m in love with chemistry between them!!😖💘 They perfectly created for each other !! I admire author🛐

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