Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread
It was almost foolish, to consider it now, all the ways in which he had so denied himself this very woman when they had first met. He had been attracted to her from the very beginning. From the very moment his golden gaze had swept across her own figure and yet those differing species, his own beliefs and too those ready...prejudices within himself had seen him all but violently shun the woman. As if his continued efforts to push her away might somehow lessen that desire that had lingered beneath the surface from that initial moment. He had failed, over those months, to chase her from either his mind or his sight. Serafina having continued to....appear one way or another within his path. Azrael's growing affection for her having resulted in those renewed efforts to cast her aside. How ludicrous an idea it seemed now. How much he had been missing out on! The Hunter so finding he hardly regretted but even a moment of their time together in the wake of his so finally giving in to those very affections. Serafina, albeit reluctant in that early relationship of their ability to succeed, had only grown more affectionate over time. The couple so managing to have found their own....level. Their own space. A world and relationship that so worked for them alone. Azrael hardly having failed to observe that, in so many ways.....they were strikingly similar. Neither of them, perhaps, truly overt in those declarations of love as other couples were. Their own relationship so afflicted with that playful teasing, those arguments over dinner, those grumblings at one another's habits and too- those near blissful moments in which they found themselves untied upon one topic or another. Those moments between those sheets on of those few times in which the very expression of that...affection and passion and desire for one another so displayed itself so clearly and so unrestrained in a world that was surely hardly ready for their very relationship. How Azrael adored these nights.
His young witch was hoisted with ease into his arms, her back pressed agianst the doorframe with a firm assurance as his lips found her own. That taste was nothing short of satisfying, those soft, breathless sounds he stirred from within her throat only further coaxing that Hunter own. The very strength of his species so assuring it was hardly uncomfortable in any sense for him to hold her. Azrael's lips pulled back from Sera's own if only slightly. The man tilting his head to lavish that sweet slope of her neck with those same soft kisses. That smoothy, creamy skin tasting near as perfect as her lips themselves. That flesh as soft an mallealbe beneath his wn touch. It was easy, to capture that black strap within his teeth and push it aside. Her smooth shoulder left all the more bare for his attentions. Azrael long since having given up attempting to understand his own fascination with that Witches outfit he had so insisted she wore. A part of him, it seemed, remanign attracted to that very thing he was so designed to destory. To defying the very laws of their species. How very much he enjoyed being just the opposite of the man so manybelieved him to be. His collueges, those other Hunters that sat the council, so believing him to be by far one of the most law abiding strunchiest enforces of thier code amongest them yet, here was, defying them all, fucking one of those beings the Council so abhored nd yet he adored.
His head shifted then, moving to the other side of her neck, the skin there afforded that same lavish treatment before the strap of that dress was caught between his teeth like before and pushed to the side. Sera's head tilted, affording him all the more access to her neck and the slope of her shoulder, that soft murmur of pleasure rising within the depths of his own throat at that ready compliance. One hand remained firmly at her waist, holding her agianst that door frame, his other beginning to slide smoothly up her thigh to explore that tender, sensitive skin. How readily he anticipated that thin fabric barrier at her center, his fingers instead brushing agianst the wet, heated apex. Azrael incapable of preventing that simper that found his lips and the pleasure that tainted his words in that nearly husky tone that came with his own growing arousal. That grin of utter delight on Sera's own features only furthering his own satisfaction in that 'gift' she had afforded him.
"Oh, I like it very much."
His fingers delved smoothly into those damp folds with that very admittance. Azrael seeking to coax even more of that wetness to her core with those firm, determined touches. The Hunter hardly unpracticed in any sense with those strokes. Azrael adoring to coax those sounds from within his lover and the fashion in which her legs tightened around him as his fingers toyed with that heated center. The Hunter, for that singular moment, so giving into Serafina's clear desires and allowing two of those fingers to press into that ready depth of her figure, affording her that deeper, more potent touch. Her body nothing short of responsive. Another groan of his own satisfaction stirred within his throat at that very sensation agianst his fingers alone! That door frame, however, hardly suited his ultimate needs. That want for her figure in its entirety tugging firmly at him. His veins feeling near heated with that very need as he adjusted that hold upon her now. Azrael carrying his lover across the room then and towards that bed before gently laying her down upon it. The way in which Serafina near snuggled into those sheets so flaring that...protectiveness within him once more Those far more demanding emotions running thickly within his veins as he leaned over her once more in search of her lips.
The unsteadiness of Serafina's breath was nothing short of sweet agianst his skin. Azrael seizing her lips with his own once more. That sudden lift of Serafina's hips seeing the woman grind agianst him, the friction coaxing that clear groan from within him. His figure so readily firming beneath those teasing strokes and that simple anticipation until his jeans had become nothing short of restrictive. Serafina's lips parted, that kiss readily deepening now as Azrael reached for that dress to slide it from her shoulders and torso and allow it to pool at her waist.The soft, perfect swells of her breasts as readily exposed as those femanine curves of her figure. Azrael once more struck with how simply....divine Serafina was. That appreciation so surely clear within his very gaze before his hands found her breasts, his thumbs teasing those peaks into firmness beneath is touch. Azrael determined to worship all her body had to give him. Serafina so undeniably sexy. Christ, but she was perfection! The woman groan nothing short of pleasurable. Azrael relishing in so bringing her undone at his own hands.
The sudden touch of her fingers agianst his own fit physique coaxed that soft sound from within himself. Azrael distinctly attuned to her touch in that moment. The man craving her hands anywhere she might allow them to rest! Her fingers easily undid the button of his pants, her hand slipping smoothly beneath that waistband embrace that firm length of him. Azrael's own response near instantaneous. That genteel touch alone coaxing soft moan from his lips. God how he wanted her. All of her. Azrael near desperate for that further touch. His pants providing a far-to irritating barrier he was hardly willing to tolerate any longer. The man lent smoothly back from his lover then to kneel, hardly enough to break that caress of her own hand upon him, rather, just enough to allow his thumbs hook within the hem of his jeans and boxer shorts and push them from his figure. Those pants tossed to the ground with ease. Azrael relishing in that newfound freedom as his hips rolled near instinctively forward in that effort to encourage Sera to take only more of him and increase the pressure of those caresses. Another sound of pleasure coaxed from him then. The hunter reached to grasp at his shirt and pull it from his own figure before tossing it to the ground in turn. Azrael desperately desiring that sensation of skin on skin. His own figure hardening all the more beneath her now unrestricted touch. Neither of them, it seemed, wholly taken with to much of that foreplay. Serafina notoriously impatient when it came to those very things. How readily he'd come to know her body and its wants.
Azrael afforded her a look near playful look in that moment. Such a thing truly rare for the hunter in any sense. His hands reaching to rather suddenly grasp at her ankles and gently slide her figure coser to his own. Her legs were easily hoisted over his own shoulders with a soft chuckle, that very act so leaving her figure entirely open for his own taking. Azrael affording her several seconds to ready herself for that very intrusion, his fingers gliding smoothly down her parted thighs, his thumbs brushing over that heated center but a final time as his hands moved to gently grip her hips. That length of himself positioned just as it needed to be as his hips rolled forward, his hands sliding her figure forward in turn to meet that very thrust as he sheathed himself within that glorious warmth of her figure. His words near wholly breathless then.
"Fuck but you feel incredible."