Gaurdian

Turning, she glances around the darkened room and proceeds to go through the small cottage, lighting the candles that are shoved onto every available space. That done, she gets herself a goblet of wine and walks to the furs in front of the fire, humming softly to herself. Setting down her wine, she unsheathes her dagger, placing it on the floor next to the furs but within easy reach. She throws a few more logs, onto the now roaring fire, and strips out of her wet clothing quickly, feeling goosebumps raise on her chilled flesh, and her nipples harden as the cold air hits her damp skin. Climbing in between the warmed, soft furs, she wishes silently that she had someone to cuddle with to stay warm. Sighing softly, she thinks back over the long, hard day. She curls up under the furs, laying her head on a velvet pillow and closing her eyes as she drifts off to a troubled sleep, not noticing that she is being watched.

Aitan steps silently out of the shadows and stares down at the sleeping form of Thera, a smile on His lips, as He watches her sleep. Stretching His arms and back, muscles rippling, unfolding his black wings with a soft rustle, he sighs softly, wishing he could make her life easier. Turning back, He takes off His shirt, and slips silently under the furs next to Thera, making sure not to wake her and stares down at her beautiful face.

Moving slowly and silently, he reaches into the bag on the floor beside Him, and pulls out a length of rope. Being very careful not to disturb her, He slowly moves her arms, one by one, out from under the furs and above her head, and binds her wrists tightly together. Taking another length of rope from His bag, He proceeds to bind her ankles together in the same way. As she starts to stir and wake from the night terrors in her dreams, He quickly moves up, so that He is crouching over her belly.

Ripping herself from her dream she opens her eyes and blinks a few times, trying to bring the room into focus and taking deep breaths to try and calm her heart. Noticing a dark figure above her, her heart begins to speed up again in panic. Lightly, he touches the back of His hand to her face, whispering to her, " Shush dearest, I will not hurt you, I couldn't hurt you. I am here to protect and watch over you".

At that, He leans down and softly kisses her on the forehead, then the tip of her nose, then finally, on her lips.

She smiles softly, for some reason, believing Him and trusting Him, she kisses Him back, her heart swelling. Dropping to His knees, still crouched over her, He kisses her harder, parting her lips with His tongue, exploring her sweet mouth, while running His hands over her body.

Stopping, He sits up straight, and looks down at her, at the lust, want, and need in her eyes, as she blushes a crimson red under His steady gaze.

Feeling His heart swell and almost burst with love for this girl laying beneath Him, He leans down and wraps His hand in her long, black hair, kissing her deeply; the force of the kiss pushing her head back, saved only by the hand in her hair.

Moaning softly, she returns His kiss with all the passion and love in her heart and soul, tongue snaking out to meet and dance with His, her heart beating wildly with love for this wonderful man, this dark angel, her Guardian.

From under one of His black wings, He pulls out a footed bowl, filled with chunks of ice. Her eyes follow His movements as He sets the bowl on the stone floor, as far away from the fire as possible. Dipping His fingers into the bowl, He retrieves a chunk of ice as He moves from crouching over her to sitting on His knees beside her. Bringing the ice down slowly, He touches it softly to each nipple, smiling as they harden from the chill. He takes the ice and runs it along the valley of her breasts, dragging it slowly down, across her her flat stomach, watching the goosebumps rise up on her flesh, as he drags it lower still, and down, across her thighs.

Shivering, but not all because of the chill of the ice, she closes her eyes, feeling Him so close, and the ice, as it leaves a wet cold trail along her heated flesh, parting her thighs as much as possible with her ankles bound together, as He drags the ice lower, down along the top of her thighs, then slowly back up the inside of her thighs, and noting her spreading lips, takes the opportunity to slide the ice along her slit, slipping it between her netherlips and against her clit for a moment before pulling it away and sucking the ice into His mouth.

Gasping softly as she feels the ice, and His fingers brushing along her sex, her eyes widen as He takes the ice away and reaches for one of the candles that are burning near by. She watches Him closely as He brings the big black candle closer until He is holding it over her.

Changing His mind, He sets the candle down again, and grabs His bag, looking inside. Eyes lighting up as He finds what He is looking for and pulls a black velvet blindfold from the bag. Smiling softly, He leans down and kisses her softly, then slips the blindfold over her eyes.

Returning His kiss, she holds still for Him to put the blindfold on her, sighing softly as she is plunged into darkness.

Smiling to Himself, He reaches over and grabs the candle again, being careful not to make any noise that would reveal where He was or what He was doing. He brings the candle back around, so that He is holding it over her, then tilts it slowly until a few drops of the hot melted wax, drip off and fall to her flesh.

Feeling the sudden sting, she flinches slightly, biting on her bottom lip and whimpering softly.

Smiling at her reaction, He tips the candle again, dripping the hot wax first on one nipple, then the other, until they are completely covered with the hardening wax.

Whimpering softly, trying not to cry out loud, chest rising and falling with uneven breaths, she waits anxiously, all senses humming with anticipation, to feel the next drop of the hot wax.

Watching her gasp and writhe, smiling to himself, he takes the candle and moves it down slowly, dripping the hot wax, along the same trail the ice made, down along her tummy, stopping for a moment to let the wax drip and pool in her navel, then moving on, lower, and across her thighs slowly, smiling as she tries to part her thighs even more, trying to push her hips off the floor, in search of His touch.

He pulls the candle away and sets it back down where it was and sits, looking at her for a few moments. Shaking His head and snapping out of His daydream, He leans forward and kisses her passionatly, proud of her for getting through that without crying out loud even one time. Pulling back, He runs His hands all along her body, touching her everywhere, except where she wants Him to touch most. He runs His hands down her thighs, smiling as she sighs softly, His smile widening as He runs His hands back up the inside of her thighs quickly, and the breath catches in her throat as He sweeps past her spreading lips, and up over her hips, and onto her breasts, where He stops, and peels the hardened wax off her nipple, before cupping each breast in His hands. Smiling softly, His eyes dancing in the glow of the firelight, the roughness of His hands against the soft smooth skin of her own a sharp contrast. Cupping her breasts in His big warm hands, He leans down and runs His tongue over one nipple, then nipping at it lightly with His teeth. Smiling as she moans softly, He pulls away and wraps His arms around her, pulling her to Him and kissing her deeply before easing her over onto her tummy, putting His hands on her hips, and raising her up gently, so that she is resting on her knees, ass pointed towards the sky, her head turned and cheek resting against the warm furs.

Running His nails down her back slowly, and over her ass, knowing she is blushing immensly at His touch, he reaches down and undoes the knot in the rope binding her ankles. Shoving her thighs wider apart, He leans down and runs His tongue up and down her wet eager lips, then up the crack of her ass, swirling it around her asshole, then back down again to her sweet wet pussy, savoring the taste of her essence, the nectar of her treasure, hands on her ankles, holding her in place as He licks round and round her clit, as she squirms and writhes. Slipping a finger inside her as she moans loudly, circling it around, putting a second finger in with the first, circling, getting wet with her, slipping the fingers in deeper and deeper with each circle, His tongue flicking back and forth, lapping at the sweet juice and she gets hotter and wetter. His cheeks, rough with shadow, rubs gently against her inner thighs, as His tongue flicks across her clit, dancing the little button to and fro, as His fingers slide in and out of her eager hot pussy, circling round and round, slipping deep inside her, pressing hard, moving against her as she squirms and wiggles, His tongue pressed hard to her clit, lapping. Using His free hand, he takes some anal beads, and gently pushes the first bead into her asshole as she gasps in pleasure, His tongue still sliding up and down her dripping pussy, His fingers rocking in and out, around and around, lips kissing and sucking at her sweet treasure, as he presses another bead into her ass, and another, as His teeth grip her clit and nibble lightly, His fingers working her gently, faster and faster.

She gasps and moans, body shaking with pure extasy and love as His tongue swirls around and around and his fingers slide in and out of her as the other hand, pushes another bead into her ass, His teeth gently tugging on her clit, His tongue darting back and forth, His fingers dancing in her hot sweet cunt, shoving another bead inside, finger circling her asshole, slipping the last bead in, the ring now against her asshole, as He kisses her clit and sucks on it, as His fingers press deep into her.

Nearing her peak, orgasm building, she closes her eyes tightly, as He continues to lick and suck, fingers rocking in and out of her, gasping and screaming as He grabs the ring on the anal beads and starts to pull, as she starts to cum, her heart racing in her chest with love, devotion and raw lust for this Angel as wave after wave of ecstacy crashes over her.

Smiling softly, so proud of her, as He slowly eases her limp, exhausted body down to the floor, and reaches up, untying the rope binding her arms, rubbing her wrists gently before reaching to remove her blindfold, tossing it aside, He lowers Himself down till He is laying next to her, and wraps His arms around her, holding her tightly to His strong chest, whispering to her how proud He is, and how much He loves her.

Slowly opening her eyes, she looks at Him for a moment before looking away, blushing. He uses a finger under her chin to pull her face up, and kisses her deeply. Breaking the kiss slowly, He stares deep into her bright green eyes, His fingers running thru her hair, the gentle tugging a rythmic lullaby. He tightens His hold, calming her and owning her soul.

Staring up at Him, keeping Him in her sight as she starts to grow sleepy, wanting Him, the man who owns her heart, body, mind and soul, but that she can't really have, to be the last thing she sees before slipping off to sleep, not saying a word, because she knows that He knows how she feels.

As she slips away to a finally peaceful sleep, He kisses her lips again softly, before lowering her head to the pillow and covers her with a fur, careful not to disturb her. Rising, He gathers up all His things, putting His shirt back on, and straightening the room back up to it's previous tidiness.

Opening the door, He looks back to Thera, noticing she is watching Him leave. A lazy flap of dark as night wings...a smile born from His love of her, and a prescence as foreboding as the hell He calls home, He turns and disappears into the black nite.

Stirring underneath the furs, Thera opens her eyes and looks around the room. Stretching, she thinks back over the night before, remembering a dark winged man. Looking at her wrist and seeing no marks, she decides it must have all been dream as she reaches for her dagger, her movements stopped cold and a smile playing over her full crimson lips, as she notices a black feather laying there on the cold stone floor, and knowing in her heart, that it wasn't a dream, knowing her soul truly does belong to Him.