The Written Tapestry

As his fangs pulled free of his neck, her entire form shuddered against him. Her eyes were glazed and glowing as his gaze found her's, her grip on his tunic growing tighter. And as his lips met her's, she moaned and shook. Instinctively, her tongue peeked out from behind her lips to tease his gently, her hips rolling forward as he grasped her and pressed her in against him. One leg rose from under her, moving to wrap around his waist as her breath quickened to an insane pace, a flustered hue of pink sprinkling across her cheeks and nose.

The wanderer welcomed her tongue into his mouth, toying with it playfully. As her leg rose to wrap around his hips he took the opportunity to take both of his hands and grasp her thighs. He lifted her up rather effortlessly moving her back and pressing her up against the bark of a nearby tree. Lost in his own carnal lust after the feeding, his arousal was readily apparent. Given the position he was holding her it would be pressing up against her nether region. Breaking away from her lips, he let out a bestial growl as he began to nibble and bite all over her body.

Her tongue was all too pleased to be invited in, flicking and exploring every crevice it could find before returning to his own muscle to tease and stroke it's length greedily. When his hands grasped her thighs, they'd find the source of that sweet scent coating their insides all the way down to near her knees. Once he'd broken their kiss, she whimpered and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck. Goosebumps following his every nibble and bite, her nethers hot and wet against his trousers. Leaning in close to his ear, her tongue again ventured from it's hiding place to gently lap at his earlobe.

The man moaned, this time much more audibly and with a bit of fervor as her tongue lapped against his earlobe. It had been so long since he felt the soft touch of a woman...though this creature felt like so much more. Her sweet scent coming from between her legs intoxicated him completely. Using his weight, he pushed her against the tree harder and held her there. Using this time with his hands free he made quick work of his belt and leggings as they fell to the dirt below. He also whipped off the ornate cloak and cowl, revealing his face to her. As the tip of his arousal grazed her lower lips, he looked her dead in the eyes with a wicked grin. He didn't look sickly anymore, his face now fuller with a much more defined and sculpted look. Though his eyes still burned a fiery red as he looked into hers.

The slightest hint of a smile showed in her eyes when her efforts lapping at his ear were rewarded with another of those noises she was rapidly beginning to enjoy. Shoved harder into the bark of the tree, she whined, a small trail of dust falling from her body and to the ground below them, to apparently join his garb. Reaching up hesitantly, she faltered for a moment before reaching for the slit center of his tunic to try and push the thing from his shoulders. She swallowed hard when his face was revealed and his tip pressed against her. All that would greet him was a restrained desire and a hot slickness begging him to press on with whatever intentions he had. The grin and the fiery gaze brought forth a shuddered breath, her legs tightening around his waist.

The wanderer allowed the fae creature to remove his tunic, it falling to the dirt along with everything else. As he was greeted with her slickness, he let forth a low groan of deep pleasure. Though some may have hesitated, this creature of the night had waited long enough. He forcefully thrust his entire length inside of the fae creature, the intense pleasure of feeling her warmth causing him to shudder and moan loudly. He grasped her arms and pressed the back against the tree, essentially pinning her back. Each thrust caused more waves of pleasure to form as he watched her entire body sway with his, her breasts now bare from all of the movement.

Her teeth clamped around her bottom lip as the last of his garb was left in the dirt, her entire face near glowing with the pink hue. Her hands carefully found their way back to his bare chest, exploring and caressing along his shoulders til their found a place to rest at the back of his neck. Allowing her fingertips to play with several silver strands, she seemed almost unprepared for her arms to be pinned and the sudden penetration. With the resistance he would find waiting for him mid-thrust, it was no wonder if she was. A wind chime shriek filled the night sky for a long moment before her teeth clamped back down on her lip. She began to moan then, though her eyes seemed to be apologizing for breaking the order he'd given her before he'd fed.

The man grinned wickedly as he witnessed her reaction, only making his thrusts harder and faster. His low moans now turning into deep sighs and grunts. He seemed completely lost within the fae creature, between her sweet scent, her warmth, the act itself...he had lost control of himself. After what seemed like an eternity, he removed himself from her and...as gently as he could...tossed her onto the dirt path. She would most likely have fallen on her hands and knees as he crept up behind her, his arousal once again rubbing up against her.

Her head rolled back against the bark of the tree as he thrust into her with more ferocity, the apology gone from her eyes and replaced with a glazed lustful veil. Her own moans turned to near screaming, her body not used to this act in the slightest. Pain and pleasure tore through her as he slammed in and out of her pulsing walls, the tree bark ripping at her delicate flesh. Before she had a moment to think or catch her breath, she was on the ground again, bleeding from her back and from between her legs. With a dizzying look on her face, she searched for the man, ceasing only once her gaze had locked onto him sliding in behind her. Her heat greeted him readily, a soft twitch of her lips coating his tip in more of her slickness as she waited.

The man teased her with his tip for a moment before moving back enough to see the blood trickling down her legs. Combined with her sweet scent he could not help but begin lapping up some of her sweet sanguine nectar. Starting from her inner thigh and and finally gathering in between her lips. The taste of both her blood and her fluids filled him with such primal lust that he could only stand it for a few moments. He growled and mounted behind her, pushing himself inside of her with such ferocity that he had to hold her body steady. His thrusts began to quicken as he pushed her upper body down into the dirt path.

His tip was met with another quiver of her lips as her back arched to urge him on. She'd not expected to find his tongue against her flesh instead and gasped in surprise and anticipation. Her fingertips ground into the earth below her as the night air stung the open wounds on her back, sending shockwaves of pain through her body. When she'd begun to think it was too much, he thrust into her again and rocked her forward, only to pull her back against his length. As her face met the dirt, she groaned and cried out, her breathing easily turning to panting as her hips rocked back against him. It wasn't long before his entire lower half was dripping with her juices.

The man felt her slickness become more and more apparent as his thrusts grew more ferocious. He could not hold himself back as he cried out in pleasure for her. His shaft pulsated and shook violently as he released all of himself inside of her. Some finding it's way out of her as his continued thrusts ravaged her completely. He dug his fingers into her backside as the throws of pleasure washed over him, having marked this creature in such a way.

The very second his cry reached her ears, the sing song melody of her screams joined his in the night air. Even as her walls tightened around his pulsing length, she forced herself to slam back against him, milking every drop from him she could long after his fluids had begun to leak out of her. Quaking unsteadily, she whimpered as his fingers dug into her skin, collapsing a few moments later to continue her shivering and twitching against the dirt.

The wanderer watched as the fae creature slumped over onto the dirt, admiring her as she shivered and twitched. He stayed on his knees as he worked to catch his own breathe. He reached down to pick her up gently off of the ground, hoisting her in his arms and standing up. He carried her over to where his garb had been tossed, all the while admiring the fae creature's beauty. He mustered a smile as he spoke. "What is your name, precious gem..."

Still she shook, even as he lifted her from the ground and into his arms. Tucking her head against his chest, she curled in against him. The moment the smile appeared on his face, a smile of her own formed. "...I helped." She was tired, quite obviously so. Between the feeding and the...dessert, she looked ready to pass out. "I am Jasmine, though I will carry whatever name you wish of me from here on."

The wanderer smiled and placed her gently onto the ground only for a moment, long enough to redress himself properly and attach all of his necessary accessories. As he draped the cowl over his head he leaned down to hoist her into his arms once more. Through his eyes were shielded, one could still see the glow from within the darkness. He spoke softly to her. "You did help, Jasmine. But I prefer to call you something else." He looked at her for a moment before smiling and nodding. "I'll call you Jade, for those wonderful eyes of yours. How beautiful they are to look upon, especially under the moonlight." He started to walk down the path with her in his arms. After a brief moment he spoke once more. "You can call me Richter. My surname has no importance. At least not anymore."

Once she was placed on the ground, he'd find the fae's arms wrapped tightly around his leg once his trousers were in place. She didn't let go for anything until he bent to pick her up again, her arms quickly replacing his leg with his neck. Though half-lidded with exhaustion, her eyes held his gaze unwaveringly. Her smile grew at his words, her cheek nuzzling happily against the fabric of his tunic. "So you wish, so it shall be. Jade I am, Jade I was, Jade I always will be." She fell silent until he'd finished speaking again, her lips parting into a much fuller smile. "Richter....my Master."

-Time lapse-

Curled into a tiny glowing ball in a crevice of the cave, Jade murmured in her tiny voice as she began to stir. Turning over, her eyes fluttered to life and peered out into the open area. Finding the figure of her Master standing over a pile of wood, a small smile crept onto her face. Quietly, she pushed herself up and stood, giving her wings a good flap to glide to the ground. Her flight faltered momentarily, giving the tiny creature a jolt of fear as she began to plummet before she caught herself. Landing without injuring herself, she breathed a sigh of relief and skittered over toward Richter. Once near his feet, she bounced up and down and waved her arms at him, shouting melodic greetings up at him from the cold stone below.

Richter began work on making a fire, moreso for Jade than himself. He had already set up the kindling and wood, removing some flint and tinder from his belt pouch and striking it rapidly. The man's eyes lit up as a small spark set the kindling ablaze, he quickly blew on it to allow the flame to catch, the warmth filling the cave rather quickly. Richter looked down at his feet after hearing a familiar melodic chirp. He smiled at Jade, even if he could not see much of her in her fae form. "Hello, little Jade..." He knelt down and scooped her up gently in his hand, peering at her quizzically. "And how did this cold night fare for you, milady?"

Jade watched perhaps a bit too excitedly as her Master brought a fire to life, her bouncing growing more pronounced when he'd succeeded. The quietest cheering section in the world. When his attention turned to her and she heard the name he'd given her uttered, her bouncing ceased and she stepped carefully into the palm of his hand. Gazing into his eyes with a bright smile, she chirped and chittered, skittering across his skin to wrap her arms around the tip of his nose. "Jade is well. There was trouble getting down, but all is as it should be now." It may be noted that her color had shifted slightly, but the fae's demeanor seemed to have not changed in the slightest as she nestled her cheek against his nose. "How is Master Richter?"