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Stelle was in a bad mood.
She had been for a few days now, but today, right now, it had become unbearable.
If she were to be honest, she knew she was partially to blame for it. But the worst offender was definitely him.
Him, who was on top of her right now, sweat running down his stupid perfect face, a stupid grin splashed in those stupid perfect lips.
They had a habit of sparring every morning since she got to Amphoreus. In the early days he would send a text, she would reply and it simply evolved into a routine where they just met everyday at the same time, same place. But the moment they started today she realized this had been a mistake. Her brain was foggy and it ‘helped’ in making this bad decision.
He would often best her in their spars, as he had been mastering his stance and techniques for years whilst she moved 100% on instinct. Her movements would, at times, surprise both of them. It was good enough, she thought. She was alive. Well, she had been stabbed a few times, but she was alive. He had offered to help her better her fighting stance and teach her some more consistent moves but she stubbornly declined. She didn’t need it. She strongly believed being unpredictable even for herself was an asset not a flaw.
But today it was the worst it had ever been. He had bested her 3 times already in less than 20 minutes, hence why she was now on the ground, with him on top of her.
“I’m going home.” She said, pushing him off of her. His grin only deepened.
She got up and left, without even saying goodbye.
She knew she was acting like a pouty, bratty child, but it didn’t matter. She was fuming. Mostly with herself because she knew exactly why she was like this right now.
Phainon had been making her feel tingly from head to toe every time he as much as breathed around her these last few days. She had become hyperaware of it one day when their hands brushed when she passed him the honey while they were having breakfast together, and it had gotten progressively worse since then. His voice alone had made a mess in her panties just yesterday.
She had felt things for many of the other beautiful, hot men she had met in her new, short life, but ultimately they all lacked something she couldn’t name, so her attraction was always short-lived. But this idiot somehow had it because she simply couldn’t stop thinking about him, about his large hands, about his blue eyes, about his sharp cheekbones, about his stupid smiles.
People often said the line between love and hate was thin, but Stelle learned the hard way that that wasn’t the real issue. It could be a really thin line, sure, but, for her, it seemed you had to walk this line a while before you could even attempt to cross to the other side. She had been unsuccessfully trying to do it, but as of now she had only been able to dangle from it, holding onto it like her life depended on it.
She wasn’t even sure what this feeling was, exactly. It was lust, definitely, but it was a yearning with an underlying intense affection. She wanted everything and all of him.
She arrived at her room and was relieved to remember that both Dan Heng and Mem had gone to Dawncloud to research some documents. Stelle suspected Mem had decided to go with him just because she was tired of her constant bad mood. Well, it was actually great that she did, as Stelle could now have the room to herself, she could be alone all day and sulk all she wanted.
She took off her jacket and threw it on the floor. She wanted to smash something but she didn’t dare break anything in the room. Since relieving her frustrations through damaging property wasn’t an option, she was going to take a long, warm bath. It had to be the second best option, it was Okhema’s whole deal after all. They had to have life altering calming baths otherwise it was just a scam. She let the water running while she removed her clothes. The smell of sweat in her undershirt made her mind go directly to that one droplet of sweat going down Phainon’s face while he was on top of her. And, instead of being angry, like she should, all she felt was want. Her whole body ached, wanting a touch that was out of reach.
When she was finally freed from all of her clothing she lowered herself into the water. She let herself soak for a couple of minutes before starting to scrub her skin, stupidly thinking that maybe she could remove her feelings along with the grime. While she did so, her own arm brushed her nipple and all her senses were awakened as this was what her body had been craving: to be touched. She was suddenly very aware of how needy she was. So, she was going to take matters into her own hands, literally. She touched her nipple again, pinching the nub between her fingers, feeling the heat spread through her body and pool in her lower stomach. Automatically, her other hand traveled down, to between her thighs. She gently pushed her folds open to touch her clit. It felt so, so good, she was getting lost in the pleasure she was giving herself when, inadvertently, Phainon’s face appeared in her mind. His tongue licking her nipple, his fingers in her pussy. She was jolted awake from her trance. Could she do this? Could she pleasure herself thinking of him? How would she face him tomorrow after picturing him fucking her?
She was so lost in her own little world that she missed the first knock on the door, but the second one, louder, was impossible to ignore. She cursed under her breath, pulled herself out of the bath and put a towel around her torso. Could it be Dan Heng had forgotten his keys? Nah, Dan Heng is very methodic, he wouldn’t forget his keys. But Mem would, definitely.
She opened the door slightly to find Phainon’s hand raised mid knock. Oh, how great. Just the person I wanted to see.
“May I come in?” He said, his voice low and soothing.
Send him away. Say no, say no, say no…
“Sure.” She said, stepping aside so he could enter.
Idiot.
She closed the door and turned to look at him. He had his back to her. It seemed he had gone home and taken off his armor. Now he had only a black shirt on, besides his pants. She could see his broad shoulders even more clearly, also his muscular arms that were always hidden by his coat. Her eyes kept going lower until they settled on his thighs. She had stared at them before, they were probably his most enticing physical feature in her book. They were a feast to look at, but now? She longed for those thighs banging against her own.
She realized he had turned and was looking at her. She couldn’t even find it in herself to look embarrassed, she just stared at him defiantly.
“Dan Heng isn’t in, Partner?” His voice was a tone too deep, laden with something. He had his eyes on the towel covering her body.
“No, he is at Dawncloud for the day. So is Mem. You wanted to speak to him?”
“No, no, just wondering if you were alone.”
“Hm.” If what brought him here was important or urgent he would have said so already.
She noticed that since his eyes had locked in on her towel they had never left.
“Stelle, I…” He started to say, taking a few steps closer to her and suddenly she knew this was it, she wasn’t going to miss this chance. Fuck it if he was going to push her away or if tomorrow was going to be awkward, she was going all in.
She literally jumped him, throwing her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He caught her effortlessly, not even staggering. Her towel came undone when she landed on his arms, her breasts now exposed to the cold room and his eyes.
He looked not even a bit surprised, like this development was exactly what he was expecting to happen.
He propped her up with his hands on her bare ass, the towel that had gathered around her middle now on the floor. The heat of his touch felt marvelous. If only this small thing could feel so good she didn’t even know if she was ready for more, even if she was hungry for it.
He carried her to her lounger and gently laid her down, his eyes glued to hers while doing so. But the instant she was laid bare and open, her legs spread, his eyes feasted on her naked body and she saw a hunger so ravenous that matched her own.
“Is this all for me?” He asked, his voice faltering a bit.
Could he actually see how wet she was, without even touching her?
Well, if he was just guessing before, now he was sure, because his fingers were on her pussy, going up and down her slit. She was drenched, there was no denying it.
He bent down for a kiss, those rosy lips touching her own sent shivers down her spine. Funny that the least sexual thing he did until now was what turned her on the most. She threw her arms around his neck, her fingers massaging his nape. His own fingers had never left her wetness and she moaned and closed her eyes when they found her clit. He kept kissing her through her growing moans.
And suddenly it was gone. She whined and opened her eyes to see he had already removed his shirt and was now working on his pants. She looked at his face and saw the devious smile he was giving her while he let his pants pool around his ankles. She let her eyes go lower and see his already half hard cock, the tip glistening with precum. Was it fair that the man who was perfect all over had a beautiful big cock to go with it too? She could barely contain her excitement to hold him in her hands, to have him in her mouth.
“See something you like?” He teased.
She just hummed and nodded, sitting up so her head was level with his waist.
She took his cock in both hands, one closed around it at the base, the other one caressing the tip. The sound he made when she touched him was inebriating, something between a moan and a whimper.
“Oh, Stelle.” He seemed to be looking for the right words. “That feels… otherworldly.” He closed his eyes.
“Such a big word, so composed. What about this, then?” She said right before kissing the tip of his cock, and then enveloping all of it with her lips.
His hips involuntarily thrusted forward.
“Fuck.” Was the only verbal response she got, but she reveled in the physical response of him thrusting into her mouth and of his hands going to the back of her head. He inhaled sharply when the tip of her tongue pressed lightly against the underside of his cock. She tilted it up and went kissing and licking from the base to the tip. Then she put it all in her mouth and started sucking, her head bobbing up and down.
“Oh, Titans above. Stelle, please…” He tried to speak. She looked up at him, never stopping sucking. Their eyes locked. She could see him unravelling. “I’m not going to last much longer if you keep going like that.”
She slowly took him out of her mouth so she could speak.
“So? Maybe I want that. Maybe I want you to cum in my mouth, Phainon. Maybe I want to swallow every drop. The idea is very tempting.” She licked him again.
“I want… inside.” He managed to say but guided her head down on his cock again. She smiled.
“You want to cum inside me, Phainon?” She stroked him slowly, caressing her own cheek with his cock. “Is that what you’re saying?”
“I want to be inside you, Stelle. So badly. So fucking badly. To fuck you nice and hard until all you can say is my name, over and over again, until you’re all spent. Until your cunt squeezes my cock so tightly I can barely breathe.”
She was so turned on by his mere existence that that might’ve been the closest she had ever been to cumming with only words.
She lay back down and spread her legs.
“Then come down here.”
He swiftly kneeled between her legs and took a good look at her pussy.
“But I want to taste you first.” He said before diving in.
She felt light-headed when the hotness of his mouth touched her mound, his tongue parting her lips to find her clit. And then she felt a finger slowly finding its way inside her.
“Oh, Phainon!” She arched her back when his lapping on her clit became more intense, his finger curling inside her clenching walls. “Please, please.” She pleaded.
“You wanna cum, Stelle? I really wanna see your beautiful face twist in pleasure. To engrave it in my mind.”
Stelle felt it approaching, the knot in her stomach getting tighter and tighter while he worked her clit with fast strokes of his finger. And then she buckled with the force of her orgasm, her thighs twitching.
“Ah, fuck, yes. Phainon!” She moaned and screamed so loudly people outside her door probably heard it.
“Oh my, my beautiful girl really likes it when I touch her.” He said, licking his finger. “Hm. You taste so good, Stelle, so sweet.”
“Please, Phainon. I need you.” She begged. “I need you to fuck me, please.” She repeated. She really wanted to feel the fullness of him inside of her.
“So polite, how can I say no?” He said, lifting both her legs and she promptly wrapped them around his waist.
He held his cock in one hand, playfully sliding it up and down her slit. She had her eyes closed, moaning softly, waiting.
“Stelle.”
“Yes?”
“Look at me.” Phainon said firmly.
She opened her eyes and found his blue ones, now really dark with lust and want.
“Keep looking at me, Stelle.” He said, their eyes locked, while he guided the tip of his cock to her entrance, slowly pushing forward.
She fought the urge to close her eyes at the feeling. The intrusion felt overwhelming at first, he was so big, but soon enough she adjusted to the size.
“Do you like it, Stelle? Does it feel good?” He asked, slowly starting to move in and out.
“Yes. Yes. So full. So big.” She could barely form coherent thoughts. “So good. Harder, Phainon, fuck me harder.”
“Always happy to oblige, my darling.” He said with a smile, pounding at her pussy, the clashing of their sweaty flesh making obscene noises.
She felt like her body had been made for him. He fit inside her like a puzzle piece, filling every little nook perfectly.
“Phainon. Oh, Phainon, you’re so delicious. So beautiful.”
He kept a steady pace until he could no longer hold it, her voice sending him into a trance.
“I’m gonna cum.” He said, speeding up, thrusting harder. “Oh, my Stelle.”
Her velvety walls clenched around him and she felt his cock throbbing, his seed filling her.
He let himself fall into her arms, his lips fluttering small kisses on her neck before lying on his back by her side.
Stelle had never felt something this good and didn’t know if anything could ever top it, but she would be more than happy to keep trying and trying it with him.
She knew she probably should be getting up to clean herself, but she liked the idea of having some of him inside her still. She would clean up in a bit. Then she remembered that she still didn’t know the reason he had come to see her. She turned around to look at him.
“What can I do for you, Phainon?” Stelle asked, a little smile on her lips.
“Uh?” He looked confused.
“You knocked on my door, then this happened.” She motioned to their naked bodies “What did you come here for?”
“Well,” he said with a smirk, “my reason for being here has already been fulfilled.”
“What? What do you mean?”
“Stelle, my dear, you were not very subtle. I’m not even sure if you were trying to be. I’ve noticed the way you just… stared at me sometimes, the desire plain in your eyes. The way you sighed with the slightest touch. I figured you wanted me just as much as I wanted you. I just… decided to see how long I could resist you or how long it would take for you to do something about it. This morning I realized I couldn’t keep this going, it was driving us both insane, so I came here.”
She shot him an indignant look.
“I can not believe you. Seriously. I hate you, Phainon.” She started to get up.
He chuckled, pulled her back down and kissed the tip of her nose.
“No, no you don’t.”
She let herself be pulled and sighed. “Yeah…” And then she snuggled up to him. “No, I don’t.”